<?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-29693609</id><updated>2011-09-04T00:34:32.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Three Tans Unite</title><subtitle type='html'>I is Tan. You is Tan. He is Tan. She is Tan. It, not is Tan. So you Tan?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-6502804486744699456</id><published>2007-06-19T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T12:36:08.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough is Enough</title><content type='html'>That is the slogan of the Commonwealth government's campaign towards improving the quality of society- be it in the form of alleviating the problems of reckless driving, violence against women etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is pretty good. Just pondering over the words of the slogan which are sung in the advertisements on local television..enough is enough.. it reconciles one with the reality that there must a collective stop to these things in order for progress to be made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The government can only do so much with its own hands and purview of influence..it is  up to the larger society to make these changes..to come to terms with the fact that..enough is really enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, came across this lame Pokemon spoof. If you have played the original game and have watched the series, you will appreciate it more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sw1U7yYz858&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiresh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-6502804486744699456?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/6502804486744699456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=6502804486744699456&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/6502804486744699456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/6502804486744699456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2007/06/enough-is-enough.html' title='Enough is Enough'/><author><name>fai tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489446298624049622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-505059517251763335</id><published>2007-05-02T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T18:51:51.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UQ</title><content type='html'>Hey all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time we see some of Brisbane. Here are some shots.&lt;br /&gt;Life at UQ is not so hard..as made evident by this photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p9oFIZLwVdw/Rjhpr6e8gMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UeR2hTT53r0/s1600-h/Don%27t+ask+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p9oFIZLwVdw/Rjhpr6e8gMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UeR2hTT53r0/s320/Don%27t+ask+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059910384505094338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  We have time to take photos like these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p9oFIZLwVdw/RjhqWae8gNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/O3qoSoRETz0/s1600-h/Disrupting+Love.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p9oFIZLwVdw/RjhqWae8gNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/O3qoSoRETz0/s320/Disrupting+Love.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059911114649534674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have some chaps leaving bags in some strange places..causing some alarm certainly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p9oFIZLwVdw/Rjhq-ae8gOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IgMqNb8AWlM/s1600-h/Don%27t+leave+your+bags+unattended.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p9oFIZLwVdw/Rjhq-ae8gOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IgMqNb8AWlM/s320/Don%27t+leave+your+bags+unattended.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059911801844302050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buddy Chin from Cheras cooks almost daily and he's pretty good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9oFIZLwVdw/RjhrZKe8gPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eP0e2ms5dYc/s1600-h/Cooking+Away+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9oFIZLwVdw/RjhrZKe8gPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eP0e2ms5dYc/s320/Cooking+Away+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059912261405802738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final result...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p9oFIZLwVdw/Rjhrn6e8gQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/MTESvU-KD3o/s1600-h/Digging+in+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p9oFIZLwVdw/Rjhrn6e8gQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/MTESvU-KD3o/s320/Digging+in+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059912514808873218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel broke a tree at UQ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p9oFIZLwVdw/RjhsH6e8gRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-euEVy2p9as/s1600-h/UNI_0065+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p9oFIZLwVdw/RjhsH6e8gRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-euEVy2p9as/s320/UNI_0065+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059913064564687122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, hope this shed some light on what the Sunshine state is all about..anyway, we are experiencing a severe drought..some say Queensland will run out of water by 2009. Luckily, I graduate by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiresh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-505059517251763335?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/505059517251763335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=505059517251763335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/505059517251763335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/505059517251763335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2007/05/uq.html' title='UQ'/><author><name>fai tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489446298624049622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p9oFIZLwVdw/Rjhpr6e8gMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UeR2hTT53r0/s72-c/Don%27t+ask+(Small).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-9164642734809321296</id><published>2007-04-28T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T16:06:07.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marvellous Marvel</title><content type='html'>Goodness me they released 8 new superheroes for Marvel Ultimate Alliance. Need to pay and only available on xbox... sobsobsss... Me want.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F A I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-9164642734809321296?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/9164642734809321296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=9164642734809321296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/9164642734809321296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/9164642734809321296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2007/04/marvellous-marvel.html' title='Marvellous Marvel'/><author><name>fai tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489446298624049622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-5778640655486811461</id><published>2007-04-26T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T23:36:55.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the good of mankind, I beg of you.</title><content type='html'>Aunty ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fridge is so huge that I can chop you into cubes and fit you inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want company? Why don't I chop your daughter into pieces and fit her inside too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For goodness' sake I'm only taking up less than 25% of the fridge and you're complaining that I buy too much of crap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one doing all the groceries shopping so I guess it wouldn't make me Albert Einstein to assume that EVERYTHING in the fridge is yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not invading your space, you are the interloper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I do not want to go out every night (like you) to buy 1 drumstick and 1 can of beans just so that I can cook 1 drumstick and 1 can of beans tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I buy more to keep so that I don't have to make bloody frequent trips to Safeway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic economics aunty, opportunity costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't fuckin' mind sacrificing freshness in drumsticks but I do mind sacrificing my time and energy to walk out into the dark and all the way to Safeway (not to mention the cold weather) just to buy chicken drumstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I DO my shopping, rest assured, I'll use up my 25% of space and you won't have room to invade until my groceries are depleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, QUIT whining already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F A I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-5778640655486811461?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/5778640655486811461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=5778640655486811461&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/5778640655486811461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/5778640655486811461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2007/04/for-good-of-mankind-i-beg-of-you.html' title='For the good of mankind, I beg of you.'/><author><name>fai tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489446298624049622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-7032134433783498099</id><published>2007-04-24T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T22:47:51.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Felines</title><content type='html'>Credits to Hiresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Q: Why are all Australians pussies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Cos they are down under." (Hiresh, 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F A I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-7032134433783498099?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/7032134433783498099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=7032134433783498099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/7032134433783498099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/7032134433783498099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2007/04/felines.html' title='Felines'/><author><name>fai tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489446298624049622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-5653039679351599624</id><published>2007-04-23T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T10:57:44.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!#$!#%#%! 2401</title><content type='html'>forget wat i said earlier.... screw it not leaving tancube, not even if u want me to. bleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa stuffs happening these days. 2401 2401 2041 commercial banking and finance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as mentioned by John Tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 greedy fellas&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;stupid system that is flawed&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;money&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;150 pages of report for us to read and 2000 words for us to write....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bravo guys *clap *clap....btw how's prison life going for the 4 of u? lotsa assignments there? i guess not. well, go on and have fun there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea thats wat majority of us are doing now, assignmnets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got assignmetn then test then assignment then test then exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jackpot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jinn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-5653039679351599624?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/5653039679351599624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=5653039679351599624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/5653039679351599624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/5653039679351599624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2007/04/2401.html' title='!#$!#%#%! 2401'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-5320303058005859760</id><published>2007-04-13T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T22:21:12.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Draw me up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rh-NhkdGqAI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q9Xx2MJomF8/s1600-h/DSC01712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rh-NhkdGqAI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q9Xx2MJomF8/s400/DSC01712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052912914793932802" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want me in girl's earrings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rh-N6UdGqBI/AAAAAAAAAIs/i7tba4lC-SI/s1600-h/DSC01725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rh-N6UdGqBI/AAAAAAAAAIs/i7tba4lC-SI/s400/DSC01725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052913339995695122" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In shades?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rh-OLEdGqCI/AAAAAAAAAI0/PKgtZSGLux4/s1600-h/DSC00274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rh-OLEdGqCI/AAAAAAAAAI0/PKgtZSGLux4/s400/DSC00274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052913627758503970" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More shades?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rh-OuEdGqDI/AAAAAAAAAI8/BYH1Z98f-ng/s1600-h/DSC00676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rh-OuEdGqDI/AAAAAAAAAI8/BYH1Z98f-ng/s400/DSC00676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052914229053925426" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More more shades?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rh-O7UdGqEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/QEsM7bmsHe8/s1600-h/DSC00483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rh-O7UdGqEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/QEsM7bmsHe8/s400/DSC00483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052914456687192130" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With SpongeBob?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rh-P2UdGqFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/rw-rDXzh28A/s1600-h/DSC00218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rh-P2UdGqFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/rw-rDXzh28A/s400/DSC00218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052915470299474002" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Bruce Lee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rh-QlkdGqGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9vGh1xYUcIg/s1600-h/DSC01786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rh-QlkdGqGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9vGh1xYUcIg/s400/DSC01786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052916282048292962" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From webcam's point of view?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rh-RHkdGqHI/AAAAAAAAAJc/GSma0oRYuyQ/s1600-h/DSC01805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rh-RHkdGqHI/AAAAAAAAAJc/GSma0oRYuyQ/s400/DSC01805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052916866163845234" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do you just like me better as baby Fai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I've given you variety Mum. Draw me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F A I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-5320303058005859760?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/5320303058005859760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=5320303058005859760&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/5320303058005859760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/5320303058005859760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2007/04/draw-me-up.html' title='Draw me up'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rh-NhkdGqAI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q9Xx2MJomF8/s72-c/DSC01712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-902004510361430413</id><published>2007-04-13T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T20:10:20.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Found this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rh9xo0dGp_I/AAAAAAAAAIc/FYU9EmmxRWw/s1600-h/anti+rempit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rh9xo0dGp_I/AAAAAAAAAIc/FYU9EmmxRWw/s400/anti+rempit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052882253022406642" 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;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;Not so furious!!! Rempit rempit rempit rempit ~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F A I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-902004510361430413?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/902004510361430413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=902004510361430413&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/902004510361430413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/902004510361430413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2007/04/found-this.html' title='Found this.'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rh9xo0dGp_I/AAAAAAAAAIc/FYU9EmmxRWw/s72-c/anti+rempit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-6300119799528359813</id><published>2007-04-12T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T14:53:15.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2Battle2Furious</title><content type='html'>Howdy, carapace suited hell spawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you should have noticed, I do not welcome interlopers within my territory with the warmest of smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I not demonstrate extreme hostility against your airborne cousins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I not done enough to fend YOU off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it all comes down to this aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To battle, I shall. Prepare to meet your doomsday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat hazardous aerosol whipped cream, bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rh3W-EdGp-I/AAAAAAAAAIU/YWRrbTXG1MM/s1600-h/roach_dead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rh3W-EdGp-I/AAAAAAAAAIU/YWRrbTXG1MM/s400/roach_dead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052430718815610850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And STAY dead, you nutless cockroach scumbag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F A I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-6300119799528359813?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/6300119799528359813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=6300119799528359813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/6300119799528359813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/6300119799528359813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2007/04/2battle2furious.html' title='2Battle2Furious'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rh3W-EdGp-I/AAAAAAAAAIU/YWRrbTXG1MM/s72-c/roach_dead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-2861082796204806969</id><published>2007-04-09T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T17:01:59.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me a shot to remember</title><content type='html'>Blogging is a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like having to feed your pet goldfish everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't, it'll look like tasty machine guns and grenades to giant slime monsters in sewages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that reminds me of Tupperware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freshness sealed in plastic goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm.... Spices? Nah we don't have em' here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you'd settle for Elven bread, would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Mr. Lau taught me never to start a sentence with a butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm starting it with a but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or did you mean start it with an assless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However though, if you affix frogs and skirmishes to the already incomprehensible equation, you just screw everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that ever made sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damned amphibians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat lead technology hellish demons!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooo seafood platter... Charge, utensils!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F A I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-2861082796204806969?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/2861082796204806969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=2861082796204806969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/2861082796204806969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/2861082796204806969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2007/04/give-me-shot-to-remember.html' title='Give me a shot to remember'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-1837123771846985099</id><published>2007-04-09T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T04:13:36.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>De-de-de-de holy crap!! Is that a crab?!</title><content type='html'>At first it looked like this. (31st March)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhkdZ7bd86I/AAAAAAAAAH0/G4exIm_J_y8/s1600-h/DSC01793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhkdZ7bd86I/AAAAAAAAAH0/G4exIm_J_y8/s400/DSC01793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051100788359558050" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big lump on the shin in case you haven't already noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days later... (3rd April)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhkfK7bd87I/AAAAAAAAAH8/AmrWgCQ3KP0/s1600-h/DSC01796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhkfK7bd87I/AAAAAAAAAH8/AmrWgCQ3KP0/s400/DSC01796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051102729684775858" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lump subsided and evidence of a bruise was just painfully obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 more days of staying-in-my-room-can't-go-anywhere-except-the-toilet-and-kitchen and voila! (8th April)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhkhOrbd89I/AAAAAAAAAIM/3ov81gFVgw4/s1600-h/DSC01803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhkhOrbd89I/AAAAAAAAAIM/3ov81gFVgw4/s400/DSC01803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051104993132540882" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering X-ray and a cast if negative development persists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har har, very funny guys... Ok c'mon I'm serious, April Fool's was a week ago, fuckin' gimme my foot back already. I don't wanna have to pee standing like a flamingo anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F A I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-1837123771846985099?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/1837123771846985099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=1837123771846985099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/1837123771846985099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/1837123771846985099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2007/04/footy-update.html' title='De-de-de-de holy crap!! Is that a crab?!'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhkdZ7bd86I/AAAAAAAAAH0/G4exIm_J_y8/s72-c/DSC01793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-3182778060427472574</id><published>2007-04-03T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T16:20:07.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blasted char quay teow.....</title><content type='html'>Amidst the ongoing debate with Kenny boy that the blog is karat, I shall personally assure you, treasured '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;angkuku&lt;/span&gt;' readers, that it is anything but that. We just encountered a little bit of communication problems among the moderators that's all. I thought Jinn was gonna post and he thought the other way round. Alrighty then with that out of the way, I shall embrace the task of posting about the Torquay trip. I know it's a little too late to be doing that now but I have some really cool pictures to share with you guys and as always, same old saying, better late than never. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The OCF (Overseas Christian Fellowship) organized a trip to the Great Ocean Road, specifically Torquay. We had to meet up early (8am, yes to us it is very early) and yes Jinn we know that the typical ogre don't wake up early in the morning but do you wanna go or not? So we got the ogre out of the way, time to go. **Joshua the photographer guy tagged along so the "**" would be an indication that the picture was taken by him. Very good at what he does. You guys will see what I mean in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJf8TapVAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/V8wew_XqhF8/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJf8TapVAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/V8wew_XqhF8/s400/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049203621844571138" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean by ogres are anything but early birds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJgNzapVBI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OGHCHtXw1vo/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJgNzapVBI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OGHCHtXw1vo/s400/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049203922492281874" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's our driver of the day, Aaron. Yes, Aaron we've all got our asses covered by insurance, you can let go of the hand brakes now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJgvDapVCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/FPoewYGD8TM/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJgvDapVCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/FPoewYGD8TM/s400/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049204493722932258" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh Kwan Chian you've got something to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJg9japVDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/JILAsvBlo1U/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJg9japVDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/JILAsvBlo1U/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049204742831035442" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, the evergreen, universal expressive language for the deaf and the mute. Loud and clear man.. Loud and clear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJhZTapVEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/IvXV7Rw9A7g/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJhZTapVEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/IvXV7Rw9A7g/s400/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049205219572405314" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooo the Penang bridge~~ Eh Aaron, you drive pretty fast don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJhvzapVFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/S8pPSTZ9ois/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJhvzapVFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/S8pPSTZ9ois/s400/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049205606119461970" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I'd hate to spoil such a beautiful artwork of the Lord but stated below, was what Yu Yee said.&lt;br /&gt;Yu Yee: "Is that the border of New Zealand?"&lt;br /&gt;Fai: "Go look up the word 'continent' in the dictionary and tell me what it means." =.="&lt;br /&gt;We're in Australia for goodness' sake! New Zealand is like, THERE!! Go figure where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJjjDapVGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/gvRPb_pfEDM/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJjjDapVGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/gvRPb_pfEDM/s400/7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049207586099385442" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Another quality picture by Joshua. Give me a hand man I'm out of words here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJkPTapVHI/AAAAAAAAAFM/i8_qZa_vKo4/s1600-h/D70_39608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJkPTapVHI/AAAAAAAAAFM/i8_qZa_vKo4/s400/D70_39608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049208346308596850" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** By the time we were there everyone was dead hungry. Not to mention Timon and Pumba. Gollum had a yank at his favorite barracuda too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJk3japVII/AAAAAAAAAFU/D-6cr5JI774/s1600-h/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJk3japVII/AAAAAAAAAFU/D-6cr5JI774/s400/8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049209037798331522" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceeded over to the beach nearby after makan. ooooo~~ yellow triangle... Toblerone... Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJlYzapVJI/AAAAAAAAAFc/sfWBdbVtL5E/s1600-h/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJlYzapVJI/AAAAAAAAAFc/sfWBdbVtL5E/s400/9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049209609028981906" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy people on the beach. And the oh-so-familiar sight of Timon and Pumba having a go at each other. Yea he has a nipple up there. Ogres...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJl3japVKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/CMtahyCoAAU/s1600-h/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJl3japVKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/CMtahyCoAAU/s400/10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049210137309959330" 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;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;**44 flavors ice cream man!!! What was that you were saying? Baskin what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJmPTapVLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Tdv4DtKJeVs/s1600-h/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJmPTapVLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Tdv4DtKJeVs/s400/11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049210545331852466" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** That sinister smile off his face can't possibly mean good news for you ice cream. Don't worry, I'll tell your wife and children you perished bravely before the malevolent JINN. You'll be a legend for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJnKjapVMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/NSoC-xie_h0/s1600-h/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJnKjapVMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/NSoC-xie_h0/s400/12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049211563239101634" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I had mango + watermelon and Yu Yee had passion fruit + stairway to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJo8TapVOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Q3zQtKTo_mM/s1600-h/D70_39633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJo8TapVOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Q3zQtKTo_mM/s400/D70_39633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049213517449221346" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Then Aaron brought us to this DFO (Direct Factory Outlet) area where brand names such as Billabong, Ripcurl, Oakley, Roxy and many more, were in abundance therefore the lack of pictures is totally understandable. We were blinded I tell you. It was an evil trick I say! An evil trick that smeared our grip on reality! (say oni la DFO still shit expensive.. bluff ppl wan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJn-zapVNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/F9RPcC32El8/s1600-h/13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJn-zapVNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/F9RPcC32El8/s400/13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049212460887266514" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** And there we were, at the surf shop waiting for the guys to suit up into their surfing suits. Hey, I didn't know Jinn could look so cool. *Geeez* Cracko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJqrDapVPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/blXhR7DAku4/s1600-h/14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJqrDapVPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/blXhR7DAku4/s400/14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049215420119733490" 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;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;** Once again, Joshua's golden touch on the camera snapper button has left me fumbling with words. Trying....to form......proper sentence........... Nice picture, guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJrODapVQI/AAAAAAAAAGU/WtrEbFxVpng/s1600-h/15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJrODapVQI/AAAAAAAAAGU/WtrEbFxVpng/s400/15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049216021415154946" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Potato, Ms. Applegreen Goldfish, Mr. Lalaman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJr7japVSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/iOGa8-LE1wI/s1600-h/17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJr7japVSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/iOGa8-LE1wI/s400/17.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049216803099202850" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh there they go again. This time, 'gargantuan balls' was the main theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJsjDapVTI/AAAAAAAAAGs/cMioidxVMWY/s1600-h/18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJsjDapVTI/AAAAAAAAAGs/cMioidxVMWY/s400/18.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049217481704035634" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww c'mon guys... Don't let me be the only one again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJtFjapVUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/m9CEkCY7hVA/s1600-h/20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJtFjapVUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/m9CEkCY7hVA/s400/20.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049218074409522498" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh... *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJtgzapVVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/AxlDY0xmucs/s1600-h/21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJtgzapVVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/AxlDY0xmucs/s400/21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049218542560957778" 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;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;What cha complaining there? They made ME monstrosities for balls and made you a mermaid. How thoughtful was that Aerial?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJuSTapVWI/AAAAAAAAAHE/CXPWWWuxuX4/s1600-h/22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJuSTapVWI/AAAAAAAAAHE/CXPWWWuxuX4/s400/22.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049219392964482402" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** To round up the day, happy people on the beach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJu5DapVXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/4lAt4jMFx-w/s1600-h/23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJu5DapVXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/4lAt4jMFx-w/s400/23.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049220058684413298" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Nice picture of a hibernating grizzly you have there. National Geographic might want this for their program: Nocturnal Animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJvazapVYI/AAAAAAAAAHU/VZy9kT265YY/s1600-h/24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJvazapVYI/AAAAAAAAAHU/VZy9kT265YY/s400/24.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049220638504998274" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the epitome of a genuine gone case. Saliva was pouring out of that mouth like wine pouring outta that bottle. You should have been there man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJv7zapVZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/FnL2zBd3lq0/s1600-h/25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJv7zapVZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/FnL2zBd3lq0/s400/25.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049221205440681362" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica (right) the grumpy sleeping tigress. She'll suddenly jolt up and go 'ROAR NGAUM ROARRR'.............................. 'huh??'...... then go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJwnjapVaI/AAAAAAAAAHk/O6M_M7FyryI/s1600-h/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJwnjapVaI/AAAAAAAAAHk/O6M_M7FyryI/s400/26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049221957059958178" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I thought fishes don't HAVE eyelids?! Aww poor thing... An abomination of its species... I can only fathom the suffering she goes through with those eyelids... Let's slit them off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm done with the Torquay trip. On a totally unrelated note, I hurt my right foot that day while playing soccer and while recuperating from it, I noticed something interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJyFjapVbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/byhVOzdKZRs/s1600-h/DSC01796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJyFjapVbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/byhVOzdKZRs/s400/DSC01796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049223571967661490" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See right below my ankle? That my friend, must be rotten, blasted blood clot with a slight influence of rum and ginger, mixed and mashed with raisin juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea what I'm talking about? Neither do I........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F A I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-3182778060427472574?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/3182778060427472574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=3182778060427472574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/3182778060427472574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/3182778060427472574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2007/04/blasted-char-quay-teow.html' title='Blasted char quay teow.....'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RhJf8TapVAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/V8wew_XqhF8/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-7024285993538761353</id><published>2007-03-27T20:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:10:11.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeding the bullfrog (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/n7fwbvaKVGk" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/n7fwbvaKVGk" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly felt like uploading something onto the blog. And I found this. Demonstrates why a goldfish is just the inappropriate candidate to feed a bullfrog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F A I&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-7024285993538761353?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/7024285993538761353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=7024285993538761353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/7024285993538761353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/7024285993538761353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2007/03/feeding-bullfrog-part-2.html' title='Feeding the bullfrog (Part 2)'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-1248204315328865864</id><published>2007-03-15T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T23:33:22.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What have you bitches been doing in Melbourne anyway? : Part 1</title><content type='html'>OKAY so blogger moderators really are working their asses off. Complaint made yesterday, problem fixed and customer satisfactory delivered today. Great job done. Fai happy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I sit down and reflect a little on myself, I'll think to myself: "it's time to grow up boy.." Growing up is a journey, lots of barriers on the way for you to leapfrog over. Be like me, run and run and run and run and run and... piak~~ crapss... Fall flat on your face or land your feet in shit or fall flat on your face, onto &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;whatever it is, you end up in shit. Deep (fat) ones at times. I guess it is time for me to grow up a little but of course, deep down, I'm always that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;little boy who's always trying to have some fun. Stupid fun to be precise. But that's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok self-reflecting time over!! Time to entertain your treasured '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;angkuku&lt;/span&gt;' readers. So yea, like I mentioned earlier, blogger purged the picture-uploading error pretty neatly so now I'm here, restoring the pride and honour of pictures as the masters of story-telling, to its rightful throne. Here it goes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rfk4OFfxVUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fbFCgQ9rIUc/s1600-h/P2130334%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rfk4OFfxVUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fbFCgQ9rIUc/s400/P2130334%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042123072462738754" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinn's taking his routine lie-there-and-suddenly-start-snoring siesta again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rfk4lFfxVVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gcLzaAC6Ylo/s1600-h/P2130335%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rfk4lFfxVVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gcLzaAC6Ylo/s400/P2130335%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042123467599730002" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do something to him.&lt;br /&gt;Mel, and I thought you were the evil one? Is that all you can think of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rfk4_FfxVWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/x9gHUnWZh7k/s1600-h/P2130336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rfk4_FfxVWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/x9gHUnWZh7k/s400/P2130336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042123914276328802" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unleash the dragon in Mel!!&lt;br /&gt;Mel:"GROWL!! NGAUM!! Dare me samore la!! I'll show you who's the bitch!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rfk5c1fxVXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/w4HEdGWek8Q/s1600-h/P2130340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rfk5c1fxVXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/w4HEdGWek8Q/s400/P2130340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042124425377437042" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Jinn.. Although instigating her was kinda intentional but yea, sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rfk6FVfxVYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/a6M1liAy6Rw/s1600-h/P2130341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rfk6FVfxVYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/a6M1liAy6Rw/s400/P2130341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042125121162139010" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we visited the botanical garden situated right opposite Kat's place. That's the shrine of remembrance of some kind la.. Don't remember la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rfk6mVfxVZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/51kpz8G8L-o/s1600-h/DSC01574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rfk6mVfxVZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/51kpz8G8L-o/s400/DSC01574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042125688097822098" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closer look at the shrine, heh, our date.. =)&lt;br /&gt;November 11th = Esther and Fai's birthday =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rfk7B1fxVaI/AAAAAAAAABE/PO2O2LQ83Ys/s1600-h/P2130351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rfk7B1fxVaI/AAAAAAAAABE/PO2O2LQ83Ys/s400/P2130351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042126160544224674" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kick me once, shame on you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rfk7YVfxVbI/AAAAAAAAABM/E0WPVGzlDGA/s1600-h/P2130353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rfk7YVfxVbI/AAAAAAAAABM/E0WPVGzlDGA/s400/P2130353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042126547091281330" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kick me twice, shame on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rfk88VfxVdI/AAAAAAAAABc/Doo6N38yjhk/s1600-h/P2140366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rfk88VfxVdI/AAAAAAAAABc/Doo6N38yjhk/s400/P2140366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042128265078199762" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Monash brought us to a '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yum cha&lt;/span&gt;' session. It actually refers to a dim sum session and guess what they served along with dim sum? Not chinese tea, not chrysanthemum tea, not warm freakin' water, they served Coke. Err... How do you consume this liquid? Do I drink it down or do I suck it up my ass? =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rfk96lfxVeI/AAAAAAAAABk/E-zQL6YxMe0/s1600-h/P2140379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rfk96lfxVeI/AAAAAAAAABk/E-zQL6YxMe0/s400/P2140379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042129334525056482" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the streets of Melbourne City and we bumped into Yanna. And yea I noticed that in the picture I kinda look like her bf or something. I shall reiterate, I love my Esther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rfk_TVfxVfI/AAAAAAAAABs/HtvYUxIZX20/s1600-h/P2160385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rfk_TVfxVfI/AAAAAAAAABs/HtvYUxIZX20/s400/P2160385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042130859238446578" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from Kat's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rfk_llfxVgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_pGQ2QTXcWg/s1600-h/P2160389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rfk_llfxVgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_pGQ2QTXcWg/s400/P2160389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042131172771059202" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we cooked dinner together. And since when has Mel outgrown Jinn? Vertically of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RflAFlfxVhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OmKP3Y1HWQ0/s1600-h/P2160391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RflAFlfxVhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OmKP3Y1HWQ0/s400/P2160391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042131722526873106" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we were so damn proud of ourselves, ok la take picture as remembrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RflAjFfxViI/AAAAAAAAACE/IGrefmj_WCE/s1600-h/DSC01594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RflAjFfxViI/AAAAAAAAACE/IGrefmj_WCE/s400/DSC01594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042132229333014050" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel to Kat: "Eh his eyebrows very thick hoh?"&lt;br /&gt;Kat: "Yealo..." (very innocent wasn't thinking of anything)&lt;br /&gt;Mel: "Let's pluck em'!!" *Mel's trademark evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;Fai: "Crapss~~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RflBWFfxVjI/AAAAAAAAACM/Q5TioNxlZmE/s1600-h/DSC01604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RflBWFfxVjI/AAAAAAAAACM/Q5TioNxlZmE/s400/DSC01604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042133105506342450" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Chinese New Year, went into the city and we saw the longest and freakin' biggest dragon we've seen. See how big it is compared to the guy standing next to the mouth? GGNESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RflCNFfxVkI/AAAAAAAAACU/VfuORtbXWWE/s1600-h/DSC00750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RflCNFfxVkI/AAAAAAAAACU/VfuORtbXWWE/s400/DSC00750.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042134050399147586" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siberian Husky!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RflCjFfxVlI/AAAAAAAAACc/QtQeq6HINUk/s1600-h/DSC01608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RflCjFfxVlI/AAAAAAAAACc/QtQeq6HINUk/s400/DSC01608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042134428356269650" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you thought Lord of the Flies would sound comical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RflDSlfxVmI/AAAAAAAAACk/Qt571gJx9tU/s1600-h/DSC01616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RflDSlfxVmI/AAAAAAAAACk/Qt571gJx9tU/s400/DSC01616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042135244400055906" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it, a real life apple plucked from a real life apple tree.&lt;br /&gt;Aussies: "Bloody Asians... Ain't seen no apple tree before..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RflEXFfxVnI/AAAAAAAAACs/Ogdc3adx4WE/s1600-h/DSC00839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RflEXFfxVnI/AAAAAAAAACs/Ogdc3adx4WE/s400/DSC00839.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042136421221095026" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah you think you can pose? Watch and learn noobie.&lt;br /&gt;Shades: Yu Yee's           Sweater round the neck: Jessica's&lt;br /&gt;Sling bag: Alice's            Slippers: Yu Yee's&lt;br /&gt;All the other crap: Model's own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RflFR1fxVoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/I6jMMnTaOu4/s1600-h/DSC01650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RflFR1fxVoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/I6jMMnTaOu4/s400/DSC01650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042137430538409602" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwan Chian: "Sohai..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RflF_FfxVpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/WpoQ73AG2UU/s1600-h/DSC00816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RflF_FfxVpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/WpoQ73AG2UU/s400/DSC00816.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042138207927490194" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fai: "You say I sohai?! I do another one!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RflGnFfxVqI/AAAAAAAAADE/zsfivWQFpRw/s1600-h/DSC01651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RflGnFfxVqI/AAAAAAAAADE/zsfivWQFpRw/s400/DSC01651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042138895122257570" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinn: "Is that all you've got you noobies? Watch me la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RflHRFfxVrI/AAAAAAAAADM/hHID-lke3vM/s1600-h/DSC01657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RflHRFfxVrI/AAAAAAAAADM/hHID-lke3vM/s400/DSC01657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042139616676763314" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinn: "BEHOLD!! The king of bullfrogs!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RflIk1fxVtI/AAAAAAAAADc/uKBUlN73H84/s1600-h/DSC01653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RflIk1fxVtI/AAAAAAAAADc/uKBUlN73H84/s400/DSC01653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042141055490807506" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yu Yee: "AAA my eyes!! I'm blind!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RflIH1fxVsI/AAAAAAAAADU/t2n-IsmrW5E/s1600-h/DSC00019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RflIH1fxVsI/AAAAAAAAADU/t2n-IsmrW5E/s400/DSC00019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042140557274601154" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Wei: "You weaklings are no match against my bunny suit!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RflJVVfxVuI/AAAAAAAAADk/p5kw2OiGyxA/s1600-h/DSC00679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RflJVVfxVuI/AAAAAAAAADk/p5kw2OiGyxA/s400/DSC00679.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042141888714462946" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinn: "..............."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RflJyFfxVvI/AAAAAAAAADs/0mxKQjY7Jhk/s1600-h/DSC00546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RflJyFfxVvI/AAAAAAAAADs/0mxKQjY7Jhk/s400/DSC00546.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042142382635702002" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fai: "................"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RflKgFfxVwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/nWfxGQIASyA/s1600-h/DSC00456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RflKgFfxVwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/nWfxGQIASyA/s400/DSC00456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042143172909684482" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel and Kat: "..................."&lt;br /&gt;All kalah teruk-terukan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RflLclfxVxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Aj2WoEZlMs8/s1600-h/DSC01687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/RflLclfxVxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Aj2WoEZlMs8/s400/DSC01687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042144212291770130" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shocking it got Elvis dancing again...&lt;br /&gt;Kah Wei, next time don like that la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok guys... That's about it for now. Jinn's gonna post about our Torquay trip and a little here and there. And yea, if anyone of you missed out on the bullfrog video, don't worry... It'll be on Tancube indefinitely and yes, it is just right below. You're most welcomed Jinn. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F A I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-1248204315328865864?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/1248204315328865864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=1248204315328865864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/1248204315328865864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/1248204315328865864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-have-you-bitches-been-doing-in.html' title='What have you bitches been doing in Melbourne anyway? : Part 1'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZXZxplVF8s/Rfk4OFfxVUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fbFCgQ9rIUc/s72-c/P2130334%281%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-1185481197290730673</id><published>2007-03-14T15:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T16:05:49.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to feed strawberry-flavoured jelly to a bullfrog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/h9ztPYwK9c8' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/h9ztPYwK9c8'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon finishing the video above, you can pretty much conclude that we're having fun here in Melbourne with our newly acquainted company. It has been very long since I updated. Yes it is true that they say internet is what keeps planet Earth in orbit these days so you can only imagine the black holes I got sucked into for the past few weeks. I have been deprived of internet and the aftermaths have been giving me haunting thoughts of dial-up internet and eardrum-piercing (freakin' mind-kaboomerating) waves of modem emitted supersonic mayhem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that crap Fai. Let's not forget why you're here. O treasured 'angkuku' readers, the pride and honour of pictures shall once again be restored to its rightful throne as masters of story-telling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck man.. Blogger is giving me the shits. Can't upload any pictures. Apparently lots of people are experiencing the same problem. Stoopid blogger nah upgrade la upgrade summore... Switch from beta immediately gg-ed.. Ciss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post la I'll put the pictures up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F A I&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-1185481197290730673?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/1185481197290730673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=1185481197290730673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/1185481197290730673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/1185481197290730673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2007/03/how-to-feed-strawberry-flavoured-jelly_5446.html' title='How to feed strawberry-flavoured jelly to a bullfrog'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-3940428963526971753</id><published>2007-02-18T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T20:13:18.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY CNY</title><content type='html'>happy happy new year,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new year poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anjing pergi Babi mari,&lt;br /&gt;Sini panas hari-hari,&lt;br /&gt;Makan Sekali sakit hati,&lt;br /&gt;Duit mahal tiga kali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau tak makan sangat hungry,&lt;br /&gt;kiamsiap kiamsiap makan roti,&lt;br /&gt;makan roti hari-hari,&lt;br /&gt;makan sampai rindu mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy new year from fai, mel, kathryn, jinn and hiresh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-3940428963526971753?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/3940428963526971753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=3940428963526971753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/3940428963526971753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/3940428963526971753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny-cny.html' title='CNY CNY'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-117125850538824497</id><published>2007-02-12T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T13:35:05.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>number 10 in melbourne</title><content type='html'>"Fai + Jinn = 10" (fai, 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to him, we look like the number 10 when standing together. As usual, im 0 and he's 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, nothign much to post for now, just that me and fai just got our mobile numbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinn: 04 3186 6371&lt;br /&gt;Fai:   04 1139 9476&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just looked into mil's blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slowly getting homesick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jinn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-117125850538824497?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/117125850538824497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=117125850538824497&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/117125850538824497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/117125850538824497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2007/02/number-10-in-melbourne.html' title='number 10 in melbourne'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-117087114837012643</id><published>2007-02-08T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T02:04:59.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MACC Scholarship Awards Ceremony 2007</title><content type='html'>Hi all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's me again after a long break. Hiresh Tan that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my last few hours in KL immersing myself in the 'above mentioned title' event. Attended this 'auspicious' ceremony with my parents and Chrissy. It was not really all that enthralling especially since the speeches were as interesting as marketing lectures; possibly less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the first two speeches were almost too similar, if not identical. However, the speech delivered by H.E. James Wise, the Australian High Commissioner to Malaysia induced a few nods and occasional smiles from the small crowd. He talked about how the relationship Malaysia and Australia share continues to improve and that he hoped the 8 winners would be ambassadors for Malaysia, encouraging students and the other folk in Australia to study and make this country a priority tourism destination respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, forgive my rambling. Here are some photos that will do more talking. Enjoy, fellow Tan supporters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/320/573628/100B6381%20%28Large%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;James Wise, Susan Cheah ( President of Malaysia Australia Alumni Council) and seven of the eight scholarship winners * notice anything unusual about the winners?* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="228" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/320/301437/5%20%28Large%29.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The photographers demanded we pretend to be mingling with each other..we were actually comparing whose cert looked the best or which had a nicer, more 'sincere' signature from James Wise.. that's the kind of thing you can expect from your future ambassadors&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/320/952345/100B6419%20%28Large%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me letting my father build up his network of contacts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/320/168433/100B6414%20%28Large%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One of theStar reporters, Elaine interviewing Chrissy and I&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The funny thing is I was the only male winner out of the eight. So, it was quite depressing especially when I related it to my femlae cousin who said that the reality "exceeds expectations" in a statement in which dripped with sarcasm ( Devaser, M. 2006).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'd like to say thanks to all those who have supported me in whatever way they have. Whether it was a pat on the back, some advice and positive words or a silent prayer, I am grateful to all of you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This goes out especially to God, my parents, Chrissy, my fellow Tan founders, Jinn and Fai, Eu Bing, Millicent, Bernard, the Indonesian lasses and single dude (Dan), William and all others!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I bid all of thee farewell and God Speed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yours faithfully and sincerely,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hiresh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-117087114837012643?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/117087114837012643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=117087114837012643&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/117087114837012643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/117087114837012643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2007/02/macc-scholarship-awards-ceremony-2007.html' title='MACC Scholarship Awards Ceremony 2007'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-117049317867649316</id><published>2007-02-03T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T16:59:38.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we're leaving, on a jet plane</title><content type='html'>6 more days to go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda on the fence about leaving for melbourne. Don't get me wrong, not that I'm not looking forward to it, just that it may be too soon. Spoke to fai yesterday, he feels the same. Really feeling the pinch now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't even started packing, that's bad news..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to sleep alot less but that doesn't seem to work, gettin up in the middle of the day all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, i've cooked up this really bad sleeping habit where i sleep only at about 6am or after sunrise. Talking about sunrise, i owe Millicent a post about our wait for the sunrise.....hehe, sorry mil, well yeah our wait for the sunrise ended with me not being able to see it cos there was this hill blocking it...sigh, poor me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, this post is dedicated to all those who WE, i.e. me, fai, kitty and mel and not forgetting, soo ching, are not able to meet up with before we go. May we meet again in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to our friend and founder of this tan ideology, Hiresh. Though we it is unlikely that we will meet again anytime soon with you goin to Queensland, know it for sure that you'll be close to our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to kenny, though you are now in KK and we'll be leaving soon, know that you'll be missed. take care of your self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kimmi, who have spent many joyful moments with us, continue to shine for Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mil, though it turned out that you will not be joining us there, know that you'll always be on our mind and we anxiously await the time when we come back and meet up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XiangYi, the assignment days, with you buzzing around, will be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irene, always, so busy, always so hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Tan, though it is only a semester since we met, it seems like i've known you for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther pester (gorc), I KNOW YOU'RE READING THIS, hehe. Separation may be painful, but rest assure i'll be looking after that big baby of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to our friend, Bernard who's in the states, take good care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a special dedication to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam, a friend very dear to me, i'll see your ass when i get home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On behalf of Fai, to Kenneth, childhood friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the both of you, though we all share the pain of separation, it is only for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those who are dear to us, for those who are related, for those we have known our whole life, for those who have shared our joy, pain and laughter, and even for those we know merely by name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye, and God bless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-117049317867649316?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/117049317867649316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=117049317867649316&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/117049317867649316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/117049317867649316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2007/02/were-leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='we&apos;re leaving, on a jet plane'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-116966243897971853</id><published>2007-01-25T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T02:06:48.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esther Pester The Toilet Tester</title><content type='html'>Yeap... That's how her cute and affectionate family members address her. Surprising and yet not so surprisingly, after setting foot into her grandpa's house and having administered a slight dose of cultural shock, I had a nickname of my own too: Andy Lalang Tani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took them a whole 5 minutes to come up with the name which, obviously does not make any sense to anybody at all. Great minds came together, brainstormed for a while, and poof ~~ there you have it. Andy not because I look like Andy Lau (he is totally out of my league anyway), Andy because my name &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fai&lt;/span&gt;, reminded uncle tapper of Andy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faye&lt;/span&gt; who plays in the EPL (he's lightyears from my league too if you were wondering). There's the jackass down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/950504/FAYE_Abdoulaye_200509_GH_R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/320/55812/FAYE_Abdoulaye_200509_GH_R.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalang because when Esther told uncle Nantha that my friends call me a lala, he heard lalang. Now you have Andy Lalang. Tani simply because lalang tani is a drink therefore, Andy Lalang Tani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many important persons in the family greeted me with a growl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/595567/DSC01277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/113494/DSC01277.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd normally and on numerous occasions, casually refer to your species as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ah wong"&lt;/span&gt; but since you're part of the family, ok la give face abit la... Hello &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Albert&lt;/span&gt;, my name is Huebert...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/102247/DSC01278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/981202/DSC01278.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's uncle Nantha explaining to us noobs the concept of a pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/693441/DSC01369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/744150/DSC01369.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through meticulous observation during our karaoke session in Butterworth, I found out that Esther and Melissa can really sing. That's the easy-to-figure-out part. The hard part and by hard I don't mean hard-to-figure-out, I mean we (Steven and I) found out the hard way, that these two buggers love singing to Spice Girls' songs. GGNESS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/19681/DSC01368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/878008/DSC01368.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not gonna bother me too much cause the Spice Girls ain't coming up with their 4th album. Hah! In-yer-face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/123400/DSC01418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/578814/DSC01418.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to Mel's house where I met yet another &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ah wong"&lt;/span&gt;. This one is the guardian of her house and is deliberately named Teddy after President Theodore "Teddy" Roosevelt. Nah... Just kidding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/482374/DSC01379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/702112/DSC01379.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we met little terror &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ah wong"&lt;/span&gt; Dinkie. His job is to spend all day lazing around the house and snatching attention away from Teddy by a wave of his cute little paw. Poor Teddy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/242064/DSC01396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/661726/DSC01396.jpg" alt="" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/54269/captainplanetlogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/200/514604/captainplanetlogo.jpg" alt="" 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;We diverted to a saloon near Steven's place for a haircut and since Mel wanted to dye her hair green, just like Captain Planet (inset), ok la go la go la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/125222/DSC01398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/444490/DSC01398.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since we all were having a hairdo, Steven was reasonably unentertained to the extent where he got fucking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o-r-e-d&lt;/span&gt;~~&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/715212/DSC01400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/712501/DSC01400.jpg" alt="" 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;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;Do I look like some guy in Star Trek? Probably that android who eventually turned into an 'auspicious' shellfish that Malaysian Chinese prefer to call, lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/856816/DSC01405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/242938/DSC01405.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear dyed her hair purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/4171/DSC01410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/617806/DSC01410.jpg" alt="" 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;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;And Andy Lalang Tani completed his transformation.&lt;br /&gt;Now, enter the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;TRUE&lt;/span&gt; lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/859717/DSC01421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/954590/DSC01421.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then dear prepared my nails for a manicure. *Amatuers*~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/298167/DSC01424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/992349/DSC01424.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?? Aw crapss you heard that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/540194/DSC01423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/125642/DSC01423.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing me your snout won't stop me from calling you a donkey you know dear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/37726/DSC01429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/537148/DSC01429.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis a coconut and a donkey. Taken at 'Bed' auto-city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/951019/DSC01430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/555828/DSC01430.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tis obviously a tigress toying with its scared-shit and immobilized victim. Didn't your momma teach you not to play with your food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/893177/DSC00144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/351015/DSC00144.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left a mark in 'Soho' Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/155785/DSC01442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/207943/DSC01442.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left a mark in 'Monash' Subang Jaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/932987/DSC01292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/143041/DSC01292.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves She very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/78240/DSCF0389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/961760/DSCF0389.jpg" alt="" 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;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;Oh, by the way, she's Indian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAI  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-116966243897971853?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/116966243897971853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=116966243897971853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116966243897971853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116966243897971853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2007/01/esther-pester-toilet-tester.html' title='Esther Pester The Toilet Tester'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-116947202672092697</id><published>2007-01-22T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T21:20:26.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AIG</title><content type='html'>That my dear friends, is Manchester United's sponsor for this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what those 3 lil alphabets stand for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bg border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="400" style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="title"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" width="70"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:-1;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="3" width="330"&gt;Arsenal [2 - 1] Manchester U.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4" height="1" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="light"&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;14'&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="50"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" width="163"&gt;K. Toure &lt;img src="http://www1.livescore.com/img/yellow.gif" border="0" height="9" width="6" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="163"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4" height="1" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="dark"&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;19'&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="50"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" width="163"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="163"&gt;R. Giggs &lt;img src="http://www1.livescore.com/img/yellow.gif" border="0" height="9" width="6" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4" height="1" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="light"&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;26'&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="50"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" width="163"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="163"&gt;P. Evra &lt;img src="http://www1.livescore.com/img/yellow.gif" border="0" height="9" width="6" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4" height="1" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="dark"&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;53'&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="50"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[0 - 1]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" width="163"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="163"&gt;W. Rooney &lt;img src="http://www1.livescore.com/img/goal.gif" border="0" height="10" width="10" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4" height="1" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="light"&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;83'&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="50"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[1 - 1]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" width="163"&gt;R.v. Persie &lt;img src="http://www1.livescore.com/img/goal.gif" border="0" height="10" width="10" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="163"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4" height="1" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="dark"&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;88'&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="50"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" width="163"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="163"&gt;C. Ronaldo &lt;img src="http://www1.livescore.com/img/yellow.gif" border="0" height="9" width="6" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4" height="1" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="light"&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;90'&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="50"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[2 - 1]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" width="163"&gt;T. Henry &lt;img src="http://www1.livescore.com/img/goal.gif" border="0" height="10" width="10" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arsenal Is Good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah... They're not good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arsenal Is Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-116947202672092697?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/116947202672092697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=116947202672092697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116947202672092697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116947202672092697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2007/01/aig.html' title='AIG'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-116914313706742157</id><published>2007-01-18T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T02:00:10.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penang + Langkawi + KL</title><content type='html'>I see nobody (it's either Jinn or Fai anyway) has taken the initiative to post about our second Penang + Langkawi trip, it shall once again be my pleasure to narrate you fellow readers through our adventurous and perilous encounter. I know it's a little damn fucking late la but same old saying lo, better late than never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/81324/DSC01173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/684777/DSC01173.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived on a sunny afternoon and as usual, Mel HAD to make us wait. That's Jinn Tan showing the sad face again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/285509/DSC00365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/43971/DSC00365.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a scrumptious lunch, we went on a detour to Gurney's Toys'r'us and guess who was there to greet us? It was Patrick on a little pony!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/767085/DSC01176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/33110/DSC01176.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinn couldn't resist the temptation so he finally gave in and posed with his fellow underwater compatriot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/281973/DSC00367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/677357/DSC00367.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was G.I. Jinn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/703284/DSC00366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/772662/DSC00366.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and there was Fireman Fai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/810429/DSC01178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/542909/DSC01178.jpg" alt="" 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;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;Together, we make &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Chaotic "Tan" Brothers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/776114/PC070030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/703937/PC070030.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then proceeded to Gurney's food court for a quick meal and yeah, judging by the picture, it is my opinion that Jinn still thinks he's a pink, fat starfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/273198/PC080040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/653078/PC080040.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Kah Wei and bunch of us went to Soho... where Fai's face was slashed into half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/239790/DSC01179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/100397/DSC01179.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Tancube has now gone international!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/711705/PC090048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/602974/PC090048.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aboard the cruise, en route to Langkawi island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/427229/PC090054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/73213/PC090054.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who's calling who the lala again??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/547301/PC090057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/12965/PC090057.jpg" alt="" 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;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;Fai made his sandcastle and called it 'Monash'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/664729/PC090058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/600307/PC090058.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/881571/PC090060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/450164/PC090060.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy people on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/979658/PC090065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/62040/PC090065.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Esther caught checking Fai out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/516008/PC090066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/335556/PC090066.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Fai checks her out in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/963862/DSC01184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/236998/DSC01184.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to our room and played sexy mak cik.. woot woot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/828121/DSC01185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/954751/DSC01185.jpg" alt="" 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;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;and as usual, Fai joined in the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/614298/PC100084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/26091/PC100084.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, look at that bugger there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/577724/PC100083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/63762/PC100083.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...looks like some innocent, unsuspecting bugger... Let's go do something evil to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/17009/PC100094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/730272/PC100094.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fai: "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..............................."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/513441/DSC01186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/720753/DSC01186.jpg" alt="" 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;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;And err... Don't ask me what's that.. Wa mm zai also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/906982/PC200227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/679892/PC200227.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from Langkawi and bunch of them Penangites came over to KL. Went to Cynna bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/871125/PC200231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/817726/PC200231.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys will always be boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/891949/PC200233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/72452/PC200233.jpg" alt="" 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;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;Steven took his shot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/293205/PC200234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/180730/PC200234.jpg" alt="" 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;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;...and I took mine.. Woohoooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/828590/PC200239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/74538/PC200239.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couch, a guy and two girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/382405/PC200247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/320/293982/PC200247.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end the night on a high note, we all went to have a drink at TGIF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it la.. Me very tired.. Sleep..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-116914313706742157?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/116914313706742157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=116914313706742157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116914313706742157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116914313706742157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2007/01/penang-langkawi-kl.html' title='Penang + Langkawi + KL'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-116811652187023801</id><published>2007-01-07T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T05:14:16.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>Since I'm so very free now and the continuity of this unproductiveness will probably only lead me to thinking whether Jinn is dead by now (causation: murderous cockroach or blistering alcohol), ok la give you something to laugh about la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Cheng Wai here seems to be showing a very stable stream of interest about the facial similarities between John and I. Therefore it is my pleasure to unveil to you all, the truth behind all these shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown to all, Fai actually has some family ties in Sri Lanka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/804585/DSC00229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/819365/DSC00229.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's uncle Dharshana and his son, Nuwan Gamage. Albeit the variation in skin colour, they remained pretty close and often exchanged sarongs. Woops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/269307/Picture%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/364462/Picture%20031.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John, on the other hand, is this normal average Singaporean, I mean, Malaysian guy you find on the streets.... of Singapore. Obviously a hit among the ladies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/979047/Picture%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/866669/Picture%20014.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and Fai being the direct opposite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/125796/Picture%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/826478/Picture%20002.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and more... But of course he wasn't alone, he had Joshua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/400450/Picture%20152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/720965/Picture%20152.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua denies any connections with Fai, pretty expressly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/852294/Picture%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/548328/Picture%20022.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, John decides to randomly take a picture of somebody and that someone shall be his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/606538/Picture%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/526644/Picture%20012.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he posed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/928147/Picture%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/165480/Picture%20021.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene: "Hey that guy with the kitty cat, how do you explain this??"&lt;br /&gt;Fai: "Err.... My kitty cat wouldn't do such a thing..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/570795/Picture%20060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/605716/Picture%20060.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fai: "THEY did it!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/408597/Picture%20102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/380423/Picture%20102.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure you wanna be my friend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/376166/Picture%20044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/412721/Picture%20044.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...because that guy over there looks like a pretty decent friend-to-be..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/706492/Picture%20246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/286622/Picture%20246.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...until Joshua saw what happened during recess.&lt;br /&gt;Joe: "You still wanna be John's friend, huh?? He's mine I'm telling you!! Mine!!"&lt;br /&gt;Fai: "NOOOOOOOOO............................."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/873070/Picture%20032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/156940/Picture%20032.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: "Alright we shall be friends... I dowanna friend friend that Joe... Hmph..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/798733/PA250136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/737231/PA250136.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then John went on to form a boy band and called it "John's life" and they achieved rockstar status with their hit single "My long lost twin brother".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/961590/53E40105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/882855/53E40105.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe decided to burn down Taylor's college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/487198/Picture%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/561503/Picture%20010.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwee Jin shocked the world when Queen Elizabeth announced that he's gonna take over the throne of England, ahead of hot favourites Prince William and Prince Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/443324/Picture%20205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/589784/Picture%20205.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessie became the next big thing in the camwhoring world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/266452/IMG_1522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/608637/IMG_1522.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Fai...... GAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-116811652187023801?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/116811652187023801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=116811652187023801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116811652187023801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116811652187023801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2007/01/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-116783481880528997</id><published>2007-01-03T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T22:35:29.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The United States of Timonica: Part 2</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the long wait guys. Like they say, better late than never right?&lt;br /&gt;This time I shall be the not-so-typical Fai and cut the crap, go straight to the gist. Let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/499185/DSC00981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/294256/DSC00981.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle has two Saint Bernards. Bugger huge dogs. Here's Icy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/948118/DSC00983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/300802/DSC00983.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and this is Macho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/178871/DSC00980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/688264/DSC00980.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean? Bugger HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/671047/DSC00997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/29645/DSC00997.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me Mum and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/507737/DSC01029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/612356/DSC01029.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The takes-my-breath-away view atop the Empire State Building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/688273/DSC01033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/955990/DSC01033.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Fai decides to spoil the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/857342/DSC01037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/879695/DSC01037.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this was what that roach in the previous post was thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/620675/DSC01049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/40410/DSC01049.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The U.S National Library. This was the place where they filmed "The Day After Tomorrow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/173112/DSC01053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/69439/DSC01053.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church of St. Patrick. Definitely a sight to behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/861235/DSC01054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/843114/DSC01054.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why don't we get Apple Stores like that? The actual store itself is underground. Fuiyooness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/773585/DSC01125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/40328/DSC01125.jpg" alt="" 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;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;President Thomas Jefferson, 3rd president of the U.S, brilliantly said that. I wonder which country can this be directed to... Hmm... Nah, not particularly Malaysia la... Where got hoh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/9946/DSC01294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/371490/DSC01294.jpg" alt="" 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;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;And I found a story about John on a calendar in Esther's house. Pretty similar to your story huh John?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/31652/DSC01141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/217409/DSC01141.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, I saw Morgan Freeman on the streets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-116783481880528997?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/116783481880528997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=116783481880528997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116783481880528997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116783481880528997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2007/01/united-states-of-timonica-part-2.html' title='The United States of Timonica: Part 2'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-116777136698803480</id><published>2007-01-03T04:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T22:36:14.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4.07am</title><content type='html'>i'ts 4am now, went to sleep at bout 2.30. wat am i doin up now u may ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i had to pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a task so simple, yet brings so much relieve that it is a moment to be enjoyed, a wonderful sensation, having emptied out your bladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet, my moment was violated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The beginning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, I woke up and was well adjusted to the dark, i could see without the lights on.Such superpowers I had. So, not wanting to lose my sleepiness, i decided to not swtich any lights on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was the moment. a few seconds of paradise, the sensation when the bladder is being relieved of the pressure built up in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was just right after a burst of relieve shot through me that i saw &lt;strong&gt;HIM. &lt;/strong&gt;He was right next to me, observing with silence, not moving a single muscle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I proved to be too good for him. my eyes caught a glimpst of his silhouette and my defence mechanism kicked in. I was robbed of my &lt;strong&gt;Moment. &lt;/strong&gt;I was &lt;strong&gt;Afraid. &lt;/strong&gt;I decided it was better to concede this round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I retreated back into my room and tired to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i laid there, i started thinking......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should i be the one who loses? the pondering began.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was big, he was small&lt;br /&gt;i had 4 limbs, he had &lt;strong&gt;six&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had shieldtox, he had &lt;strong&gt;wings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had shoes, he had legs&lt;br /&gt;and finally, i was afraid, he was freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;War &lt;/strong&gt;it was.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Battle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a long burst of &lt;strong&gt;Shieldtox&lt;/strong&gt; immobilized the enemy, buying me time to run downstairs to relieve myself and gather up ammo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weapon of choice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;options...........my shoes or my sister's slippers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my shoes?.......hell no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, slippers it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Round 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went up to the battleground again to see him running around disoriented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;easy target, i thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stood there, waiting for him to come close by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it a &lt;strong&gt;He?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proof #1 - he had a bad sense of direction, even before the shieldtox&lt;br /&gt;proof #2 - he had the collosal balls to watch me pee&lt;br /&gt;proof #3 - he still came towards me, trying to attack even when he is intoxicated and knowing that i will win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the timing was precise, he came out in the open, close enough.&lt;br /&gt;i took aim.............inhaled and held my breath......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE! the slipper flew into his direction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;strong&gt;DAMN!&lt;/strong&gt; i'd missed........&lt;br /&gt;so did the following &lt;strong&gt;three&lt;/strong&gt; throws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strike 3&lt;/strong&gt; and you're out! miss 4.........just give it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Need backup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i heard the door opening, it was my cousin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why so much of noise?" he asked......."&lt;strong&gt;Cockroach&lt;/strong&gt;" was my answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i handed him the shieldtox and retreated. he went against &lt;strong&gt;It, &lt;/strong&gt;spraying it with more chemicals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;squish it&lt;/strong&gt;" was my orders as it came towards my room...&lt;br /&gt;he said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;i will scream&lt;/strong&gt;", i threatened back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i closed my door and hope that it will end quickly with &lt;strong&gt;It&lt;/strong&gt; being squished.&lt;br /&gt;i heard some knocking and banging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! sector clear. i thought&lt;br /&gt;i opened my door and saw him standing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it will die soon" was his words. what you mean it will die? didn't u complete what you were set out to do? apparently, the enemy escaped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh......you &lt;strong&gt;NOOB!&lt;/strong&gt; because of you, it ran. because of you, i don't get to sleep.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to be alert, for i know, &lt;strong&gt;HE&lt;/strong&gt; is out there, waiting patiently, waiting for the right time, waiting for me to lose focus and go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he will strike, crawling all over my face as i lay there unconscious and get even.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you are &lt;strong&gt;out there&lt;/strong&gt;, and i will not go down without a &lt;strong&gt;fight!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-116777136698803480?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/116777136698803480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=116777136698803480&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116777136698803480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116777136698803480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2007/01/407am.html' title='4.07am'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-116697855568876228</id><published>2006-12-24T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T00:48:14.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 minutes to Christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day people exchange presents. The day working people take a day off. The day people rejoice. The day people give thanks. The day Jesus Christ was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Christmas Eve and work is inevitable for me. Working part-time at Adidas Midvalley in case you were wondering. Right let's start. I'm here to share with you all a story about a passionate boy and his loving father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A frail looking father helped his wheelchair-bound son through the entrance. As usual, the girls yelled out "WELCOME!!" without looking at the patronizing customer. Well, I tried telling them to at least look them in the eyes to express a minimal form of sincerity but crap, they won't listen. Anyway, a little detour there but don't mind that. Ok they came in and Gabriel, my colleague attended to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy was very intrigued by soccer boots. He picked a model, got him a size, tried it on, chose a pair of socks to go with, the father paid and they left. The father even insisted that Gabriel take RM10 as tips. (He decided to donate the RM10 back to the church) Then Gabriel came and shared with us the boy's story. The boy was playing soccer when he fell on a rock and got himself partially paralyzed. Now even walking is a big problem for him. He was a passionate soccer player and he still is. He watches the EPL on Astro and he probably supports a team. When asked, the father said he could probably never run again let alone getting back onto the pitch. It's such a pity something like that had to happen to him or anybody else at all. So in an effort to cheer his son up, the father is now getting him a pair of soccer boots of the boy's choice for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is God's will that things had to happen this way but God also gave him a loving and understanding father. I feel really sad for the boy. Even thinking about it makes me wanna cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, while celebrating Christmas this year, do remember that there's a boy somewhere lugging onto his soccer boots waiting and wishing that one day he could finally put those boots to good use. A simple prayer is the least you can do folks. Many others share the same fate so peeps, don't forget the true meaning of Christmas. Give thanks. Love and be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you dear God, for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-116697855568876228?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/116697855568876228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=116697855568876228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116697855568876228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116697855568876228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/12/5-minutes-to-christmas.html' title='5 minutes to Christmas'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-116692748001421868</id><published>2006-12-24T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T10:31:20.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compliments of the Season</title><content type='html'>Hello once again to all our readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, the Tan trio would like to extend a hearty Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you all! Hope all of you have a meaningful time with your family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis the season to be jolly~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiresh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-116692748001421868?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/116692748001421868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=116692748001421868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116692748001421868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116692748001421868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/12/compliments-of-season.html' title='Compliments of the Season'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-116688987140724314</id><published>2006-12-23T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T00:04:31.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recommendations</title><content type='html'>Taking back Sunday - Spin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augustana - Stars and boulevards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damien Rice - Cannonball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dashboard Confessionals - A plain morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking Ashland - October skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-116688987140724314?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/116688987140724314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=116688987140724314&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116688987140724314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116688987140724314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/12/recommendations.html' title='Recommendations'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-116521430921631429</id><published>2006-12-04T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T14:41:35.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The United States of Timonica</title><content type='html'>And who would have thought Americans are not idiots as suggested by Green Day in their song American idiots? Well you can stop mocking America you British hooligans who consider world domination as something that's bloody cool. No idea where that came from. The effects of jet lag come in many different forms I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT, back to the main topic. The US wasn't that bad. In fact it was great. So Fai you can now revert back to your typical self and start bludgeoning your treasured '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;angkuku&lt;/span&gt;' readers with an arsenal of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I used to think flying to Australia is gonna be tiring (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cos we're all going to Melbourne wooohooo!!&lt;/span&gt;). Blast that thought. Well, the flight to US was like the 4 of us being hit by a chain frost. Just that this chain frost won't stop jumping until we hit the ground. GG. We stopped over at Stockholm, Sweden on transit and even that took 12 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/72071/DSC00760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/121088/DSC00760.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped over at Stockholm's Arlanda airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/205861/DSC00755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/428649/DSC00755.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That says "No exit" in Swedish... Yea I'm just being lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/540588/DSC00757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/785653/DSC00757.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if "Hiss" means lift then does hess mean left? Swedish ain't that hard after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/263919/DSC00770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/570507/DSC00770.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 more hours and we're in Queens, New York. Church in the middle of Chinatown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/53021/DSC00777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/807509/DSC00777.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we saw these cute mini apples. Yes, they're apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/211921/DSC00791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/344093/DSC00791.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is even cuter. Too bad can't bring it back cos the US is just being a little too paranoia that it might be some suspicious liquid that I might use on the plane to assemble a bomb and blow em' jackasses off the skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/919871/DSC00786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/516617/DSC00786.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going on a road trip........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/638226/DSC00804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/285108/DSC00804.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one funny looking tree. And I thought the people here would have gotten over Halloween already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/959299/DSC00805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/494644/DSC00805.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godly sight only the sublime Almighty can paint. 4.30pm US time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/760092/DSC00810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/312082/DSC00810.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we proceeded to the ever-so-colourful Manhattan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/440366/DSC00811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/518643/DSC00811.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole building that resembles a gift box. I wonder if they have rubbish bins that resemble Jinn??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/284315/DSC00879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/188260/DSC00879.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and so they do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/964293/DSC00820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/80415/DSC00820.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yea it says Rockefeller there but nope this is not the Rockefeller building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/705230/DSC00829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/329186/DSC00829.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won a lottery ticket!! Yea shortlived joy. Just $10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/492407/DSC00834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/773459/DSC00834.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manhattan by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/272941/DSC00843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/168049/DSC00843.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The McDonald's in Manhattan's Chinatown. I'd expect to see this in China, not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/733349/DSC00855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/721190/DSC00855.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we visited Ground Zero, where the glorious World Trade Centre twin towers once stood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/865785/DSC00860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/164593/DSC00860.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here remembering, 9/11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/936035/DSC00873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/772077/DSC00873.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk on walk on, 15minutes from Ground Zero was Wall Street. They used real gold to coat those word, and so my cousin said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/52091/DSC00905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/143714/DSC00905.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know my Mum has a multinational family. From left: Aunty (Singapore), Mum (KL, Malysia), Uncle Ben (Long Island, USA), Aunty (Peking, China), Aunty (Toronto, Canada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/762977/DSC00939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/621086/DSC00939.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to mini Vegas, the Atlantic City. Local laws required that you be 21 to be able to gamble. There I was, just turned 19 and I wasn't even allowed to set foot on those carpets. Cibai palia guards. And I thought only Sunway/Monash guards were palia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/645452/DSC00945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/621100/DSC00945.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard Rock Cafe Atlantic City. Definitely a very clearly worded warning sign. Red somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/357709/DSC00946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/294785/DSC00946.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The horizon has been defeated" (Jack Johnson, 2003)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/849199/DSC00961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/577900/DSC00961.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I shall conclude that the pigeons here have colossal balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/53452/DSC00963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/216299/DSC00963.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even have Ruby Tuesday. Nope not Tuesday, it's Tooosday. Americans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/308623/DSC00967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/84119/DSC00967.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you, no wonder Americans are huge cos this is one person's portion of a plate of fried rice. Eh Jinn, come ah let's go to the US and we won't have to order doubles again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/563601/DSC00970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/120435/DSC00970.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the floor mat man... I was hungry and I thought a little nibbling wouldn't hurt. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/1600/491382/DSC00971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4198/3170/400/817335/DSC00971.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure we're all familiar with liability limitation/exclusion disclaimers and so I present to you the declaration of liability and responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to be continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-116521430921631429?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/116521430921631429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=116521430921631429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116521430921631429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116521430921631429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/12/united-states-of-timonica.html' title='The United States of Timonica'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-116425937826468797</id><published>2006-11-23T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T13:22:58.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what have you bitches been doing anyways? part 9999999999999999999</title><content type='html'>We gonna go MELBOURNEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-out-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jinn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-116425937826468797?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/116425937826468797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=116425937826468797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116425937826468797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116425937826468797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-have-you-bitches-been-doing_23.html' title='what have you bitches been doing anyways? part 9999999999999999999'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-116323071222132727</id><published>2006-11-11T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:45:12.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What have you bitches been doing anyway? : Part 2.5</title><content type='html'>Well, since Jinn has posted about our little Ipoh trip, I'll have the priviledge to cover what's left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00544.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no prizes for guessing who's perceived to be the easy target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00547.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armours, check! Mask, check!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00548.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...here's your weapon and let's move your ass soldier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00549.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we invaded Kenny's room. More like a junk yard that homes a KK boy. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00551.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The invasion was followed by a trip to Paris restaurant for dinner. Literally camWhores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00553.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Jinn is sworn in as one of them. For starters, he mastered "The Melissa Pose". (TMP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00554.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errmmm.... whoopsie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00555.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, time to show off our spoils of war (yea referring to paintball).. Mel's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00556.jpg" alt="" 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;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;Jinn's. Only one of the many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00558.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat got a headshot. Yea it kinda looks hideous here but it looks more or less like that la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00559.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny's. Hah, that's for chickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00625.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fai got shot in the left ear and a little fake diamond-like thingy blossomed... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00562.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to 1U after dinner and the camwhoring just continues..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00566.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.. This shop sells greetings to Fai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00567.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww~~ would you lookie at that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00569.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, everybody had their shots at it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00570.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel, one day people might just think you're a kid. Kid's meal, kid's ride, what's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00571.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 4 wheel drive managed to mount two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00572.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Kenny's dream of being Batwoman one day finally materialized..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00662.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody had the balls to ride on this baby... No rewards for guessing why either..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I know this has no link whatsoever but I still want to post this picture here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00651.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00651.jpg" alt="" 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;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;I call it, The Clash : of two idiotic icons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-116323071222132727?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/116323071222132727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=116323071222132727&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116323071222132727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116323071222132727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-have-you-bitches-been-doing_11.html' title='What have you bitches been doing anyway? : Part 2.5'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-116317287462415814</id><published>2006-11-10T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:48:15.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What have you bitches been doing anyways? Part III</title><content type='html'>ok, Jinn's turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one early morning, 4 bitches and 1 blur case went to Ipoh&lt;br /&gt;got 51 pics to upload, no time to narrate lolx, a picture paints a thousand words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL-----------&gt;Ipoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00582.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00583.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arggghhhh!!! got car!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00585.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleepin dragon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00586.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadaaaaa ipoh!!!! mel woke up at 5am to try FOh san&lt;br /&gt;and they decided to not open................... swt kau kau&lt;br /&gt;imagine being in the same car as her that time....... chills down the spine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, anyways, went to this place near excelsior, no choice cos no dimsum= die faster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yippie!! food food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00606.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the paintball bruise? ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dimsum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to fai's house!!!!! ex-house......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;fai: strolling down memory lane....*sniffles*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mil's place!!!!! at least somewhere there la&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00617.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the old taxi with an old bald driver, and 4 old aunties&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00623.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00623.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;fai being lala-fied&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fai: this is the best char kuey teow in Ipoh, really good really nice, good anot?&lt;br /&gt;Mel: Penang one better&lt;br /&gt;Fai: yeahla, this one not that nice oso&lt;br /&gt;Jinn: .............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00630.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next stop: sam poh tong temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00634.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00635.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buddy.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC006451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC006451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00645.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rapist: I see youuu&lt;br /&gt;the raped: mommmyyyyy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00648.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the showdown... Timon v Pumba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00653.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinn's angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00657.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00657.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00658.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00660.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00665.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00666.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00668.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meal no.3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00676.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's home!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00678.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drive drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jinn: ROarrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00682.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fai: ROAArrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinn &amp; Fai: ROOAaarrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00686.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00688.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00687.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00701.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ipoh's petrol station........ &gt;&lt;'' &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOoo...shiny shiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 2 yrs of deprivation.....kat's got her tv!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah it's 9.40 am now haven't slept....... bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-116317287462415814?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/116317287462415814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=116317287462415814&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116317287462415814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116317287462415814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-have-you-bitches-been-doing_10.html' title='What have you bitches been doing anyways? Part III'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-116288091603794726</id><published>2006-11-07T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T14:31:26.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What have you bitches been doing anyway? : Part 2</title><content type='html'>...ok where were we? Oh yea, Jinn saw this somewhere in Monash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/thai.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/thai.0.jpg" alt="" 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;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;So we decided to pay them a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00462.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually Thai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00460.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinn: "Talk talk talk bla bla bla blu blu blu..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00461.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening attentively&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00460.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00460.0.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinn: "Talk talk talk bla bla bla blu blu blu..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00458.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00460.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00460.1.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinn: "Talk talk talk bla bla bla blu blu blu..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00456.jpg" alt="" 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;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 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00505.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat fingers and green curry chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00506.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wasted piece of fish... Melissa, think of all the poor kids in Africa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00469.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err.... WTF??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00478.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sponge Bob's time to shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00474.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinn posed with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00475.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00483.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My turn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00517.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny you have your Kenny Rogers, I have my ah Yip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00523.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm funny number plate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00530.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse my friends. Waffles kinda drive them nuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00531.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely fat boy (aww~~) and fat boy with chick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00532.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fine day where exams were things of the past so, we decided to go have bak kut teh in Klang. There were Kat and Kenny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00533.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Billy Teoh was doing "his things" at home but still, he made it there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00536.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Jinn consumed that much of tissue papers to keep himself alive and of course the camera man has always been Fai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00537.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...then we had delicious Klang famous Paos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But are we missing something? Oh we forgot Melissa Lim Su Yih. Where was she? Oh she ditched us to go shopping in KL. I see I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00542.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sweeeeeet Jesus classic sneakers Hakunamatata~~ Converse!! *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-116288091603794726?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/116288091603794726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=116288091603794726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116288091603794726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116288091603794726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-have-you-bitches-been-doing_07.html' title='What have you bitches been doing anyway? : Part 2'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-116264617082287366</id><published>2006-11-04T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:16:10.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What have you bitches been doing anyway? : Part 1</title><content type='html'>Woo hoo exams over exams over!! Story-telling time!!&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm let's see... Ok, point of time: 27th September 2006&lt;br /&gt;That was when you and I thought, "eeesh one more week only I start studying la..."&lt;br /&gt;Mil didn't think so and she'd probably score 4 HDs for starting early. But lets not go into that shall we? Story-telling time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00316.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00316.0.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the movies and we bumped into this.&lt;br /&gt;Fai: "ooooooooooooooooooo.... bluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuueeeeee.....". Obviously very intrigued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00321.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Optic blast!" (Hiresh, 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/doris%20day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/doris%20day.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-daaa!! The Tans' theme song!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00346.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimber showed off her new phone. Everybody was amazed... except for Kenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00350.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph... You have I don't have meh now? Cis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00351.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we went to Salmon Steak and Kenny, brilliantly grabbed the opportunity to demonstrate to us, especially Kimber the artistic potential embedded in him as vengeance. Things don't work that way Kenny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00357.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo look... Chicken bone on a busy road. Obviously this chicken run ended up in futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00360.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny claims that the chain store is his. Hmmm... Well it has half his name on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00363.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: "Hehehe... I smart leh... Now Kenny Rogers is rightfully mine... Ngek ngek ngek..."&lt;br /&gt;Yoda: "Smart, you are not asshole."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00365.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, caught you on the phone with an implied term. Implied term = Bf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00373.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuiyoo pusat servis tayar KIMotor... Wua Kimber, looks like money DOES come along with stardom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00380.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legs on legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00395.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah! Die bitch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00383.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eerrrrggghhhhhh.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00403.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After MBC appreciation dinner, went to the Curve's Cineplex. Can't see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00543.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legs up!! The power of W800i. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00408.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me mami and me doggie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00411.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know my doggie could read. Mami what have you been feeding him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00413.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken on my balcony right after the haze subsided. Godly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00445.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 11th of October, Kathryn's turn to join the alliance of the 20s and we went to TGIF...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00444.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...with two corpses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00447.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitchy waiter: "Shall we elevate Ms. Kathryn to chair level?"&lt;br /&gt;Bitchy Melissa (quietly): "yesyesyesyesyesyes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00446.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitchy waiter: "Alrighty then, we're gonna sing you your birthday song now. You want the super fast version or the backwards version?"&lt;br /&gt;Angel wanna-be Kathryn: "Huh? How do you sing a birthday song backwards? Ok la I want the backwards version"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00449.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...they turned their asses towards us and started singing. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00450.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Kathryn got her trophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00451.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group photo. With Melissa and Kimber out of the picture, wouldn't call it a group photo la but this is the only one I have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-116264617082287366?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/116264617082287366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=116264617082287366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116264617082287366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116264617082287366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-have-you-bitches-been-doing.html' title='What have you bitches been doing anyway? : Part 1'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-116248584742823309</id><published>2006-11-03T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T00:44:07.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tangy Taste of Freedom</title><content type='html'>Finally, the tension has been ameliorated and alleviated. Happy Holidays to all readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiresh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-116248584742823309?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/116248584742823309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=116248584742823309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116248584742823309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116248584742823309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/11/tangy-taste-of-freedom.html' title='The Tangy Taste of Freedom'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-116206688876483794</id><published>2006-10-29T04:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T04:21:28.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GAH!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/IMG_1522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/IMG_1522.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-116206688876483794?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/116206688876483794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=116206688876483794&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116206688876483794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116206688876483794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/10/gah.html' title='GAH!!'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-116141520585195028</id><published>2006-10-21T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T15:20:05.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Public service announcement</title><content type='html'>Exams man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High time for you to be studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why are you still reading this stupid blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Three Tans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-116141520585195028?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/116141520585195028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=116141520585195028&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116141520585195028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116141520585195028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/10/public-service-announcement.html' title='Public service announcement'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-116070620697633457</id><published>2006-10-13T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T10:23:26.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A True Tan</title><content type='html'>Hello all, it's been eons since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is truly a remarkable day for the Tan community.&lt;br /&gt;In an extraordinary event, a Mr. Tan from the state of Malacca has purchased a car licence plate with the letters TAN followed by a single digit. Here it comes...the moment of truth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Brace yourselves-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He paid a whopping &lt;strong&gt;RM 200 K&lt;/strong&gt; for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Tan has shown his dedication to our cause. He accepts wilfully and spurs on the tradition of tanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some food for thought. How much are you willing to lay down to support this worthy cause?&lt;br /&gt;Try to be like Mr. Tan, his devotion has been invaluable. Dare to be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiresh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article: &lt;a href="http://www.thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2006/10/13/nation/15719169&amp;sec=nation"&gt;http://www.thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2006/10/13/nation/15719169&amp;amp;sec=nation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-116070620697633457?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/116070620697633457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=116070620697633457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116070620697633457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116070620697633457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/10/true-tan.html' title='A True Tan'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-116065570190048789</id><published>2006-10-12T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T20:23:21.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to Teng Li Zhen and other victims who suffered the same fate</title><content type='html'>I am in fact very enraged when I came across this in the newspapers. So very furious that I'd spare some time otherwise used to study business law just to reiterate to you readers what a crazy country we're living in. &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes true, as said by Jinn (2006), do not believe everything you see in the newspapers, they are frequently regulated, more like filtered of shit so what you are seeing is only the tip of the iceberg. Ok la Jinn’s statement ends at ‘frequently regulated’ la… The others are mine la… But the thing is, if this is only the tip of it, you’d imagine that to say we have a bleak future ahead of our country would be an understatement. Jinn is like a big brother to me. He teaches me to be diplomatic. He guides me to becoming a better person that I’m not. He always says that, yes, indeed we are living in an unfair world and there is no point complaining about it. I am very thankful of that. But the fact that I’m complaining means that at least I’m aware of all these crazy shit and now I’m only notifying the people around me. Sorry la bro for complaining again but I really CANNOT take these shit anymore.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;People, behold and beware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00455.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00455.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You understand Chinese? Good for you.&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Translation: (Smaller font) Crazy fella on a motorbike with a blade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;(BIG &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; font) Randomly attacks cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;(BIG BLACK font) Woman defaced&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00454.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Basically, it is about a crazy shitface who has got a cuckoo bird up his ass, riding around on a motorbike in Muar randomly flinging circular blades at cars. Its like, you’re hit? Too bad for you lah… You’re not? Lucky you… And the thing is, he’s not doing it once or twice. Three cases have been reported and guess what? The authorities are on reasonable grounds to expect more. O me god… Me so scared man… Seriously, me am. The motives of this chicken-ass are still unknown so the good news is, he’s not robbing anybody. He’ll just probably by chance, slice through your throat, leave you there to die AND stroll off that’s all. He doesn’t even bother robbing you of your possessions. What madness is this??!! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve always thought, all these snatch thieves, robbers, killers, rapists and all, maybe they aren’t going for the money and sex. They might be just going for the race. Wooopss… Did I just say that? Well hell yes. Are you people just jealous or what? What hatred have you got against the Chinese that you are driven to this extent of madness? Yes I agree the blade case is down to chance and that lady was just pure unlucky but what about rape cases? What about snatch-and-run cases? What about robberies? Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yea I’m gonna leave Malaysia to wherever it is, settle down, get a job, make big bucks, come back to Malaysia (not to be Superman, Spiderman or join Fantastic 4 so that it becomes Fantastic Fai-ve… Wooppsss… to save the country from its catalytic destiny) Nope… Come back not to do any of that. Come back to bring my parents over, get them a house, help them settle down, get on with life post-Malaysia style.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;FAI&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-116065570190048789?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/116065570190048789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=116065570190048789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116065570190048789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116065570190048789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/10/dedicated-to-teng-li-zhen-and-other.html' title='Dedicated to Teng Li Zhen and other victims who suffered the same fate'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-116036673403219353</id><published>2006-10-09T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T12:05:34.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake me up when the haze is gone</title><content type='html'>The haze is killing us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you think the haze is bad, wait till you have a smoker at home and the first thing that goes through your nostrils every morning is second hand smoke. It's like waking up in the morning and realizing that your bf's dick is still stuck in your hole. I don't know how it feels like and I'll never do but one thing's for sure, I imagine it'll suck. A relaxed one should be bearable but imagine a "phallus" (hiresh, 2006) inside. Ok I'll put it nicely, it's like waking up and realizing that you've been sleeping on your own puddle of accumulated saliva all night and half your face is already wet and sticky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macibai Indons you like to burn shit right come la Malaysia. We have got lotsa excess, unwanted money that can be burnt. Money in the form of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hard earned income tax contributed by the rakyat&lt;/span&gt; that can be put to more viable usages for example, economy-stimulating and country-developing purposes, rather than building some sohai complex on foreign soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: "Now everybody can buy U.K land!!"&lt;br /&gt;W: "I did!"&lt;br /&gt;X: "I did!"&lt;br /&gt;Y &amp;amp; Z: "We did!"&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian government: "We did too!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-116036673403219353?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/116036673403219353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=116036673403219353&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116036673403219353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116036673403219353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/10/wake-me-up-when-haze-is-gone.html' title='Wake me up when the haze is gone'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-116011189310391733</id><published>2006-10-06T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T13:18:13.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My time to shine</title><content type='html'>heh it's my turn to be lame now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's inside a fire hydrant?&lt;br /&gt;H2O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what's outside a fire hydrant?&lt;br /&gt;K9P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-116011189310391733?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/116011189310391733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=116011189310391733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116011189310391733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/116011189310391733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-time-to-shine.html' title='My time to shine'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115961994556698706</id><published>2006-09-30T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T20:44:32.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The monash story</title><content type='html'>W'll it's been more than 6 months since we all met in March. Monash is filled with alot of people. So, with the help of Fai's phone, lets see wat we have in Monash U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/62L70023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/62L70023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got Jinn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/62L80027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/62L80027.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;We got FAi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/62N20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" height="226" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/62N20029.jpg" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/62N20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" height="222" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/62N20030.jpg" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the 1st things we did together lolx handing in MGW1010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/62Q60036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/62Q60036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seow hui!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/62Q60038.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/200/62Q60038.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tammy &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/641C2395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/200/641C2395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well me and fai used to hang out alot with tammy seow hui and yanna but then somehow things change and due to our timetable differences we see them bout once a week onie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/62S60015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/62S60015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/62S60016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/62S60016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there're lotsa shit in fai's phone with him being a camwhore. he loves taking pictures- characteristics of a LALa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe Elaine, Gotcha!!! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/63B72366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/63B72366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things Fai does to Jinn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/64A72452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/200/64A72452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/64A72453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/200/64A72453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor Jinn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and during AFW 1001 assignment 2, we met these 2 good girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/64CA2458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/64CA2458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; looks kind and hardworking and super keng in accounts.....looks like onie la but they are keng in accounts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/64CA2460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/64CA2460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/641C2398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/641C2398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Staple food during assignments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BILLY TEOH!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/64632427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/64632427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/200/DSC00049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00050.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/200/DSC00050.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millicent &amp; Xiangyi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00051.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00051.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kenny the BitchyNo5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/200/DSC00052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gabby TANNNNNNNN!!!!! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/200/DSC00062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello MsSam &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/200/DSC00130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wendy and Kitty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fai and Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/200/DSC00143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kimberland a.k.a Kimber a.k.a Kimmi a.k.a Superstar!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheng Wai and YO Brother!!!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/200/DSC00194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/200/DSC00200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/200/DSC00208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;- poser+camwhore&lt;br /&gt;Fai the chopstick holder&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/200/DSC00237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/200/DSC00259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ummmm.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Three Tans Unite &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/200/DSC00274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/200/DSC00275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stylin with kitty's shades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peekaboo !!!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00293.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/200/DSC00278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is this my ball? lolx unforgettable bowling experience wakakakaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUIYO! Kathryn in a skirt!!!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115961994556698706?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115961994556698706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115961994556698706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115961994556698706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115961994556698706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/09/monash-story.html' title='The monash story'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115937482523519104</id><published>2006-09-27T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T00:33:45.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Banquet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/banquet.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/banquet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have yet to catch the movie, parental advise is recommended.&lt;br /&gt;3 words to be related to the show: bloodbath, draggy and slow-paced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For jackasses like Jinn and I who have watched the show, so far we have 4 suspects in mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Name list in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;1. The Emperor - He didn't actually die because he might have drank from another cup and there was no blood flowing out of his mouth so he might have been playing dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The charlainder(I'm not sure whether I spelt it right)/"sida" (KathyTanTan, 2006) - That fella is the only fella who gets to be around The Empress all the time. So who knows? She's crying and mourning there and he's aiming at her with that blade from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The maid - She looked at Wan in a very suspicious manner when she dripped the poison into the cup. So, she's still a possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The fishes - They were the closest to the empress so they might jump out of the water like Free Willy and flung the blade at her. Then conveniently fall back into the water. So the empress wasn't actually pointing at anyone at all. She was just dumbfounded that nobody actually killed her but she was dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115937482523519104?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115937482523519104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115937482523519104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115937482523519104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115937482523519104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/09/banquet.html' title='The Banquet'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115920702008639755</id><published>2006-09-26T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T13:34:19.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post for the month of September 2006</title><content type='html'>Ok ok... I know I'm such a bitch for not posting. The Tans sincerely regret creating any confusion and inconvenience amongst you treasured '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;angkuku&lt;/span&gt;' readers. Fai Tan in particular, apologizes to you all. Itchy hands can be cured by slapping Jinn Tan's face. Anyway, let's get down to business shall we? Wait wait wait, I've got a question, why do I see people using 'anyways' instead of 'anyway'? Cos 'anyways' sounds so wrong to me and I never considered the word to be in my vocabulary albeit its popularity among the people i know. So which is it? 'Anyway' or 'anyways'? Readers of wisdom, I humbly request your appreciated aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la ok la start la... The pictures in this particular post stretch all the way back to the 6th of September 2006. Just to refresh your memories, that was when you and I decided that it's about time we started our law assignment. (don't lie, I knew you ALL started around that point of time and you were rushing like shit ait?) "Oi bitch where're the pics?" Ok la ok la coming la diu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to kick things off, Jinn Tan says hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00197.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello to you too you retarded stuck up who has got something up your as... Err, i meant mouth. Yea mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00209.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days later, bunch of us decided to go to Sushi King cos Melissa said there was this promotion going on. Oh, but the picture above does not depict Sushi King wor... It says BAR.B.Q PLAZA. Why ah? Cos somebody didn't realize that the promotion was already&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; over&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00203.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the sushis we ate. Oh I don't say? Yes, I do... Look carefully you'll realize they're actually sushis + elements of disappointment caused by the sudden disappearance of economic/affordable, on-promotion Sushi King sushis... Haha... Joking la Mel, glad that we went there la... Nice food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00206.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fai: Contented&lt;br /&gt;Jinn: You decide la, "the face is so disgusting it can cause &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;constipati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt;." (Fai,2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/mel.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/mel.5.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small kid asking for candy from pimp daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00212.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, Mil, once again please do not ignore the warning that says "we will caught you!" (GanChinChuan, 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00218.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fai Tan here seen mimicking Afro Bruce Lee Tan. Yes, I was under duress. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;remendous duress&lt;/span&gt;. "Fai's face &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cures&lt;/span&gt; constipation" (Jinn, 2006) so if you've got any problems with your ass, the master is always here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/shoes.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 girls + 1 guy + 1 apartment unit = that many pairs of shoes or whatever you call it. And that's not all. See those arrows there? They imply that there is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; pile on the opposite side of the pathway... Crazee bitches...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00236.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came 11th September (more often known as 911 prior to the incident when the word 'terrorism' was registered into people's mind). Not implying anything there. It's Kimber's birthday la for goodness' sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00235.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might have seen this picture on Kimber's blog but just to reiterate how good the food was at Pizza Uno, you see it again &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here. &lt;/span&gt;Chicken lasagna and something something carbonara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00234.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and Kenny Tan ordered hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00231.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Kimber was a happy girl and she volunteered for some free advertising work for Pizza Uno. You get decreased advertisement expense and increased goodwill, how neat is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00240.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00240.0.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzz.... sleeping cat... zzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/chelsea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/chelsea.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken prior to match between Man Utd v Arsenal and Chelsea v Liverpool. The truth speaks for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00252.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00252.1.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, the truth speaks for itself. Taken at some back alley of the streets of subang. "AIG = Arsenal Is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good&lt;/span&gt;" (Jinn, 2006) And I just got news, Man Utd &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drew 1-1&lt;/span&gt; with Reading Athletics right? Aww~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00261.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rare glimpse of the kampung girl version of Melissa Tan. Ponytails!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00263.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we ever forget our beloved &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ex&lt;/span&gt; MM shop boss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/kenny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/kenny.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KANTOI&lt;/span&gt; Kenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00267.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple = LaLa-ness = Posers = ?? and ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00269.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinn's idea of decorating your food. A corn on top of each wantan. And he says I'm stupid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00272.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00272.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Three Tans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00281.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarcian: Jinn, TGJ: Ghee, Lilo &amp; Stitch: Kat &amp;amp; Mel, Wendy's Lover: ??&lt;br /&gt;Jinn: "This had better stay &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IN&lt;/span&gt; your phone."&lt;br /&gt;Fai: "Ooopss... Terclick..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/jinn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/jinn.jpg" alt="" 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;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;Girls, graceful ain't he from the side?&lt;br /&gt;If you were wondering, he's still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;single&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;available&lt;/span&gt; and free to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mingle&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00287.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoooppssieeee........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00297.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were being bitchy and we imagined that secret recipe might just cure bitchy-ness so we took a shot. Turned out to be a bitch catalyst. Sambil makan sambil bitch about others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00303.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00303.0.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You finish everything THEN you stick out your tongue in disgust... Sigh, Tarcians... Oh don't worry Kat, I hereby declare that in this one case, Tarcian does not refer to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00314.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00314.0.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unjoo. Cute big pop-out eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00315.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la be fair to Sheena also la put your picture here also la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115920702008639755?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115920702008639755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115920702008639755&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115920702008639755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115920702008639755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/09/post-for-month-of-september-2006.html' title='Post for the month of September 2006'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115916653513287676</id><published>2006-09-25T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T20:45:44.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Monash Ball 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/IMG_0030%20(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/IMG_0030%20%28Large%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/a%20True%20Tan%20and%20I%20(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/a%20True%20Tan%20and%20I%20%28Large%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/IMG_0033%20(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/IMG_0033%20%28Large%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/37[1].%20The%20Brotherhood%20II%20(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/37%5B1%5D.%20The%20Brotherhood%20II%20%28Large%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/The%20Gang%201%20(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/The%20Gang%201%20%28Large%29.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiresh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115916653513287676?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115916653513287676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115916653513287676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115916653513287676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115916653513287676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/09/monash-ball-2006.html' title='The Monash Ball 2006'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115824242318585599</id><published>2006-09-14T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T23:46:52.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ImSoFreeNowCosIGotNoAssignmentsToDoUnlikeSomeTAnHere</title><content type='html'>well wednesday was an exciting day, fai and I were running here and there finding for MsChristina and DrVK. Thank God the prob is partly resolved....... all we can do now is wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, with the law assignment over, I, on behalf of those who're majoring in Econs &amp; Finance, would like to wish all accounting students: HAPPY DOING UR ACCOUNTING ASSIGNMENTS!!!!!muahahaha!!!! sleepless nights are sorta over for us (Econs Finance students) at least for the mean time. As for now, Jinn's got a Marketing presentation to make next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinn broke a new record, not sleeping for 46 hours......In law lecture thurs morning, not even double shots of my coffee could keep me awake. Muahahaaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fai dumped us for football and he ended up losing his ball muahahaa, BohLampa(no balls)!!!!! vely good, serves u right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to being dumped by fai, we (me, mel, Kathring, Kenny &amp;amp; Kimberly) decided to treasure the moments without him and went up to Shah Alam for bfast/Lunch/Dinner..... ITalian.....found out wat the word 'share' means to melissa, kath and kimberly, it means that we eat half the cake, u finish the other half by urself....... T.T.. so much for 'we share'. As for the photos, i'll have to catch our stand-in photographer due to fai not being around, Melissa Lim TAn a.k.a SahBooon where are youuuuuuuuuuuu?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice food.....done&lt;br /&gt;movie........done...round 2... still pending&lt;br /&gt;paintball....still pending&lt;br /&gt;Red Box......... our superstar, Kimberly, lost her voice, waiting for her to recover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, Jinn is basking himself in the world of connectivity, having an internet connection at home!!!! for those who don't know, i'm stayin up in Putra Heights sometimes when I have classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that an aweful lotsa commas(,) i've used. Blame the assignments on that.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO,,,,,,,,, once again, on behalf of us who dun have accounts, HAPPY DOING ASSIGNMENTS!!!!!!, MAY U ENJOY WORKING UR ASS OFF!!!! those of us without any assignments will be envying you, having such fun stuffs to do like the accounts assignment while we (non-assignment) just sit down and rot away!!! kekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinn for now, OUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: the statement about the accounting assignments were deliberately put up to congratulate those with the accounting assignment!!!! at any time, do you find that offending, the writer would like to say........BITE ME :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115824242318585599?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115824242318585599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115824242318585599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115824242318585599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115824242318585599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/09/imsofreenowcosigotnoassignmentstodounl.html' title='ImSoFreeNowCosIGotNoAssignmentsToDoUnlikeSomeTAnHere'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115753605379769269</id><published>2006-09-06T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T23:47:23.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality</title><content type='html'>ike Stated below are the lyrics for the song 'I write sins not tragedies' by Panic! at the disco obtained from www.lyrics.com. At least these are the original lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;"Oh, well imagine; as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor,&lt;br /&gt;and I can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words.&lt;br /&gt;"What a beautiful wedding!", "What a beautiful wedding!" says a bridesmaid to a waiter.&lt;br /&gt;"And yes, but what a shame, what a shame, the poor groom's bride is a whore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!"&lt;br /&gt;No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.&lt;br /&gt;I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!"&lt;br /&gt;No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of...oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in fact, well I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved&lt;br /&gt;Well this calls for, a toast so, pour the champagne&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Well in fact, well I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved&lt;br /&gt;Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne, pour the champagne. ("yes")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing&lt;br /&gt;the god damn door?!"&lt;br /&gt;No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.&lt;br /&gt;I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!"&lt;br /&gt;No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!" No.&lt;br /&gt;It's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.&lt;br /&gt;I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!"&lt;br /&gt;No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again..."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Ok. The lyrics are perfectly ok. But I'd like to bring to your attention the chorus of the song.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;"I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!" No.&lt;br /&gt;It's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.&lt;br /&gt;I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!"&lt;br /&gt;No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;    The first line says: "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?! No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm not sure whether it's the censorship ministry's bullshit policy or hitz.fm/fly.fm's retarded sense of humour. If you pay attention to the lyrics when this song is played on air, they censored the word 'god' so it would sound like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haven't you people ever heard of closing the ---- damn door?! No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can somebody tell me the rationale behind this? You censor the word 'god' instead of the logical choice - 'damn'. Is there a problem with the ministry's censorship guideline or is it just me? What the fuck is wrong with the word 'god'?! Not as if you'd censor all the 'Allah' words in your malay songs anyway. If you're not happy with what I said, sue me for being a racist. I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115753605379769269?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115753605379769269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115753605379769269&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115753605379769269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115753605379769269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-much-better-to-face-these-kinds-of.html' title='It&apos;s much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115718248433792643</id><published>2006-09-02T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T15:36:35.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The plight of [P] drivers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Have you ever come across those aunties/uncles who gather round a table in a coffee shop and start saying shit about them P drivers not knowing how to drive? Well let’s see whose talking shit here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be the only one around still with P stickers slapped on the front and hind windshields of my Proton Wira but mind you, P does not fucking equal to incompetence. I drove with no fucking driving license for one whole fucking year in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ipoh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. No incompetent shit happened to me. Came to KL, still without a license, I drove to college once in a while. No retarded shit happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Got my license by June 2005, not that I had problems passing the fucking test, I was just lazy to go sit for it and that’s why I still have those Percubaan stickers on my car. A little example here, when a P driver commits a mistake, they’ll say: “P drivers mah… Dono how to drive 1… Must be kopi laisen la…” Like you people know a lot about driving. However, when a so-called ‘competent’ driver commits a mistake, they’ll say: “Never mind 1… People will evade me 1 so I can afford to be fucked-up for just a little while” or “Soli ah soli ah… My mistake…” As if saying sorry would make you unfucked-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Have you hypocrites ever thought that YOU might not know how to handle a fucking car as well? Yes the shitmaster is very shit angry now. Some incompetent competent driver rammed into my car while it was parked in a LEGAL parking bay. Now I can’t fucking open my front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;So whose fucked-up now anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;For further reference on some similar shit, please refer to the link “Lambchops” on your right, July 07, 2006.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;FAI&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/29693609-115718248433792643?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115718248433792643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115718248433792643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115718248433792643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115718248433792643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/09/plight-of-p-drivers.html' title='The plight of [P] drivers'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115701407582701905</id><published>2006-08-31T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T17:07:16.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-merdeka + post-merdeka</title><content type='html'>Hah so Merdeka finally dropped by.  So what did we boys and girls of Monash do? Sad to say, nothing related to Merdeka… No ‘Keranamu &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;’ and ‘Tanggal tiga puluh satu’ but we did sing ‘It’s my life’, ‘Hotel California’ and ‘Hey Jude’. We all had our hair dyed – blonde, very lala-ish blonde because according to Jinn Tan’s mum, you patronize at Red Box and you’ll come out with blonde hair and Jinn generously added that you’ll also have techno music that goes ~dum dum dum~ surrounding you and blue neon lights in your pants. Not forgetting the spiked hair, earrings/rings, cigarette tucked on top of the ear and a good command of Mandarin/Cantonese. Anyway, the point is, we went to Red Box and Jinn is now a true Tarcian. Once a Tarcian always a Tarcian eh? But before all that Merdeka shit, let’s venture 1 week back into time. Aaron came up with the idea of paintball. And so we went.&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00111.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;from left: Joe, Choong Khin, Fai, Ghee June, Aaron, Kwee and the two little ones in the front row, Jessie and Kimber. And so that's all for paintball. You must be thinking, wtf?! Yea... Wtf?! But don't wtf me, for the lack of pictures before, during and after the game, I blame Jessie, again for not bringing her camera. A camwhore without a camera?? WTF??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the next day, I travelled back to Ipoh and after 1h 15m of driving, we came to a halting stop. Unexpected as it is, we are experiencing traffic congestion on the north-south highway and it's not Chinese New Year yet. WTF?! Ok man chill, let's be patient and be like everybody else and wait in line. After 45mins of jam, I saw this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00112.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WTF?!! But in the end I still made it back. Of course I made it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00113.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good ol' Ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm back in the big city once again. It was Tuesday and after our grueling marketing test, we adjourned to Sunway Pyramid for a movie and a meal. Guess where did we go for that meal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00134.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00134.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- pain in the as... I mean wallet -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00137.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grilled boneless chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day, Merdeka's eve, Jinn Tan decided to bring us all to dim sum for lunch in Puchong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00138.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And er... about the lack of pictures before the meal, I blame Jinn cos he made me drive. However during the meal, I blame myself cos I was too busy eating... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our finger-lickin'-good meal, we went back to uni to attend macro lecture and whoever said 2 hours of Dr. Wan would not be ear-straining, was lying. Phoof, after lecture it was finally time to visit our beloved and long talked about Red Box. [Jinn: "I'm coming home!!"]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00145.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mil (left) our superstar. Jinn shying away from the Red Box sign. You can run you can hide but sooner or later, "we will caught you!" (GanCincang, 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00150.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hah, gotcha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC00149.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture taken under duress. Forced to take a lala-shot, we call this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00155.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stop pretending to be a lala... You already are one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00161.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00152.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mil the superstar gives up and a new superstar - Kimberly steps up and takes the stage by storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After experiencing an explosive session of karaoke, we went over to Ikano power centre to join in the Merdeka eve fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00175.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00177.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we went makan. Minced chicken something something lasagna and Aussie burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00181.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then came 12am. Time for Cinderella to go home. =.=" More like fireworks time!! This is just a glimpse of the 7-9mins extravaganza. Recorded 3mins of it before my hand and neck started to tire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00187.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After fireworks, we concluded that the few exits available are so jammed up and it would be almost impossible to get out of there without going through one of those jams so what did we do? Went to Nasi Kandar Kayu - full. McDonald's, bitchy full. What to do? It's merdeka mah... So we ended up buying soya bean drinks and sitting by the roadside, chilling... until 1.30am before chowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00182.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kirsty and Choong Khin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00183.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Debbie and Ghee June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC00186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/DSC00186.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hah, guess who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115701407582701905?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115701407582701905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115701407582701905&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115701407582701905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115701407582701905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/08/pre-merdeka-post-merdeka.html' title='Pre-merdeka + post-merdeka'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115643493607339677</id><published>2006-08-24T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T13:42:33.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retards!!! no, FUKTARDS!!! yea FUKTARDS</title><content type='html'>found this in the news,&lt;br /&gt;retards can't even find a better way to do it, they even offer the dog owners money to kill their own dogs. offer me money to kill my dogs and i'll use the stick to whack them. urghhhh pisses me off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese county clubs to death 50,000 dogs&lt;br /&gt;Campaign against rabies prompts mass slaughter in southwestern China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/060801_chinadog_hmed_1p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHANGHAI, China - China slaughtered 50,000 dogs in a government-ordered crackdown after three people died of rabies, sparking unusually pointed criticism in state media Tuesday and an outcry from animal rights activists. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health experts said the brutal policy pointed to deep weaknesses in the health care infrastructure in China, where only 3 percent of dogs are vaccinated against rabies and more than 2,000 people die of the disease each year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The five-day slaughter in Mouding county in Yunnan province in southwestern China ended Sunday and spared only military guard dogs and police canine units, state media reported.&lt;br /&gt;Dogs being walked were seized from their owners and beaten to death on the spot, the Shanghai Daily newspaper reported. Led by the county police chief, killing teams entered villages at night creating noise to get dogs barking, then beat the animals to death, the reports said.&lt;br /&gt;Owners were offered 63 cents per animal to kill their own dogs before the teams were sent in, they said. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The killings were widely discussed on the Internet, with both legal scholars and animal rights activists criticizing them as crude and cold-blooded. The World Health Organization said more emphasis needed to be placed on rabies prevention. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass killings condemnedThe official newspaper Legal Daily blasted the killings as an “extraordinarily crude, cold-blooded and lazy way for the government to deal with epidemic disease.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wiping out the dogs shows these government officials didn’t do their jobs right in protecting people from rabies in the first place,” the newspaper, published by the central government’s Politics and Law Committee, said in an editorial in its online edition. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an editorial, the official Xinhua News Agency said the killings wouldn’t have been necessary if the local government had been more attentive, but called the slaughter “the only way out of a bad situation.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If they’d discovered this earlier, they could have vaccinated the dogs and ... controlled the outbreak,” the editorial said. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pet activists call for boycottThe killings prompted calls for a boycott of Chinese products from the activist group People For the Ethical Treatment of Animals. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We are urging everyone to actively boycott — not a word we use lightly — anything from China given the bludgeoning killing of thousands of dogs,” PETA President Ingrid Newkirk said.&lt;br /&gt;She said the group had canceled all orders of merchandise it sells that are made in China. Will Wright, at PETA’s European office in London, said the orders were worth about $300,000.&lt;br /&gt;“We believe other groups will join us in expressing outrage over the blatant cruelty to animals the world is witnessing,” Wright said. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mouding County officials defended the slaughter in a region where about 360 of the 200,000 residents suffered dog bites this year, with three people reportedly dying of rabies, including a 4-year-old girl. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“With the aim to keep this horrible disease from people, we decided to kill the dogs,” Li Haibo, a spokesman for the county government, was quoted as saying by Xinhua. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calls to county government offices went unanswered Tuesday. Located in mountains about 1,240 miles southwest of Shanghai, Mouding is famed for its Buddhist shrines.&lt;br /&gt;(sources: MSNBC : &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/14139027/"&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/14139027/&lt;/a&gt; ) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jinn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115643493607339677?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115643493607339677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115643493607339677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115643493607339677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115643493607339677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/08/retards-no-fuktards-yea-fuktards.html' title='Retards!!! no, FUKTARDS!!! yea FUKTARDS'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115621520951181526</id><published>2006-08-22T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T10:53:29.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity look-a-like</title><content type='html'>Well well well...look who's here...&lt;br /&gt;It's Kenny...not Kenny from South Park,neither Kenny Roger's...I'm Kenny Liew...erm...Tan...hmm...Whatever...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...I'm here to post something stupid...one question...look at the photos i've uploaded below...ok...you're right...hot chicks...that's not my point la...haha...looking at them...do you guys think someone looks like them??&lt;br /&gt;(CLUE: We all know both of them...well...most of us then...hehe...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/IMG_0203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pretty??She's an HK artiste in TVB...people who watch HK series should know her well...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/kristyful45.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not so familiar with her background...but I guess some of you should've seen her somewhere...Kristy Yang...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So...let's start guessing...hehe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115621520951181526?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115621520951181526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115621520951181526&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115621520951181526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115621520951181526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/08/celebrity-look-like.html' title='Celebrity look-a-like'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115616094593721451</id><published>2006-08-21T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T21:14:16.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randomly Jinn</title><content type='html'>Was browsing around my comp found lotsa pics!!!!! soooooooooooOOOOoo, Jinn will share them with u!!! yippie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop: Penang once again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="165" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20129.jpg" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-see how happy she was torturing ppl!!! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" height="162" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20123.jpg" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;- the melissa pose(head sideways) &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20178.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20178.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cute things in the TanMobil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fai TANNNNNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20068.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20006.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20006.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jinn was sad cos Mel chose sleep over picking us up :( poor us.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20084.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20084.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20084.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20084.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20084.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20084.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MOnkey tan again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next stop: Jinn's alarm clock&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20011.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="223" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20011.2.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this baby here can ring for an hour but I won't hear it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/200/Picture%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i found a heart-shape potato lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next: Rides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSC000731.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSC000731.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;saw this baby with fai the other day *Drools* the owner is sum tan sri who the monash guards were saluting at.... lesson to be learned, drive this baby and get salutes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is another sweet ride! Constipation problems? no worries, step into this baby and floor the pedal and you'll be cured.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/DSCN13041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSCN13041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the number plate is also 350 sobs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I found a photoshopped satria Neo made into a sedan actually looks nicer than the original one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/neochop_sedan_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/neochop_sedan_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(image thanks to paultan.org)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and lets look at Marketing!!! ok the story here is, BMW congratulated Audi in their advertisement and Audi retaliated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/funny_bmw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 358px" height="358" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/funny_bmw.jpg" width="345" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/funny_audi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/funny_audi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;now, that's Marketing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Final Stop: Jinn's Past&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/9471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/9471.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HIgh skool&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well Jinn isn't all fat lolx. I broke my scanner bulb the last time when i was trying to fix it, so i had to improvise to get these picts digital. Smart Jinn! kekeke&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thats me um b4 my accident, so i guess &lt;10&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20001.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cute leh....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have more pict of me being painfully thin lolx but still gotta dig out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so, feast on it...i'm done&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115616094593721451?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115616094593721451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115616094593721451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115616094593721451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115616094593721451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/08/randomly-jinn.html' title='randomly Jinn'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115572067071729418</id><published>2006-08-16T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T17:35:53.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSA tourney</title><content type='html'>2 whole hours of crappy marketing lecture. Even MarkeTing Ding Hooi himself didn't know what kind of shit was coming out of his mouth. I doubt any right-minded person would have listened to him talk cock attentively. It's shit anyway so why bother? At least I know I wasn't the only person doing something rather productive. I listened to some songs in my mp3 phone, Kenny Tan and Jinn Tan were playing Sudoku, Praevin and gang were happily chatting away… The list goes on. When Kenny and Jinn were done with Sudoku (which I don’t really know how to go around) and I was bored with my songs, we played a little cross-puzzle where Jinn coincidentally figured out the final answer… Cheap shot… After 2 hours of living hell, I deserted Jinn and gang and went to the café with our bitchy team captain (Richard) who insisted that we discussed some strategies before the game along with a few fellow teammates. Praevin was determined to win the very first match at all costs and Richard was talking about effective football. Kimberly was with us. Pity the girl la… Whole bunch of guys talking shit and she sat there speechless, probably not understanding what we were discussing. Anyway, let’s fast-forward to the match part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessie helped us with the group photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nothing much happened in the first half so let's fast forward that also. =.="&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then came half-time. Mysteriously the ref was at our corner. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then Fai won a free kick. He wanted to take it but Praevin said: "turst me trust me..." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok fine I trust you... Then what happened? Noob... hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then the second half was over and it was still a stalemate. Went to penalties. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/P1010384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Praevin converts with a cool head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/P1010385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Opponent team's shot stopped by Marc. Fai steps up. Ready to pounce on the opportunity to take the lead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/P1010386.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Powers a low drive to the left corner. Blasts it home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Opponent's shot yet again saved by a heroic Marc. Richard powers one into the net (well there wasn't actually a net but just pretend there is la). Match point.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/P1010388.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Opponent's shot yet again saved by an agile Marc who made damn sure that today is just not their day. We're through!! Ahead of us are a bitchy team and we'll see who's bitchier tomorrow la... We have a super-shitmaster on our team --&gt; [FAI] so no worries... hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And about the lack of pictures of Richard taking his penalty and Marc making all the saves, I blame Jessie. hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FAI&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115572067071729418?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115572067071729418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115572067071729418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115572067071729418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115572067071729418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/08/musa-tourney.html' title='MUSA tourney'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115565942668368772</id><published>2006-08-16T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T00:37:23.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ME IS HERE ME IS HERE ME IS POST ME IS POST</title><content type='html'>10 years ago I was:&lt;br /&gt;In and out of hospitals, haemorrhagic dengue in April, hit and run in September. Muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5x365 days ago I was:&lt;br /&gt;um good boy in class? Form 3 mah! PMR PMR!!! Lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52 weeks = 1 year ago I was:&lt;br /&gt;work work work work in a law firm….all clerical work *shivers*……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was:&lt;br /&gt;doin my stupid msian studies assignment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 most recent songs I listened to/recommended songs:&lt;br /&gt;Ben Folds Five – still fighting it&lt;br /&gt;Damien Rice – cold water&lt;br /&gt;Eagles – Hotel California&lt;br /&gt;Jack Johnson – all songs&lt;br /&gt;The Temptations - My Girl (I've got sunshineeeeee, on a cloudy dayyyyyy......)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 ideal runaway places:&lt;br /&gt;Room&lt;br /&gt;Room&lt;br /&gt;Room&lt;br /&gt;ROom&lt;br /&gt;Bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Items I really want:&lt;br /&gt;W810i&lt;br /&gt;Volvo S40 or a Mini Cooper or HOnda Civic&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be tall3r can ah?&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go red box (tarcians must go to red box wan)&lt;br /&gt;A starting capital for a business venture…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I really should be doing right now:&lt;br /&gt;study lo....assignments lo… study again lo….. then assignments again lo…… then still study lo…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 biggest joys in life:&lt;br /&gt;God ( we lost without him, most prob me dead without him oso-refer to question 1-)&lt;br /&gt;frens?&lt;br /&gt;Durians&lt;br /&gt;Fo00o0OOO0oD&lt;br /&gt;I dunno oso la lolx. Always happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people I tag:&lt;br /&gt;Kenny, Hiresh, Millicent, Irene and YC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Grab the book nearest to u, turn to page 18 and find line 4:&lt;br /&gt;...fields and converge on the station’s packed platforms are part of…..-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stretch your left arm out as far as you can:&lt;br /&gt;Air!!! yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What is the last thing you watched on TV?&lt;br /&gt;CsI:NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Without looking, guess what time it is?&lt;br /&gt;11.39pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?&lt;br /&gt;12.04am ~~T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?&lt;br /&gt;Air condddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When did you last step outside? What were you doing?&lt;br /&gt;evening—ate durian!!! yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Before you started this survey, what did you look at?&lt;br /&gt;Sam’s blog, farted there and “cuz I need to copy all these questions -.-“ (Sam, 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;my underwear on my head!!! Lolx t-shirt and shorts lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Did you dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;yes kua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When did you last laugh?&lt;br /&gt;um..2 hours ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What is on the walls of the room you are in?&lt;br /&gt;a big Christmas sock…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Seen anything weird lately?&lt;br /&gt;Yeap saw fai earlier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What is the last film you saw?&lt;br /&gt;Pirates of the carrb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?&lt;br /&gt;me buy mutual funds and bonds and wait me graduate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tell me something about you that I don't know&lt;br /&gt;I can move one eyes without moving the other?&lt;br /&gt;Pour water into me nose and squirt water outta me eye,&lt;br /&gt;me shy,&lt;br /&gt;I dun take jellies (pearl tea without pearl, cendol without cendol, barley without barley, etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;make it square!!! yippie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do you like to dance?&lt;br /&gt;dunno how …..sobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- George Bush:&lt;br /&gt;Chimpanzeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?&lt;br /&gt;ah girl, Rotibakar......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?&lt;br /&gt;ah boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Would you ever consider living abroad?&lt;br /&gt;I “loveee” my country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadaaa, will find time to put a real post... im also voluntarily doing this, no need for kisses from Daniel, Bing or patrick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115565942668368772?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115565942668368772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115565942668368772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115565942668368772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115565942668368772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/08/me-is-here-me-is-here-me-is-post-me-is.html' title='ME IS HERE ME IS HERE ME IS POST ME IS POST'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115557995681112049</id><published>2006-08-15T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T10:35:29.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored~~~</title><content type='html'>Holy crap Hiresh you're actually posting something. I see a post in construction here, good job there Christina! Thumbs up to you babe! Anyway, I logged-in with the sole purpose of keeping this blog alive cos nobody really fed it and paid attention to it lately... And I was thinking, why don't we, the Tans, be gay enough to treat this blog as a pet so once in a while people would stop by and come around to give it a pat on the head?? A little gayness won't kill, it'll just make you become one-of-the-Tans. And since I'm the one who came up with this superb idea, I think I shall enjoy the privilege to give this pet a name. Why don’t we call it Nike? It’s simple cos my favorite pet dog was named Nike. Has been 5 years now since he died. Poor thing. Strangled himself. Refuse to elaborate but anyway, it shall be Nike from now on. Let the guilt haunt you whenever you don’t blog cos a pet (we shall decide what animal it is later) is being kept hungry, lonely and desolated cos of your laziness and all that procrastination. *Looks at someone who said he wanted to post something about cars around 2 weeks ago* Ok, done with the pet thing. Up next, something many would call, an act of impulse or “you-really-have-nothing-to-do-meh?” act of selfishness, I present to you, the oh so classical friendster questionnaires/surveys!! Ta-da!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Grab the book nearest to u, turn to page 18 and find line 4:&lt;br /&gt;But he said to them, “Do not detain me, …(Hiresh don't start checking, it's the Bible alright)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stretch your left arm out as far as you can:&lt;br /&gt;I touched the cabinet we bought from Ikea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What is the last thing you watched on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Some HK series la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Without looking, guess what time it is?&lt;br /&gt;1.40am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?&lt;br /&gt;Hah missed by 3mins 1.43am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?&lt;br /&gt;Sound of water dripping from kitchen tap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When did you last step outside? What were you doing?&lt;br /&gt;6.45pm. Picked up my bro from school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Before you started this survey, what did you look at?&lt;br /&gt;Sam's “blog cuz I need to copy all these questions -.-” (Sam, 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. With the exception of a pair of shorts la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Did you dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;If I did, I forgot what I dreamt of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When did you last laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t remember when exactly but it was in the car, was listening to JJ and Rudy, the 2 hitz.fm sluts doing the hitz.fm community reach – motorbikes are meant for 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What is on the walls of the room you are in?&lt;br /&gt;A picture of me when I was 1 and the aircon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Seen anything weird lately?&lt;br /&gt;I see a fat guy stalking me all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What is the last film you saw?&lt;br /&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap I’ll buy all the soccer boots in the world and put them in a room and kiss them every night before I go to sleep… ok that’s a little too much… then I’ll buy myself a nice phone and a nice laptop and the rest I’ll put em’ into a bank and wait for the government to implement the budget deficit policy. Hah! Economics…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tell me something about you that I don't know&lt;br /&gt;I’m actually a Tan. Tan Zheng Fai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Governments around the world would start building football stadiums in Malaysia using the money of their beloved citizens and give it a native name AND (here’s the good part) let us Malaysians enjoy all the facilities. Economic boost ma… But they probably won’t cos they’re not as stupid as some government u find up north of Singapore…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do you like to dance?&lt;br /&gt;If you call jumping and running around the field (with a football on it) dancing, yes, very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- George Bush:&lt;br /&gt;”Sucks” (Sam, 2006) “Big time” (Tan, 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea. And you wonder why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?&lt;br /&gt;Something Fai la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Would you ever consider living abroad?&lt;br /&gt;Of cos I would… Just that I don’t know where… Singapore or Aus probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The above is adopted from Sam’s blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115557995681112049?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115557995681112049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115557995681112049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115557995681112049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115557995681112049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/08/bored.html' title='Bored~~~'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115460935741374765</id><published>2006-08-03T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T21:01:51.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Service in the post office.</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come out of retirement for this short period to please Fai and Jinn, my fellow Tans who have been running the show without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to Subang Square with Shaneil to get our electricity bill rectified. The simpleton who took the reading from our meter screwed up by overstating our electricity usage by 1000KWh ( Kilo-Watt hour for those who have you have never been exposed to terms in physics). An additional RM250 would have been forced out of our pockets if we had not expressed our displeasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Kudos to Tenaga Nasional Berhad for their exceptionally prompt service (by Malaysian standards) which really left pleasant smiles on our faces. We only had to wait for a few minutes before being attended to by a nice lady who addressed our concerns superbly by responding very positively and presenting us with the new, correct bill quickly. I was really impressed and was hoping that my satisfaction would follow me to the post office. It was our destination because Shaneil needed to send a SIM card ( which he has SUCCESSFULLY sold by the way, Jinn) to a lass in Kedah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, as my new-found satisfaction followed me to the service counter, it was impertinently stomped on by the apathetic staff who deemed good service to be the least important thing to them at that point in time. Firstly, they looked extremely reluctant to talk to me as they knew they would need to then converse in English. Never mind about that. Then, I asked them for an envelope so Shaneil could enclose the SIM card in it before sticking the 'Pos-Laju' label. Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said that they didn't have envelopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine? A POST office without envelopes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually expecting them to provide us with a complimentary envelope; heck, I would have even purchased one but they didn't have any! Envision a HUGE post office where HUNDREDS of letters and packages get distributed out almost daily and the staff claims that there is not a SINGLE envelope available. If that is not absurdity, you tell me what is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to find an envelope. Well, not a new one of course but the one which Tenaga Nasional had enclosed our outrageously high (wrong) electricity bill in. So, a round of applause to them for they saved us the effort of walking to the stationery shop to get the much yearned for envelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, more poor service plagued the rest of my time there but I shall not elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'd like to share is that many of us would be so quick to complain about all the poor service we get but sometimes we fail to recognise and appreciate the good service that we do enjoy once in a blue moon; like my experience today at TNB. Complaints always steal the show at the comments and opinions section of the Star but how often do we see commendations for sterling performances in the arena of service? It is true that perhaps, the instances of poor service offset the exemplary and decent by a fair amount but we should always be mindful of the positive input we receive and let our satisfaction emanate by praising them. By such acts, there will be spillover effects on those who have yet to buck up their attitude towards serving their customers. Effects that tend to rub off in other words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readers, always remember to praise any acts of good service for it is in giving that we receive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115460935741374765?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115460935741374765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115460935741374765&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115460935741374765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115460935741374765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/08/service-in-post-office.html' title='Service in the post office.'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115442726775919660</id><published>2006-08-01T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T22:49:53.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better late than nothing</title><content type='html'>Same old quote, better late than nothing at all. The FIFA World Cup 2006 Germany is already in the history books for about 3 weeks already. In fact it's starting to rot and stink. The stench is everywhere. Blatant dives, intentionally hurting a fellow opponent, unsporting play, flying elbows, poor refereeing, etc etc... The list goes on and so as the arguing and blaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the golden globe disputably/undisputedly (up2u to decide) went to Italy and here we have some REALLY talented nominees to contend for the golden elbow award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reverse order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;10 Helder Postiga (Portugal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/postiga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/postiga.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only used as a substitute in Portugal's games but still managed to light up Germany with an impressive range of blatant dives in the penalty box (and I wonder why). Has loads of potential to be a future golden elbow winner surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;9 Peter Crouch (England)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/crouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/crouch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/pic30191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/pic30191.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the pictures say it all... Known as the football circus to Jinn Tan and chopstick legs to my mum, this freakshow fails not to entertain. Heading the ball to no-man's-land is his specialty but most of all, when he has the ball, he prefers stumbling over his craney legs and anticipate a foul-call from the referee than to actually have a shot at goal. Funny eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Fabio Grosso (Italy)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/grosso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/grosso.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea he's the sissy who ran and cried when he scored that goal against Germany. The lanky left-back stumbled bravely into Lucas Neill's prostrate body. What's a guy to do? Win the World Cup, that's what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Thierry Henry (France)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/henry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/henry.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When struck in the chest by a pube-headed Spaniard, best to fall down and clutch your face. Chest, face, it's all the same these days. Thanks must go to Rivaldo for his sterling work in this field. Henry is a great player indeed (arguably the best striker of his time) but sometimes it's really an eyesore to see the world's best act like they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 Florent Malouda (France)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/malouda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/malouda.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;br /&gt;He was all over the place in the match against Italy and Spain. Mysteriously falling over on numerous occasions despite the faintest of touches from opponents. Now I comprehend the frustration felt by the Spaniards after the match. Bunch of professional footballers beaten by a diver. Can't blame them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Zinedine Zidane (France)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/zzred.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/zzred.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/zz1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/zz1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&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;He's the genius. He'd score spectacular goals from any position on the field. He is the essence of football. Class oozes out of him even though its just a short pass but let's face it, he got mad and he let anger take control of him. Like a friend currently in Hong Kong said, "if you can't control your anger, how can you control the ball?" (Dai Wai, 2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Luis Figo (Portugal)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/figo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/figo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q. &lt;/strong&gt;When is a headbutt not a headbutt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A. &lt;/strong&gt;When it's a headbutt by The Great Master Luis Figo, swarthy master of illusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Daniele De Rossi (Italy)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/rossi.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/rossi.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Mcbride_67618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Mcbride_67618.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used an elbow in "self-defence" against American Brian McBride's dangerously square head. FIFA applauds you Daniele - you can have a winners' medal too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 Marco Materazzi&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/materazzi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/materazzi1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/materazzi.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/materazzi.0.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scored in the World Cup final but will always be rightly remembered for his diplomatic dialogue with that French genius. "This Materazzi guy is so big, but I tell you what, I bet even Michael Owen or Jermaine Defoe could have sent him flying." (Shebby, 2006) Well, that explains it all. Aww~ you're sad because you got the runners-up spot... Poor thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Cristiano Ronaldo (Portugal)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Euro%202004%20Cristiano%20Ronaldo.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Euro%202004%20Cristiano%20Ronaldo.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/cristiano-2005-thumb.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Congratulations to Cristiano "Sissy" Ronaldo!! He plays like a sissy and he certainly cries like one and he has won the inaugural Golden Elbow award – quite a feat huh? His father who named him after the former U.S president Ronald Reagan must be very proud of him. I didn't know Mr. Reagan liked diving.... There you have it, Ronaldo with the international hand signal. No...who said it meant "Fuck"? "My students once told me, that hand signal actually represents Pepsi!" (MarkeTingDingHooi, 2006)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So there you have it, the nominees and the ultimate winner. If you think the way I arranged them is bullshit, please by all means, comment on it. That's just my opinion and we, the Tans want to know what you readers think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FAI&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115442726775919660?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115442726775919660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115442726775919660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115442726775919660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115442726775919660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/08/better-late-than-nothing.html' title='Better late than nothing'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115365915076868742</id><published>2006-07-23T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T20:02:16.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world is unfair. You're telling me as if I haven't find that out myself already.</title><content type='html'>Below are some pictures of a little boy. He's 8-years-old and he's from Iraq if not mistaken. Poor little boy had nothing to eat and he was starving. He comes from a really-not-affluent family so asking for money to buy food from his parents is an absolute no-no. So what did he do? He decided to steal some food from the local market. He got caught. "We will caught you." (Gan, 2006) As innocent as it may seem to us, who knew it was an offence so BIG to the so-called 'local authorities' that they decided to punish the little boy. Ok, what would you have done? Just bugger give the boy the food he stole and give him some money to buy some more later on correct? Ok I would have done that but I bet your decision would not vary too much from mine. But nooo... Stealing is a bloody serious and ugly act of selfishness + greediness (according to SOME religion) so what they did to the little boy? Witness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Contemplate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok let's move on to the war now. Not the war between Israel and Lebanon. The one between the U.S and Iraq. I know it's a little late but as I always say, better late than nothing no? So there had been talks about the Bush administration's brutality + cruelty + selfishness. So what about it? They say Bush ain't withdrawing the troops because of "certain" reasons and even in shows and songs we are seeing signs, obvious ones of American troops wanting the government to stop the war and invasion and they want to go home. Despite all the cruelty talks, here are some pictures demonstrating some acts of humanitary + friendliness shown by the troops in Iraq.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/image5%5B1%5D.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Personal favourite. ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/image8%5B1%5D.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/image9%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pity these pictures are not made public.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, if I do get the chance, I'd really love to do this to Jinn AND see the looks on his face. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/toilet_roll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FAI&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115365915076868742?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115365915076868742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115365915076868742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115365915076868742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115365915076868742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/07/world-is-unfair-youre-telling-me-as-if.html' title='The world is unfair. You&apos;re telling me as if I haven&apos;t find that out myself already.'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115341768610231081</id><published>2006-07-21T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T17:18:54.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is choice, choice is power, Power is responsibility</title><content type='html'>God gave us choice, the freedom to choose.&lt;br /&gt;He never pushes people to accept Him, He just sits and waits patiently.&lt;br /&gt;it is the human rational, the instincts we have that wants things to be resolved quickly,&lt;br /&gt;that applies pressure to everyone to choose, and to choose swiftly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we make decisions and take paths in a hurry,&lt;br /&gt;mistakes are always lurking nearby, just around the corner&lt;br /&gt;Little thoughts have been given to the consequences of our decisions,&lt;br /&gt;be it good, be it bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we pressured to make decisions?&lt;br /&gt;Why they have to be made yesterday? why not tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we indulge ourselves with the pleasure to sleep on it and weight our options?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much of information, so many advices&lt;br /&gt;yet so little time.&lt;br /&gt;The moment has come,&lt;br /&gt;hitting me like a train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future seems so near,&lt;br /&gt;A wrong move could spell disaster.&lt;br /&gt;Choice is power yet choice is destruction.&lt;br /&gt;The effects can't be seen, till it becomes severe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road to my future comes to a split,&lt;br /&gt;and yet, it seems that i have been walking with my eyes closed,&lt;br /&gt;till I overran the paths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the time has come, for me to take a few steps back&lt;br /&gt;To choose and Vow not to look back and regret.&lt;br /&gt;Not to wish, Not to hope, not to linger in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choice is simple, yet it is tough.&lt;br /&gt;I have to envision the end of each paths.&lt;br /&gt;will it be glory, will it be shame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pride has to be put down, for it is heavy,&lt;br /&gt;I have to come and humble myself, infront of God.&lt;br /&gt;also to seek the counsel of the old and wise,&lt;br /&gt;for them to help me, for their advise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accounting - Finance or Econs - Finance?&lt;br /&gt;it seems so simple, yet it is hard.&lt;br /&gt;both seems similiar to a fool like me,&lt;br /&gt;I need to be enlightened, i need to have wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should I gamble, in this game of choice?&lt;br /&gt;should I stand firm, and made heard my voice?&lt;br /&gt;I have myself to blame, if I get tangled in this mess,&lt;br /&gt;to get stuck, to get tied down, with the wrong choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will it bring delight? or will it cause sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;will it be a good call? or simply a mistake?&lt;br /&gt;the dilemma is great, and I am running late,&lt;br /&gt;against time, that we all know will never wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jinn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115341768610231081?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115341768610231081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115341768610231081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115341768610231081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115341768610231081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/07/life-is-choice-choice-is-power-power.html' title='Life is choice, choice is power, Power is responsibility'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115314919477417163</id><published>2006-07-17T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T23:13:14.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An open letter to Satanists: Part 6 (gg)</title><content type='html'>…That’s the only true lure of Satanism. When we get past the lies, the deceptions, the false perceptions of God, all that remains is the pleasure of evil. It’s the high a junkie feels with a needle in his arm. It’s the satisfaction a thief feels from taking what is another’s. It’s the ecstasy of the kill, the fulfillment of greed, the thrill of domination, and it always ends in pain and death, whether another’s or ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be a Satanist is not to be liberated. It is to be bonded to death. The freedom it offers is an illusion. And this is something I know every Satanist knows, because I was there. In the dark and quiet, all alone, without the buzz of alcohol or drugs, or the rhythm of music to drown out the sounds, there is an empty echo inside us. A vacancy. A feeling of loss and cold and turmoil and hunger. That emptiness gnaws and hurts worse than anything else in life; we take up knives to carve our skin just to escape it, or run into the arms of a lover to smother it, but it doesn’t go away. It grows. It is death at work, emptiness causing decay. No matter how much we feed it SIN, it will never fill up. Eventually it will consume us, and destroy us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that can fill that emptiness is God. The true God. Finding Him takes effort and courage. It requires that you hate the darkness enough to wrench the hand from the flashlight. That is something only you can do. But you CAN do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes great effort, but the result is life, true life, in all its abundance and diversity. The life that only God can produce, because He is the only source of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I speak as the one who has traveled the roads, who has seen the land far and wide. My most heartfelt prayer is that you see this signpost, and from it, find your way home. Choose God. Choose life.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean Sellers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All credits to Sean Sellers for his story. I’m just typing it out. May he finally have some peace of mind with God. For more information on Satanists-converted-Christians, google Amber Bousman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115314919477417163?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115314919477417163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115314919477417163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115314919477417163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115314919477417163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/07/open-letter-to-satanists-part-6-gg.html' title='An open letter to Satanists: Part 6 (gg)'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115306196025756094</id><published>2006-07-16T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T22:59:20.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An open letter to Satanists: Part 5</title><content type='html'>...If we CAN get past those two things though, we can find the true God. A God of power, but compassion; of justice, but love; of fierceness, but mercy. He’s the Creator of the Universe who’s greatest desire is that His creation, His children, know strength, goodness, peace, love, warmth, joy, health and growth. That we are not left alone. Not abandoned. Not misunderstood. And because there is nothing bigger than God, the greatest thing God can offer to His creation is Himself. True Heaven is the presence of God. True Hell is the absence of God. That may sound superficial but God is love, light and warmth. To be without Him is to be in bleakness, darkness, and cold. When we see that truth, when we see who God really is, then we see who Satan really is too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan is NOT the opposite of God. That’s the most fundamental error in theology. Satan is not darkness, while God is light. Darkness is simply the absence of light. Satan is less than that. Satan is the obstacle between humanity and God. Take a flashlight, shine its light on a wall, take your hand and cover the end of the flashlight. The light is God. The darkness is the absence of God. The hand is Satan. The hand does not destroy the light; it simply keeps us from seeing it. The light still shines, it’s just hidden or distorted from our view. Satan is a being that desires to block us from God and everything Godly. He’s the enemy of humanity. To be cut-off from love, light and warmth results in death. Satan is the bringer of all kinds of death – spiritually, mentally and physically. He is the deceiver, the tempter and the accuser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Bible, Satan is simply a created being with no name. He is only called by what he does. He accuses us of our sins before God. He’s called the Accuser or Adversary. In Hebrew ha Shatan – Satan. The Enemy. He whispers in our ear to do that which leads to death, then accuses us before God for what we have done wrong. He tempts us to do everything God forbids in order to destroy us. That’s the true nature of Satan. He’s not an enemy of God. H’s an enemy of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is humanity is flawed. We have within us an impulse to do evil, to do the very things we know will destroy us. Like smoking. We know intellectually that smoking leads to lung cancer, and yet it’s a billion dollar industry because we still do it. That is OUR nature. It’s a part of our free will. In order to be able to choose between life and death we have to have an impulse or desire that pulls us toward each one. Set two pies before a child, one apple, one cherry. If the child hates cherries, there’s no choice. He will pick apple every time. If he likes both though, then there’s conflict. Sometimes he will choose apple, sometimes cherry. Now what if he’s allergic to cherries but still loves them? They’ll make him sick. Which should he choose? Apple. But which will he choose? If people face hangovers again and again for the pleasure of getting drunk, a child will face vomiting for the pleasure of cherries. That’s human nature. (Human beings are irrational idiots as stated by MGW1010. Woo hoo!!) We will do that which is evil because there is a pleasure in evil that appeals to us as much as the pleasure of good does. Even though evil kills us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115306196025756094?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115306196025756094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115306196025756094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115306196025756094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115306196025756094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/07/open-letter-to-satanists-part-5.html' title='An open letter to Satanists: Part 5'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115296478823088015</id><published>2006-07-15T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T19:59:48.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An open letter to Satanists: Part 4</title><content type='html'>…We’ve all seen how a cotton candy machine can take sugar and food coloring and spin it into a big fluffy mound. We stick our tongues to it and it dissolves back into sugar. Imagine a machine that could do that with air.  It could take air and spin it into a big fluffy mound, all colored and textured. We pick up that textured air, touch it, taste it, eat it, and it seems filling, but in our stomachs it just dissolves right back into air. If that was all we ate, we’d starve to death. We could go on eating and eating, seemingly filling ourselves up, but be starving day by day until eventually we whither up and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life there are things that are the spiritual equivalent of textured air. No matter how much we consume them, they leave us spiritually starving because they’re emptiness disguised as substance. Those things lead slowly to death. Spiritually, mentally AND physically. Anything that leads to death, which is emptiness, disguised as substance, God called SIN. Those are the things He forbids. Not because He’s a tyrant as I thought He was, but because He wants us to LIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worshiping an idol is sinful because it’s NOT God. It’s an empty cup. It may feel like something to us, but it’s not. It will leave us destitute inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course religions have their own lists of “SIN”. Religions take personal prejudices and label them as sins. Things like dancing, playing card, certain kinds of music, oral sex, have all been labeled SINFUL by some Christian religions. They’re not. God never declared them so. People did. Mistaking the two, either way, and it ends up badly. Religion stifles, oppresses, and leads to death. Sin empties, poisons and leads to death. God is NOT against us. His commands are to guide us toward the things that produce life, health, happiness, joy, growth, because God loves us. That’s the TRUTH of who He is. I’ve watched closely and I believe most people who turn from God do so for one of the two basic reasons. #1 They mistake some aspect of the religion as God – like Anton Lavey did. Or #2 They are unable to overcome their need to understand what can not BE understood. I honestly don’t think it’s easy to turn from God if we see Him as He really is. Every Satanist I’ve ever encountered has fallen into one of those two categories. They either have a warped, distorted perception of God, based on what they were taught by some idiot, or they don’t believe in the goodness or even the existence of God because of the injustice in the world. The first is a problem of perception. The second is a problem of pride. Both are hard to get past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way to get past those false perceptions is to have a heart that sincerely wants TRUTH. God has to be sought after. Anyone who will settle for, and hang on to his or her empty idol of perception will never find the truth of God as GOD. Doesn’t it make SENSE however that the true Creator of the Universe is far beyond that simple, contrived IMAGE of Him? I mean, if someone told you a monkey painted the Sistine Chapel wouldn’t you look at those paintings and realize that’s a lie? The so-called “God” that Satanism describes, that so may religions describe, is very shallow, simplistic, and downright convenient to their own set of beliefs. Doesn’t it make sense that God has to be more than that? Only an honest desire to challenge those beliefs and perceptions and seek out that MORE will result in finding the TRUE God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem of pride is often even harder. When we look at the world and say, “God can’t exist because this thing right here isn’t right.” Or we say, “God isn’t just or good because this part of life is totally unfair.” What we’re actually doing is declaring ourselves equal to God. We declare that the world, and God Himself, MUST fall into the parameters of our own understanding or it simply is not so. We declare, “God can’t be good unless I can understand that goodness. It has to fit MY definitions.” That’s pride. To a wino, a “good” God is one who provides him with free booze everyday and grants him no hangovers. No matter who we are, our own ideas of good and evil, right and wrong, are skewed to our own personal tastes and perceptions. To demand those of God is megalomaniacal. Imagine a 4 year old child declaring you are BAD because you make her eat food instead of candy, and you won’t let her watch Friday the 13th. That’s the same thing we do when we judge God because we don’t understand the world. Only letting go of that PRIDE and acknowledge our tiny size compared to God’s will overcome that, and too often that’s the one thing prideful people will never do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115296478823088015?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115296478823088015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115296478823088015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115296478823088015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115296478823088015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/07/open-letter-to-satanists-part-4.html' title='An open letter to Satanists: Part 4'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115289794958625902</id><published>2006-07-15T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T01:25:49.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Lion Sleep Tonight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/wJecvbFC96Q"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/wJecvbFC96Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;hippo= jinn &lt;br /&gt;dog=fai&lt;br /&gt;muahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115289794958625902?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115289794958625902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115289794958625902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115289794958625902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115289794958625902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/07/lion-sleep-tonight-hippo-jinn-dogfai.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115287256855254688</id><published>2006-07-14T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T18:22:48.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An open letter to Satanists: Part 3</title><content type='html'>…I never saw any of that while I was a Satanist. I never fully understood Anton Lavey’s philosophy until I was in my 20’s. Anton’s error was to see religion as God. He saw the lie of religion and the unfairness of life and decided there was no God. I saw the misused authority of my parents and decided THAT was how God was. So often that’s our first grave error in our search for truth. We perceive life through the narrow experiences of our tiny portion of the world and draw our conclusions about the whole universe from that. It’s normal, but it’s also disastrous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is nearly everyone forces God to fit into his own perception. Even Christians serve a God they perceive rather than the God who truly is. They limit Him according to those special needs of their own psyche. It’s actually hard not to do that, but every time we do, it has consequences. Seeing God for who He is takes effort, and always has one inevitable result that MANY people cannot accept: Our understanding will always fall short. We will always look toward God and eventually say “why” or “I don’t understand this,” about SOMETHING. That often drives people to come up with their own conclusions, their own philosophies, religions, etc. We demand the right to know God with assurance, in every area, but the very fact that He is God precludes that it simply CANNOT be. A glass of water is not capable of holding the ocean. That limitation is hard on our egos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s so much easier to create our own gods; gods that are fully knowable. Those are the gods of atheism, occultism, religion and sometimes even Christianity. Then of course there are those prejudices that we demand of our gods. Women who take offense at a “male” god and so create for themselves a female or neuter god. Then we have all the racial gods, the black gods, white gods and cultural gods, the Spanish gods, African gods, Indian gods, etc. All of them called GOD. And yet none of them are truly Him. Some may be tiny glimpses of Him. Maybe His big toe or little finger, but nothing more. Others are not even that. They’re only delusions from our prejudices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting past all that to see the true GOD, the real creator of the universe took me years. Understanding why the Bible refers to Him as it does is a good place to start. We can’t relate to the Creator as He is. He’s too big. How can an ant relate to a person? How can a grain of sand relate to a desktop computer? The Bible calls God “Father” not because He’s male, but because of the relationship of a father to a child. God is as much female as He is male, and neither. (The Holy Spirit, the Spirit of God, appearing in the very first chapter of Genesis is female.) To get even close to defining God as He fully is we have to take every role a person plays in our society and add that to God’s title: Father, Mother, friend, king, lord, boss, brother, sister, judge, jury, lawyer, teacher, executioner, savior, etc-etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No single image can contain Him. He will fill it up and overflow it until it bursts apart. But realizing THAT very thing about Him is the first step toward seeing Him for who He really is. That one thing alone cuts through much of the prejudiced images. Unfortunately today’s society seems to have gone the other direction. Any image of God is acceptable as God. However you choose to worship God is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. It’s not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because those images are NOT God. They’re empty cups. And this is the basis of everything the Bible calls sin. My gosh this took me years to understand, wading though all the nonsense that so much of “Christianity” is today. There is a reason for all of God’s commands. ONE reason for them all. A very simple one. They are all a matter of LIFE and DEATH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115287256855254688?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115287256855254688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115287256855254688&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115287256855254688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115287256855254688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/07/open-letter-to-satanists-part-3.html' title='An open letter to Satanists: Part 3'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115286529144276919</id><published>2006-07-14T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T16:21:31.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evidence of the world IS in fact, Tan</title><content type='html'>I know this breaks the momentum of the whole Satanism thing but it's my post so I don't really care la... I hereby announce that DotA has been Tan-ned!! woo hoo!! Players of the new DotA 6.34 map can justify my claim. When the map is loading and u see Drow ranger and Sven standing there on your left, take a look at the bottom right corner, the map is presented to you by Kenneth _ _ _?? Go figure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115286529144276919?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115286529144276919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115286529144276919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115286529144276919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115286529144276919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/07/evidence-of-world-is-in-fact-tan.html' title='Evidence of the world IS in fact, Tan'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115286420087129073</id><published>2006-07-14T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T16:03:20.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An open letter to Satanists: Part 2</title><content type='html'>… So Satan became a liberator. Satan was a being who had rebelled against God’s tyranny, and been cast out of Heaven for it. But he must have had something going because a third of the angels had sided with him against God. They saw the truth. There was a better way to live. A more natural way. The way the animals did. With no arbitrary rules. No “sin”. Just freedom. That’s what made me a Satanist. I knew I was evil, but my concept of evil was freedom. It was just a word. What people called “evil” felt good. It satisfied me. If I had no money and saw something at the mall I wanted, stealing it satisfied my desire for it. I never set out to hurt anyone. I never embraced Satanism as an excuse, a permission slip, to prey upon others. I embraced it because it made me feel free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me years to fully understand the flaw of that philosophy. It took me even longer to fully understand who and what Satan really is. He went through several incarnations before I saw it clearly too. I guess the most startling realization I had was when I really studied what the Bible said about Satan, Lucifer, and his fall from Heaven and discovered what the church teaches is NOT necessarily so. I wrote an entire study on it breaking it down, (The Doctrine of Lucifer) but the short of it is the whole myth of Satan as an archangel called Lucifer, who led a rebellion against God with a third of the angels, and became known as Satan, is just that. A myth. It’s a fourth century church doctrine that came from an Ugaritic myth about the Northstar trying to take the place of the sun in the sky. A thousand years, and a man named John Milton, a poet, made the story popular it became a deeply ingrained part of the Christian dogma. The truth is however; Satan was never called “Lucifer” and never led the choir in Heaven. The Satan of the Bible is very different from the Satan of church dogma. The fact is, it’s almost impossible to understand Satan until we understand God. Our image of the One is always greatly determined by our image of the other. In prison I found out who God really was, who He is, and that too took some time. I had seen God as an arbitrary rule maker. He made His rules the same way my parents did. The reason was, “because I said so!” But that was a false image of God. The way Anton Lavey saw God was also affected his view of Satan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any disciple of the First Church of Satan knows Anton’s biography. He was a police crime photographer and saw all the violent and evil deeds done by humanity. He saw the unfairness of life, and decided God wasn’t real. That was a big surprise to me when I realized it. Anton Lavey was actually an atheist. Anton did NOT believe in a Creator God. To him, God was a figment of the imagination and psyche, and the myth of God was perpetuated by the Church. To Anton, the Church was Catholicism. The Roman Catholic Church was a world of power for a thousand years, and its religion, the evil and emptiness of it, he saw it for what it really was, and he concluded that GOD was just an ingeniour myth, a part of a scheme to control people. Any natural desire a person had was labeled as “sinful”. Because it was a natural desire no one would be able to control it, so they would always be in “sin”, and the only way to be forgiven for that “sin” was to go to the Church and do what the priest told you. With the consequences of eternal damnation or the reward of eternal life, even kings would bow to the Church. It was all just a scheme. There was no “God”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Anton Lavey turned to the opposite ideal. He made what the Church called Satan, the liberator of that scheme. But to Anton, Satan was NOT a real being. If there was no real God then there was no real Stan. To him, “Satan” was the force that causes “sinful” desires. The so-called dark part of our psyche. Satan was represented in every culture by the darkness. Anton called this force a hundred different names, Abaddon, Belial, Baalzebub, from the Bible, the names of gods Israel was not supposed to worship. Lillith, Dracula, the names of vampires from ancient folklore and fiction. Satan was always represented by all these things because Satan was a base part of humanity itself (there you go Bing). WE were Satan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satanism to Anton Lavey was the celebration of that part of ourselves. His rituals were parodies of Catholic rituals. His philosophy was to embrace that “darkness” within ourselves since it led to pleasure and pleasure was the real aim of life – after life there was nothing. No heaven, no hell, just the grave. We cease to exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115286420087129073?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115286420087129073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115286420087129073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115286420087129073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115286420087129073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/07/open-letter-to-satanists-part-2.html' title='An open letter to Satanists: Part 2'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115281054924104676</id><published>2006-07-14T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T23:14:07.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An open letter to Satanists: Part 1</title><content type='html'>Ok guys as you all can tell, I’ve always been fascinated by controversial shit. I wouldn’t say this is controversial but… depends on how you look at it la… Before I proceed any further, I must tell you guys (especially Christians) that I’m going to separate this story into a few posts and this story is NOT of an anti-Christian nature (although at first it may sound a bit like it).This is a story about a man named Sean Sellers. He is, well, a Satanist. He was imprisoned for murdering his own parents and he was eventually executed on the 4th of February 1999. The good news here is that he actually converted into a Christian before he was executed and this is his story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was 15 years old when I became a Satanist. Today I’m 29. 15 was a lifetime ago. My concept of Satan and God back then was so different from what it is now. At 15 we really do think we know so much, but lock a man in a box for a few years alone, let him get to know himself, let him grow and look again at the world, and what he sees is a world very, very different from the one he perceived at 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I had the Satanic Bible practically memorized when I was 16. I’d read that book easily a hundred times. But I didn’t understand why Anton Lavey (more commonly known as the founder of modern Satanism – for more info, Wikipedia him) wrote some of the things he did. I didn’t comprehend Anton’s ideology, his image of Satan or the devil. That also took years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then I saw Satan as a friend to humanity. But that was based on my concept of God, so I guess there is where I need to start. I knew God was the Creator, but the image I had of Him was like some adult. Some authority figure supreme. What did adults do? They made me obey and serve them. They made me clean the house, mow the lawn, fix their drinks, and it was always when they said so, no matter what I was doing at the moment. I’d be watching TV in my room and my dad would holler at me. I’d come to the living room and he’d be sitting in his recliner with his feet up, an empty cup in his hand. “Fix me another drink,” he’d say, handing me the glass. He worked all day, so when he got home I served him. I was just a kid after all. What did it matter if I had been at school all day and had football practice and done homework? What did it matter if I was missing some stupid movie? Of course when I obeyed I was praised. When I did my chores I was given money. That was authority to me. That was God to me. God had His rules. And boy there were lots of them! He demanded you to do things His way, how He wanted, when He wanted, never mind what you wanted. If you obeyed, He’d reward you. Heaven. If you disobeyed, He’d punish you. Hell. There was no freedom there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I saw God like that, Satan grew to become a liberator from that arbitrary authority. Evil represented freedom. If I did what I wanted, that was evil. Well…evil felt good. Everything God required was stifling, oppressing and full of rules. If I got mad and wanted to cuss back what was so wrong about that? If someone hit me what was so wrong about hitting him back? If I wanted to have sex what was wrong about it? What was wrong was that God said it was wrong. That was it. That was the only thing that made it wrong. Well… to hell with God then! Who cared about His stupid rules? Satanism said not only were God’s rules arbitrary, they were designed to keep us frustrated and controlled. It was natural to want sex, and to get angry, and to defend ourselves, and natural meant right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115281054924104676?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115281054924104676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115281054924104676&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115281054924104676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115281054924104676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/07/open-letter-to-satanists-part-1.html' title='An open letter to Satanists: Part 1'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115251794382643626</id><published>2006-07-10T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T18:47:04.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why reading the papers can be a bad thing.</title><content type='html'>Hey all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I forgot to announce my unplanned hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I started reading the newspapers again this morning; the Straits Times of Singapore to be precise. It gradually dawned on me why I dislike reading the newspapers sometimes. Besides the copious blocks of words which already serve as a disincentive to pick it up, the kind of news published also leaves a very stingy impact on me. News about death and strife plagues parts of the Straits Times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are just a few of the headlines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'137 killed as plane bursts into flames in Russia'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Survivor: "It was awful. I saw people burning, they were burning."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'41 Sunnis killed in Shi'ite rampage'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Home Alone'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Many children in rural China left to fend for themselves while parents look for work in the cities&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an immensely bitter pill to swallow as I read those articles. Knowledge of suffering and pain in this world of ours has a very adverse effect on me. Firstly, it makes me remember that such things exist. Secondly, salt is rubbed into the wounds when I realise that my plights are so minute when compared to what others HAVE to endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take many things for granted. The fact that we coexist harmoniously in Malaysia is not something we enjoy by chance but by the hard work of politicians of the past and present plus our forefathers who embodied the 'bertolak-ansur' spirit. Some of you may argue that though we live harmoniously, traces of racism still exist albeit in a tacit form and that some racial groups still keep to themselves. This is undeniably true but have you considered the situation in Baghdad, Iraq? There is INTRA-religious conflict there for goodness sake! The Sunnis and Shi'ites have been fighting for decades and there is no sign that the heat between these groups is letting up. Thus, what he have in Malaysia is something that we should appreciate and not complain about. We should even strive to make the situation better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children in rural China are beginning to feel more 'unloved' as their parents head to the cities to earn their livings. Yes, jobs in the city pay better but it seems that what these children really want is their parents to be with them; to be a part of their lives. One child summed it up by saying, "But I don't care about a better life. I just want them to be at home by my side."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't seem like what many of us would say, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I began to question why these things happen to them and conversely, why didn't they happen to me. What have I done to deserve so much more than them? How did I get to be the lucky one? Why did God choose it to be this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the answers to these questions but what I do know is we should be appreciative and thankful for what we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why pick up the paper? Isn't ignorance bliss? Why bother to know all these things when you know it's going to hurt you? Maybe that's why we were chosen; we have the capacity to make a difference as our stable environments permit us to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friends, as much as it hurts, pick the papers up and find out what's happening. As Shaneil put it, " Stop assuming and start realising". Believe you can make a difference; pray for those who are suffering. Have faith. We were chosen so that we could help them. Don't think of doing the big things when the little things are right under your nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes. Or rather, let your eyes be opened to the truth. Stop assuming and start realising.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115251794382643626?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115251794382643626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115251794382643626&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115251794382643626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115251794382643626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-reading-papers-can-be-bad-thing.html' title='Why reading the papers can be a bad thing.'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115220712146108785</id><published>2006-07-07T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T01:32:01.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late registration</title><content type='html'>Hey all... It's been a very long while since I, the mightyly glorious FAI, posted any shit. (No idea why I said that) And yes, I almost forgot that I have been entrusted with the job of posting some nice pictures on this blog. Actually, my mind was bent on posting some controversial shit so be grateful that I suddenly don't feel like it. (Save it for the next post la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok here are some pictures from our little Penang trip that Jinn missed out. I know it's a little late but, better late than nothing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/Picture%20060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Taken on some Penang beach) That's for fucking losing to Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20003.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20003.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;At the sight of this "comforting" notice, we instinctively checked the tyres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Turned out to be HUA QING - made in China.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's "Kenny, Sylvester and Cartmund"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20043.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20043.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20043.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See who's offering a job. -----------------------&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pictures below depict Fai Tan and his fellow ex-Taylor's-mate on a one day trip to Genting Highlands.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/pa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She, I mean he's so lucky...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/paaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh crap Patrick........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/Picture%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Go figure out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok then from here onwards are some stupid pics I found on the net.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/sistine_pants.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/fo_fuks_sake.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;For fuck's sake....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/DSCN0154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This ain't no funny pic, she's the miss Sri Lanka. lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115220712146108785?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115220712146108785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115220712146108785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115220712146108785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115220712146108785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/07/late-registration.html' title='Late registration'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115209939694672009</id><published>2006-07-05T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T19:36:36.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jinn the fireman / superhero</title><content type='html'>the gas valve(the thing tat's connected to the gas tank) caught fire while my mom was cookin. kekeke. the stupid aerosol fire extinguisher wasn't working. and jinn saved the day by using the big fire extinguisher. although i couldn't save dinner. but it was still good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still stuck at home without a car, getting it back tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;allocate+ sux big time. i ended up having only one lecture on thus from 8-10am and one tute on fri at 3-4 pm. sighs i takes me longer to get ready for class than to actually attend it. probably will crash the other tutes hehe. so watch out for jinn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jinn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115209939694672009?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115209939694672009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115209939694672009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115209939694672009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115209939694672009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/07/jinn-fireman-superhero.html' title='Jinn the fireman / superhero'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115190721300070491</id><published>2006-07-03T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T14:13:33.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time moves so slowly</title><content type='html'>today is another one of those days that will get wasted. Planned to go to pyramid to watch The Benchwarmers only to find out that I dun have my car.. sobs cry cry. dad took it because his car is being serviced. no car no life sobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still missing penang......  :( dammit. have this urge to go on hols and after being trained by the experts in penang, i'm actually hooked on to shopping or at least, walking around aimlessly in the mall. Was doing that with Fai in penang while the 2 girls went crazy in MNG (was it MNG? lolx).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haihz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when u are enjoying urselves out there today, remember, jinn has no car :( and is all sad at home. poor poor me. hehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jinn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115190721300070491?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115190721300070491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115190721300070491&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115190721300070491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115190721300070491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/07/time-moves-so-slowly.html' title='time moves so slowly'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115181865995796575</id><published>2006-07-02T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T13:46:18.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One joke</title><content type='html'>Hey there readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one joke for you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Should we take our relationship to the next level?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so horny boy: I'll contemplate on that darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Should we take our relationship to the next level?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horny boy: I'll condomplate on that darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rgds,&lt;br /&gt;Hiresh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115181865995796575?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115181865995796575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115181865995796575&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115181865995796575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115181865995796575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-joke.html' title='One joke'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115174052224510836</id><published>2006-07-01T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T15:55:22.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humour from S'pore</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. Just to let you all know I'm back in Singapore, the tiny piece of land in which was formed when the country of Malaysia released air from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some jokes to stimulate your thinking process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which rapper can you eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eminem (MnM).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which parts of your body do not belong to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achilles tendon and Adam's apple (Chan &amp; Devaser, 2006).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which Pokemon is related to the pastry family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiggly-Puff ( first cousins with curry-puff), (Chan, 2006).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did Tigger go to the bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find Pooh. (Chan, 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Hiresh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115174052224510836?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115174052224510836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115174052224510836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115174052224510836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115174052224510836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/07/humour-from-spore.html' title='Humour from S&apos;pore'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115160727814277315</id><published>2006-06-30T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T03:28:19.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penang has been TAN-ed</title><content type='html'>Woot came back from a 3D2N trip from penang. Melissa's fren, Esther is now Esther Tan :D. alot of fun things happened. fai's name is now also a verb, being part of lalafai (as in magnify, amplify, etc.). it means as an action done when one is spreading lala-ism to those around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" height="183" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20001.jpg" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ooOOoooo penang penang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad hiresh didn't come....fai tan missed him so much till he started blabbing out lame jokes non stop in the car today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penang wass sooooooo fun!! ate so much till fai and me ended up "leaving our marks" (crapping) 3 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="165" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20179.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Melissa Lim Tan drove us around in the TAnMobile (it's a black wira with TanCube scribbled all around it).&lt;br /&gt;The car is super filled with stuffed toys &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" height="192" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20119.jpg" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="217" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20178.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="133" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20118.jpg" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%201222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="193" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%201222.jpg" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and our main star-&gt; SYLVESTER TAN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa was super steady(ganas) while driving, so un-ladylike hehehe. claims it's in the penang blood. salute her driving (i'm serious, she's a rather good driver). Not so much for the lady-driver stereotype anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fai ate so much he started levitating &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="159" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20105.jpg" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20103.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="214" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20103.0.jpg" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my camera decided to censor fai's jewels. kekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%201064.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px" height="359" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/Picture%201064.jpg" width="445" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see those peeping toms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" height="146" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20113.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;-original lala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fai was missing hiresh so much that he started to look different. Went to the beach and found some kinda glowing blue sand. 1st time seeing things like this. Probably the sand could sense the strong presence of the "Original Lala" that its started to glow. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20149.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 509px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 366px" height="316" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/400/Picture%20149.jpg" width="512" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melissa saw superman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tadaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px" height="136" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20166.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello Kitty!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Tan family!!!! hiresh's missing :( &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20130.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" height="149" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20130.0.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poke the jinn&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20047.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="224" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20047.0.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had some dessert at "ICE ICE BABY" ahaha..... fai tan trying to suck his mango lou yeh from a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melissa getting stoned by her mango dessert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="208" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20138.jpg" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was it that good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="185" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20139.jpg" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel took us to the botanic garden b4 leaving. and guess who we saw.............. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="220" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20186.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MONKEY TAN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the real flowers in the garden&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%200771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" height="318" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%200771.jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" height="221" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20087.jpg" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bye bye penang!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i've spent about 2 hours posting this beautiful piece of compilation for u guys. feel the love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115160727814277315?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115160727814277315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115160727814277315&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115160727814277315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115160727814277315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/06/penang-has-been-tan-ed.html' title='Penang has been TAN-ed'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115160226164822826</id><published>2006-06-30T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T00:35:29.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear government</title><content type='html'>Ok folks, Jinn Tan said he wanted some elements of controversy in our blog so I suppose racist Fai Tan is the perfect candidate for the job la. I posted this a few weeks ago but I took it off cos it was an eyesore to 'somebody'. Ok like everyone else in the Tan family, I've come up with a quote of my own: "Call me a racist, I don't care." (Tan, 2006) It's like this, like Jinn Tan always says, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. So it's up to you to decide whether I'm a racist or not la... Personally, I think I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this couldn't come anytime better. I'm not sure about english papers but today's Sin Chew says it all. The government once again the culprit, made headlines.&lt;br /&gt;Selangor education department: Next month onwards, classes in Chinese primary schools will be shortened.National education department: Latest by July, everything will be solved.&lt;br /&gt;Ok this is the way Sin Chew put it: "Shortage of teachers in Selangor worsens, primary schools forced to shorten classes?" Not long ago, Pahang state had similar problems and now it's Selangor's turn. They claim that classes will be shortened from July onwards because the schools cannot afford to pay highly demanding teachers in the long term and this move is to ensure that this extra burden can be taken off the parents' shoulders. That is what the Selangor side said.&lt;br /&gt;Whereas the deputy education minister Datuk Wong said, 571 freshly trained teachers will be evenly distributed among schools that suffer from this shortage of teachers by the 15th of June. Latest by 1st of July.&lt;br /&gt;You might be thinking, WTF??!? On one hand you say that schools in your state have to cut short their classes and on the other hand, your superior says that everything shall be restored to its rightful state by July. Both statements are made at the same time. A principal who did not want to be named revealed that, the Selangor education department did this and it looks like as if they are doing it to help principals minimise costs but in fact, they are 'giving them a direct order' to do so. They are leaving them with no other alternatives but to comply. You might ask, what about subsidisation by the government?&lt;br /&gt;Ok if you have not read my previous post, please do before proceeding. If you have, here goes. Now you think for yourself, what is the government trying to do? Stated above is all the facts. I'll leave the interpretation part to you.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Ok apart from all that shit, good news for the Tans. The surname "Tan" is officially the surname borne by the most number of Chinese. Hiresh Tan you're a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115160226164822826?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115160226164822826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115160226164822826&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115160226164822826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115160226164822826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/06/dear-government.html' title='Dear government'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115137177999896908</id><published>2006-06-27T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T21:22:26.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being the sole blogger</title><content type='html'>I'll be the sole blogger over these few days as the other Tans have packed their bags and gone to Penang in search of new ways to realise and appreciate that we all are Tans. Hopefully, they'll also come back with a handful of new and exciting jokes which bring honour to our blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the wee hours of the morning before dawn broke, I caught the last half an hour of the Ukraine-Switzerland clash in the comfort of my navy blue  sofa which hasn't been aired out in a while. The match ended in a deadlock . Thus, extra time went underway and that portion of the fairly paceful match also ended with no smiles from either of the countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The penalty shootout then commenced; that part caught my eye. I was very depressed to see that the Swiss team was deeply overwhelmed by the pressure which encircled them, this pressure being manifested in the form of loud cheering and jeering of the crowd plus the very apparent confidence of the Ukrainian team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Swiss lost 3-0 on penalties and I reckon it was not because the Ukrainian keeper was fantastic but rather, it was the fact that they let the pressure get to them. It was scribbled prominently on their weary faces which were plagued by frightful eyes and beads of sweat ( probably cold). The first guy from the Swiss the team whacked the ball tamely down the centre hoping the keeper would dive either way. However, the shot was too tame that one could deem that the keeper had domesticated that penalty taker to render him a nice, slow shot. The second Swiss guy footed the ball really well only to hit the cross-bar which rocketed into the sky but I think his face was longer than the distance traveled by the ball when it was deflected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may say his shot could merely have been a bad bout of luck but I think he lacked the confidence when he took the hard shot; I'm certain it would have gone in if his mind had been stronger. Lastly, the third Swiss guy plummeted the ball to the right but the Ukrainian keeper was the wiser of the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, how the winner was determined in this anticipation-filled match boiled down to which nation could take the pressure in their stride. It was no longer a contest of skills and strength but of character and in this way, the Ukrainian team prevailed and the Swiss team faltered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ladies and gentleman, don't ever compromise the opportunities of builiding your character in all your endeavors and pursuits. Be it in your studies, your games and relationships - always seek to grow in character so that you will always be strong in times of hardship and compromise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear people, the much-awaited moment has finally arrived. * Drum roll ( Not Bing's sarcastic one)*. It is time to immerse our minds with some jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many heads do people have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five. They have 1 head and a 4-head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I overheard my right hand talking to my four fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It said,"Where did my thumb go?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fingers replied, " He drove to Alabama".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hand replied enthusiastically, " Wow! I've never seen a thumbdrive".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you cool a stadium ,in which a soccer match is taking place, when it gets too hot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple; you let in more fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Hiresh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115137177999896908?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115137177999896908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115137177999896908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115137177999896908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115137177999896908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/06/being-sole-blogger.html' title='Being the sole blogger'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115135167000911539</id><published>2006-06-27T03:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T03:55:07.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BYe bye KL</title><content type='html'>off to penang in about 4hours............ regret packing so late, no bag somemore haihz neways will get fai tan to put up some pics!!! too bad hiresh values his drving+ the light of his world over us, the tans.... how could he.. hiresh's a bad tan :p kekeke. have fun "driving" hiresh tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun be naughty with the light of ur world ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jinn tan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115135167000911539?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115135167000911539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115135167000911539&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115135167000911539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115135167000911539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/06/bye-bye-kl.html' title='BYe bye KL'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115125564650753840</id><published>2006-06-26T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T01:14:06.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ENgland SUXXor</title><content type='html'>they suck big time. robinson's in crouch's circus (football circus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got damm lucky with that goal. wont happen in the quarters though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinn doesn't know how to buy bus tickets. might end up buying some 'bas kilang' tickets for kitty and fai. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115114603572600027</id><published>2006-06-24T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T18:47:16.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The -----"Tan Cube" (model: WRC2.8) 1 room---- washroom trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ahaha we got a washroom trailer named after us. kekeke also found Tancube Solutions Pvt Ltd, a solutions company based in india. www.tancube.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115114603572600027?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115112968428304439</id><published>2006-06-24T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T14:14:44.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving lessons</title><content type='html'>Hello all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first driving lesson yesterday; it was really good. I drove to Bangsar, Jalan Gasing ( up the hill there) and Seksyen 17 I believe over a period of three solid hours.  My instructor is really a cool guy who wears his shades practically all the time.  His name is Mustapa and if you do a direct Malay to English translation and vice-versa, you'd get Mestiwhat. Get it? If you don't, drop me a comment.  Mustapa is also Shaneil's instructor. Chrissy and I went to sit at the 'Pondok Penguji' to see how Shaneil performed at the hill start. Haha, the poor guy stalled twice because of our 'intimidating' presence but he's a really proficient driver considering he last held the steering wheel in 2004.  So, good on ya mate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the primary purpose of me staying in Malaysia  this week is to get as many hours of driving completed. It seems like I'll be able to get 8 done before I return to my homeland, the land of the Tans. Will be spending about 2 weeks there meeting with my buddies who are currently 'owned' by the Singapore army plus those who are waiting to commence their degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just come to my knowledge that Jinn, Fai, Princess and Kitty are heading up to Penang for a holiday this Tuesday. Haha, they invited me to join them all but it's a  'no-can-do' situation for me due to driving. You all have a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Time for lame jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which part of your body is Spanish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your El - Bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not really a joke but could this be what the Ghana coach could possibly say prior to their match with Brazil? Take a whiff of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: How does your team feel about having to face Brazil in this clash of the underdog and World Cup favourite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghana coach: I'm pretty confident we're Ghana beat 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Jinn, I'm sorry to say that your Ghana dream will be over in a matter of days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115112968428304439?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115112968428304439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115112968428304439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115112968428304439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115112968428304439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/06/driving-lessons.html' title='Driving lessons'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115101125975283442</id><published>2006-06-23T05:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T05:20:59.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>socceroos!!!!</title><content type='html'>almost lost my balls watching Aus Vs Croatia. wat a match. Aussie's in to the last 16!!!! maybe monash will give us extra marks for our exam? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115101125975283442?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115101125975283442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115101125975283442&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115101125975283442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115101125975283442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/06/socceroos.html' title='socceroos!!!!'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115099527045367144</id><published>2006-06-23T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T00:58:31.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Inaugural Tans meeting</title><content type='html'>had our very first meeting where all of us were present!!! yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;topic of the day was about perfectly inelastic demand and the main discussion were regarding the 'Extinct Animal (EA) guy' and also the radar guy. kekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kitty tan survived 45 mins of football without falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fai's new hairdo is cool. so long to the original lala title. bravo!! fai introduced us to his fren, tan tan wai ling* *dunno how to spell*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hiresh was dead tired after *ahem* with the light of his world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jinn is still fat and round and running around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JInn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115099527045367144?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115099527045367144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115099527045367144&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115099527045367144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115099527045367144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/06/inaugural-tans-meeting.html' title='The Inaugural Tans meeting'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115089779272245320</id><published>2006-06-21T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T21:49:57.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Awana Kijal</title><content type='html'>Hey all. It's good to be back in Sunway where the buses are more punctual than the ones near Awana Kijal resort. I had to wait for 45 minutes extra for my bus to arrive. I just came back this evening; a long dreary 7 hour jouney on a bus where the leg space irritated the crap out of me. Not to mention I had to take the Starline and KTM from Titiwangsa and Bank Negara respectively. Wow, let me tell you: when I reached KL Sentral station, &lt;em&gt;swarms&lt;/em&gt; of people rushed in like the train had free Nasi Lemak to offer. I tried to stand firm but the pressure of the flocks of bodies was just too overwhelming; I could literally feel the effect of being &lt;em&gt;sardined&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got back at around 7 pm and Christina came by at 7 30! It was really great to see her; really made  the numerous cumbersome activities of the day all worthwhile. Thanks dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, Christina and I were talking about what a pastor at the church she attends had mentioned during his sermon. A point that he made during that sermon was really very intriguing. He said that the brain is basically divided into two parts: the right and left. He continued by profoundly exclaiming that," In the left part, there is nothing right and in the right, there is nothing left" (Tan, 2006). Haha. Technically, our brains are of no use in that sense. I referenced with the name ' Tan ' because I am uncertain of his surname but since our fundamental belief is that everyone is a 'Tan', my actions are justified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, here are some lame jokes to satisfy your hunger for special humour. I have had this recent fetish for car jokes so I shall persist in making them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which car is able to relax the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perodua &lt;em&gt;Kancil&lt;/em&gt; ( can chill)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which car chooses not to be horned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honda ( dah horn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which handphone brand does the Kia absolutely detest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No-kia ( because they are anti-Kia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are all my jokes for now. Till we meet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115089779272245320?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115089779272245320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115089779272245320&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115089779272245320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115089779272245320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/06/back-from-awana-kijal.html' title='Back from Awana Kijal'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115065844867823401</id><published>2006-06-19T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T03:34:44.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pain</title><content type='html'>pain, it doesn't hurt when you cut yourself,&lt;br /&gt;or when you fall down,&lt;br /&gt;but it truly hurts when something is loss, and forever gone,&lt;br /&gt;irreplaceable is the value and the emotions that dwells with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain, nothing hurts more than the bitterness within,&lt;br /&gt;the disappointment in people,&lt;br /&gt;it burns the soul when the ones u trust go back on their words,&lt;br /&gt;promises forgotten, things get broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joy, all is shattered all is crushed,&lt;br /&gt;in a nick of time, before you know it,&lt;br /&gt;before you realise, it flees from you,&lt;br /&gt;driven away by the bitterness within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone is the hope, gone is the smile,&lt;br /&gt;the values you hold, they seem so far,&lt;br /&gt;like a dream, that can only be seen,&lt;br /&gt;beyond reach, beyond grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone is the trust you have,&lt;br /&gt;expectations driven away,&lt;br /&gt;my emotions are stirred, for the very last time,&lt;br /&gt;it is finished, without hope, there is no pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is finally the end,&lt;br /&gt;God please help me,&lt;br /&gt;to heal this pain, to have trust,&lt;br /&gt;to have hope, to have expectations again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Jinn is not depressed, nor is he dying.&lt;br /&gt;just feels so pissed that, he can't feel anger anymore.&lt;br /&gt;what that means, I've got no idea :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115065844867823401?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115065844867823401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115065844867823401&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115065844867823401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115065844867823401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/06/pain.html' title='pain'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115055594401193418</id><published>2006-06-17T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T22:52:24.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for the delay</title><content type='html'>Sorry to post only after such a long period. I'll make it snappy. Here are the 3 lame jokes I owe readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which car brand is the newest in Malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subaru. ( So- baru)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of tree can u give a High-5 to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;em&gt;palm &lt;/em&gt;tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Accounting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It refers to the process of counting how many 'A' s you have achieved. (Devaser, S.R.P.J, 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693609-115055594401193418?l=tancube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/feeds/115055594401193418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693609&amp;postID=115055594401193418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115055594401193418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693609/posts/default/115055594401193418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancube.blogspot.com/2006/06/sorry-for-delay.html' title='Sorry for the delay'/><author><name>Jinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662855557273138303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693609.post-115048367428130351</id><published>2006-06-17T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T00:34:37.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiara Faber, Taman Desa, 8:10P.M - 10.39P.M</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/1600/Picture%20030.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20030.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok first thing's first, compliments to William, the guy who made it all possible.&lt;br /&gt;Guys, as promised, edited, filtered and most importantly, narrations included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have got no idea what is going on here, William invited us all over to his place for a BBQ party. I think they were celebrating the fact that Hiresh Tan has got to sit for the Malaysian studies paper tomorrow. Actually William didn't really invite me over but Hiresh did so since I had nothing on mind for the night, go oni la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Our master chefs of the day"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; "The picks-of-the-day."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"And there's the arrival of the couple-of-the-day."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Hiresh Tan, you look hostile... What did Pat do to your Christina Tan?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt; "Hiresh Tan trying to look ugly... Actually you don't need to try... You already are." &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"See YC, told you not to touch those charcoal"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Beng wanted to pee... He needed the plastic bag AND the drain. Imagine."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Beng, there's a dent on your forehead."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Manwhore getting paid. Which is the manwhore which is the customer, use common sense."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Only two Tans... Ok Christina is a Tan also but i wonder where is the OTHER Tan?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4198/3170/320/Picture%20053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Pat rubbing his ass against Hiresh (manwhoring)... Oh crap I think Beng is lining up a bid for Pat's services."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 
