<?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-6319411545415393173</id><updated>2011-08-08T22:17:19.717+08:00</updated><category term='romance'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='random'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='economy'/><category term='party'/><category term='world'/><category term='Engineering'/><category term='alone'/><category term='winter'/><category term='motor'/><category term='accident'/><category term='Clubs'/><category term='fight'/><category term='Cardiff'/><category term='trip'/><category term='valentine&apos;s day'/><category term='life'/><category term='french'/><category term='disability'/><category term='porn'/><category term='Games'/><category term='Cigars and ciggarettes'/><category term='beggars'/><category term='ski'/><category term='nightlife'/><category term='festival'/><category term='career'/><category term='sight seeing'/><category term='British'/><category term='sick'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='love'/><category term='routine'/><title type='text'>Life in UK</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog describes my life and experience living and working in UK. Just sharing them with ppl who wanna know how it is like studying, living and working in UK.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-7059829340945754453</id><published>2009-06-29T03:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T03:39:54.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightlife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><title type='text'>Hen Do</title><content type='html'>So, I got bored... really bored yesterday night. Phoned up my mates in Cardiff, but everyone seemed to be busy with something. That's fine... I'm an understanding person. So, I guess I'll just try something weird, clubbing alone and see how it really feels like...  Yeah... how weird am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dashed into the club really early (before 10pm) when there's still some sunlight, cause it's summer. How weird and strange??? Hmm.... Anyway, dashing into the club really early saved me admission tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I'm in the bar, bought myself a bottle of Stella, and started chilling all by myself. Yup, no one to talk to, no one to bother me, and I get the whole table and sofa ALL BY MYSELF. Haha...  So, I guess I wanna be an ASSHOLE, so I started lying down on the sofa, while everyone else have to stand and start looking for a place to sit. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the party really starts kicking in, I then went to the dance floor, with more beers. Haha... I then bumped into a bunch of girls who are on a Hen-Do. So what's a Hen-Do? The following photos should give you guys some hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SkfCpMu5vEI/AAAAAAAAAzI/c38lTf0oWr8/s1600-h/Hendo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SkfCpMu5vEI/AAAAAAAAAzI/c38lTf0oWr8/s320/Hendo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352460695201496130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SkfCo6dDNRI/AAAAAAAAAzA/FRTYoNRw1J8/s1600-h/n651500098_3052011_3996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SkfCo6dDNRI/AAAAAAAAAzA/FRTYoNRw1J8/s320/n651500098_3052011_3996.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352460690294781202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SkfCo5usssI/AAAAAAAAAy4/PKAyM8DQmX0/s1600-h/Henicons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SkfCo5usssI/AAAAAAAAAy4/PKAyM8DQmX0/s320/Henicons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352460690100368066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SkfCogBuZtI/AAAAAAAAAyw/LMEB0f8Q00w/s1600-h/hen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SkfCogBuZtI/AAAAAAAAAyw/LMEB0f8Q00w/s320/hen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352460683200849618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SkfCorbkqFI/AAAAAAAAAyo/hKNeoA49T6w/s1600-h/angies-hen-do.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SkfCorbkqFI/AAAAAAAAAyo/hKNeoA49T6w/s320/angies-hen-do.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352460686262052946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it?? Basically, it's a female version of a 'Bachelor's Party'. Strictly girls, and the girls go out for some drinks before she gets married. Of course, to add some fun to it, normally they have a list of stuff that the 'Bride to be' needs to accomplish. Such as, get a guy to buy you a drink, pose with the bouncer, make 2 guys to fight over you.... etc... You get the picture how British are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, back in the club, I met this bunch of girls. I started talking to them and ask when is she getting married. She replied in another 4 weeks. I then ask if I can buy her a drink, and she said yes. We then continued our boring conversation... And she then kissed me with her filthy lips... The same lips that suck other guy's cock... Haha.... FUCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I then pushed her away, and started rinsing and cleansing my mouth with more beer. Just what the fuck is wrong with these British... FUCKING HELL....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-7059829340945754453?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/7059829340945754453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/06/hen-do.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/7059829340945754453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/7059829340945754453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/06/hen-do.html' title='Hen Do'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SkfCpMu5vEI/AAAAAAAAAzI/c38lTf0oWr8/s72-c/Hendo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-5563714792520321989</id><published>2009-06-15T04:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T04:34:08.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><title type='text'>Glastonbury Music Festival</title><content type='html'>Anyone of you ever been to a massive rave party??? Or to a massive crowded concert???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SjVb5Jg6kxI/AAAAAAAAAyg/3ik1bwF8dSo/s1600-h/glastonbury-festival-ticket-sold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SjVb5Jg6kxI/AAAAAAAAAyg/3ik1bwF8dSo/s320/glastonbury-festival-ticket-sold.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347281169936978706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the Glastonbury Music Festival is near. This year, it's between the 24th to 28th June. Just to give you an idea how many ppl are attending this Music Festival. It's sold out and the photo below shows an aerial view of the past Music Festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SjVb4zIa1mI/AAAAAAAAAyY/PcWqbKuqL9E/s1600-h/glastonbury.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SjVb4zIa1mI/AAAAAAAAAyY/PcWqbKuqL9E/s320/glastonbury.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347281163928655458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People just look like dots... Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SjVb4vvr0VI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/0Twdw2fB6Ow/s1600-h/glasto042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SjVb4vvr0VI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/0Twdw2fB6Ow/s320/glasto042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347281163019604306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music festival is held in some farmland (open field), and you get lots of different stages playing different musics. Just like the photo above. People actually bring their own camp and camp there for the whole weekend. Yeah... The music goes 24 hours non stop... Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably find couples having fun in the tent... Haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-5563714792520321989?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/5563714792520321989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/06/glastonbury-music-festival.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/5563714792520321989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/5563714792520321989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/06/glastonbury-music-festival.html' title='Glastonbury Music Festival'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SjVb5Jg6kxI/AAAAAAAAAyg/3ik1bwF8dSo/s72-c/glastonbury-festival-ticket-sold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-7045952726697753758</id><published>2009-06-11T03:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T04:11:18.692+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Canabalism</title><content type='html'>Any meat lovers out there??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a horror film yesterday night. It's called 'The Last Supper'. Well... It has nothing to do with the stupid painting or anything to do with Christianity, Satan or whatever... Christianity isn't everything in this world... It's a Japanese film in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SjAQdraB3vI/AAAAAAAAAyA/Q4SvHJtUdio/s1600-h/last_supper_davinci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345790859742928626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SjAQdraB3vI/AAAAAAAAAyA/Q4SvHJtUdio/s320/last_supper_davinci.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's a film about canabalism... Yeah... Man eating man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345790857213384722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SjAQdh-8GBI/AAAAAAAAAyI/mX4oOdf6cuE/s320/madden_cock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Not that kind of eating.... although it is fucking scary seeing a man eating another man this way.... Haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean human eating human flesh.... Yeah... more like Hannibal Lecter... :D But Japanese version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345790852584888290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SjAQdQva1-I/AAAAAAAAAx4/1nWJXcmdupw/s320/HannibalLecter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story started of saying how a cosmetic surgeon started his passion for human flesh... As a surgeon, he often get patients doing Lypo-suction. You know, those needle get poked into the stomach and they suck out all the fats... One day, he stole one of this human fats (not that anyone wants it), and started eating it. Haha.... He said it tasted bitter, cause of the anaesthetic and all the medicine. But it just taste different from everything... Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days later, he found some woman who commited suicide. He then stole the body and started eating it. Haha... When he ran out of human flesh, he then flew to HK to buy some. Yeah... this is how the Japanese ppl portray Chinese....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you have to watch the film yourself. It's a good film I think. It sort of creates another way of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SjAQdCVuRxI/AAAAAAAAAxw/mPtj7SuW7aI/s1600-h/canibalism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345790848719013650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SjAQdCVuRxI/AAAAAAAAAxw/mPtj7SuW7aI/s320/canibalism.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SjAQdByQnpI/AAAAAAAAAxo/55Q04VIo0wU/s1600-h/canibalism1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345790848570269330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SjAQdByQnpI/AAAAAAAAAxo/55Q04VIo0wU/s320/canibalism1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, quoted from that film. 'The love for meat, is to eat the meat of your love'..... Haha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After watching this film, probably some of us will become vegetarian... It kinda influenced me a little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-7045952726697753758?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/7045952726697753758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/06/canabalism.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/7045952726697753758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/7045952726697753758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/06/canabalism.html' title='Canabalism'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SjAQdraB3vI/AAAAAAAAAyA/Q4SvHJtUdio/s72-c/last_supper_davinci.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-3602819735714217244</id><published>2009-06-07T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T18:40:04.424+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cardiff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><title type='text'>Break In</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344531833946679202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SiuXYu0op6I/AAAAAAAAAxg/gVlMI6pdFw0/s320/lock_picking_breakin_in.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house got broke in yesterday. FUCKING HELL.... I lost my bike to that no good son of a bitch. That mother fucker stole by bike... Although I got it for free, but yet, stealing from me?? I wish I can catch that mother fucker and beat him up like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SiuXYcKfUbI/AAAAAAAAAxY/2f8xG80TQMg/s1600-h/470cop,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344531828938068402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SiuXYcKfUbI/AAAAAAAAAxY/2f8xG80TQMg/s320/470cop,0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we were actually planning to catch the thief again, by luring him to steal again. Perhaps by tempting him with another bicycle. Feel like knocking him with a car and drag him into my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so wanted to torture these little white kids. I think the best and easiest way of torturing him is not to beat him up, but STARVATION.... Just rope him up for 3 days straight with no food in a cellar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will struggle for the first 2 days. Later, he'll realise that there's no point in struggling and soon he'll give up his will to escape. Years later, he'll lose his will to live and started acting like a zombie.... Haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how evil I am... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-3602819735714217244?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/3602819735714217244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/06/break-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/3602819735714217244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/3602819735714217244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/06/break-in.html' title='Break In'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SiuXYu0op6I/AAAAAAAAAxg/gVlMI6pdFw0/s72-c/lock_picking_breakin_in.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-3103960181959052538</id><published>2009-06-03T04:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T04:15:29.541+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Hayfever</title><content type='html'>It's summer now. And it's freaking hot here in this forsaken island Britain. Alright... It's not as hot as it is compared to Malaysia. But the weather here is dry... It's so dry that it makes your life dry too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is considered the best season or the most favourable season for most ppl. It's the season where flowers bloom... Yeah... it's true... You can really see flowers everywhere... except in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I hate about the summer is hay fever. You know what is 'Hay- Fever'??? I'll give you a hint.... Not everyman can get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SiWGAJEpaAI/AAAAAAAAAw4/Wze2D0bIufY/s1600-h/naked-vagina-bike1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342823869938493442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SiWGAJEpaAI/AAAAAAAAAw4/Wze2D0bIufY/s320/naked-vagina-bike1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get it??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IF you think 'Hay Fever' has something to do with the fucking vagina or clitoris, then no vagina means no hay fever.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342823877202886210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SiWGAkInPkI/AAAAAAAAAxA/yLTogchBoDY/s320/aids_no_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IF you really think that way, you must have a dirty dirty mind... Haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, 'Hay fever' is caused by flowers and grasses around you. Since the air is dry, and these flowers bloom, these flower powder flocks around and irritates the nose. Some ppl are somehow allergic to it. Some get rashes, some sneezes and some feel it in their eyes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like an epidemic... Serious... THe weather forecast always reports that the wind direction is blowing towards Cardiff and ppl are to be aware of fucking Hay Fever... Haha... Since every city in Britain is surrounded by farm lands, I guess there's no escape for this Hay Fever... Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SiWGACf3VcI/AAAAAAAAAww/2O72en3lohQ/s1600-h/ragweed_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342823868173604290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SiWGACf3VcI/AAAAAAAAAww/2O72en3lohQ/s320/ragweed_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, I think I have this fucking Hay Fever. But it's not really serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-3103960181959052538?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/3103960181959052538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/06/hayfever.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/3103960181959052538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/3103960181959052538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/06/hayfever.html' title='Hayfever'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SiWGAJEpaAI/AAAAAAAAAw4/Wze2D0bIufY/s72-c/naked-vagina-bike1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-8506494041572988644</id><published>2009-06-02T03:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T03:28:08.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Injury</title><content type='html'>Fell down yesterday while i was kicking the ball at my backyard. Nope... I wasn't playing football... was just kicking the ball cause i'm bored....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is how my knee looked like yesterday....  See if you can feel the pain???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SiQqziJ2d3I/AAAAAAAAAwo/bEyRS6mvkMc/s1600-h/P310509_16.28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SiQqziJ2d3I/AAAAAAAAAwo/bEyRS6mvkMc/s320/P310509_16.28.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342442122798069618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SiQqzTGSX_I/AAAAAAAAAwg/leME5gFoyfo/s1600-h/P310509_16.27%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SiQqzTGSX_I/AAAAAAAAAwg/leME5gFoyfo/s320/P310509_16.27%5B02%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342442118756589554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SiQqzHmmwqI/AAAAAAAAAwY/LltvnLYY3-g/s1600-h/P310509_16.27%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SiQqzHmmwqI/AAAAAAAAAwY/LltvnLYY3-g/s320/P310509_16.27%5B01%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342442115670917794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SiQqywEb-TI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Ac2xuPwrchM/s1600-h/P310509_16.27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SiQqywEb-TI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Ac2xuPwrchM/s320/P310509_16.27.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342442109353589042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not as painful as it looked. Haha... It's just a lot of blood that's all... the wound is not deep at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll put myself and my wound to a test next week when i go to the beach.... Haha... Which will i feel more?? The PAIN or the COLDNESS of the water??? Haha... I'm a sadist....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-8506494041572988644?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/8506494041572988644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/06/injury.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/8506494041572988644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/8506494041572988644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/06/injury.html' title='Injury'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SiQqziJ2d3I/AAAAAAAAAwo/bEyRS6mvkMc/s72-c/P310509_16.28.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-7435438393807032059</id><published>2009-05-28T02:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T02:25:08.649+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><title type='text'>Football</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sh2DozxYYII/AAAAAAAAAwI/jNPqEjj6Zto/s1600-h/Barcelona_Man_Utd_CL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sh2DozxYYII/AAAAAAAAAwI/jNPqEjj6Zto/s320/Barcelona_Man_Utd_CL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340569470246609026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a big day in football. Well... I'm not a big fan of football.... Don't really like it and I still think that it's a sport for HOOLIGANS.... Yeah.... SAKAI!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tonight's match is between BARCELONA and Manchester United. I've certainly preferred BARCELONA to win, simply because Man U is very BRITISH... with all the FUCKED up players.... ROONEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a message to all Manchester residents.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sh2Dodwr2RI/AAAAAAAAAwA/PdreetsU8z4/s1600-h/KEEP+MANCHESTER+CLEAN%21%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sh2Dodwr2RI/AAAAAAAAAwA/PdreetsU8z4/s320/KEEP+MANCHESTER+CLEAN%21%21%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340569464338110738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this message goes directly to Man U fans and Man U.,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sh2DoK58a6I/AAAAAAAAAv4/aYr0fUyoMzU/s1600-h/_41140033_staduimflag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sh2DoK58a6I/AAAAAAAAAv4/aYr0fUyoMzU/s320/_41140033_staduimflag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340569459276671906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-7435438393807032059?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/7435438393807032059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/05/football.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/7435438393807032059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/7435438393807032059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/05/football.html' title='Football'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sh2DozxYYII/AAAAAAAAAwI/jNPqEjj6Zto/s72-c/Barcelona_Man_Utd_CL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-4757018805601769954</id><published>2009-05-24T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:20:49.951+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><title type='text'>Dinner</title><content type='html'>Went out for dinner with some friends yesterday in a Chinese Restaurant. They were my friend's friends from London (Malaysian students) coming over to visit Cardiff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we sat down, I passed the menu to one of them asking them to order what they want. He said that he can't read the menu, cause he can't read Chinese characters. So he pass it to his friend. Surprisingly, he can't read either. FUCKING HELL!!!! I was so fucking surprised to know that they can't read or speak chinese or any of their dialect. WHAT THE FUCK???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 8 of us yesterday, only 2 of us can read the menu. It's just my colleague (from China) and me who can read the menu.  Ok, we have 1 indian and 1 mexican in the table. That means, 4 other Malaysian chinese can't read chinese characters. Fine... at least 2 of them speaks their mother tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't imagine how these ppl (who can't read and speak chinese) order Chinese food. Haha.... They'll probably walk in to this Chinese Restaurant and say, "I want Sweet and Sour Chicken', 'Lemon Chicken', 'Crispy Beef', 'Peking Duck', 'Egg Fried Rice'... Haha... What a laugh.... FUCKING IDIOTS... These dishes are meant to con fucking Brits ... Haha... What a SUCKER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they probably never ordered something else. Something that cannot be translated into english. Too bad for them.... Haha.... The waiters probably treat them as Gwai Lou and never really respected them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-4757018805601769954?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/4757018805601769954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/05/dinner.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/4757018805601769954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/4757018805601769954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/05/dinner.html' title='Dinner'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-2421169041938663652</id><published>2009-05-22T02:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T02:47:36.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><title type='text'>Funny ENcounter</title><content type='html'>Went to Cardiff uni for lunch today. After having my lunch, my stomach doesn't feel well... So I went to the toilet to ...'ease' myself. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I close the door in one of the cubicals, I found this funny little note behind the door, which kinda express myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338349319415929474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/ShWgbBa8GoI/AAAAAAAAAvY/8QyzmsKYKGo/s320/P210509_13.22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! Now I can have a Poo AND take my jacket off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, once I sat down, I saw this funny little drawing/ vandalism... Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/ShWgbM3NoMI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/q0M9uGse5-s/s1600-h/P210509_13.21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338349322487308482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/ShWgbM3NoMI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/q0M9uGse5-s/s320/P210509_13.21.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/ShWgaw2kBNI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Kp4rapkeVOc/s1600-h/P210509_13.20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338349314968388818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/ShWgaw2kBNI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Kp4rapkeVOc/s320/P210509_13.20.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of the day when I was a student.... as in when I was in high school. You get all sort of funny messages in the toilet. Some asking you to look up, down, left, right and "DO NOT LOOK AROUND WHEN YOU'RE PEEING".... Hehe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-2421169041938663652?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/2421169041938663652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/05/funny-encounter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/2421169041938663652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/2421169041938663652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/05/funny-encounter.html' title='Funny ENcounter'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/ShWgbBa8GoI/AAAAAAAAAvY/8QyzmsKYKGo/s72-c/P210509_13.22.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-6665705779435220775</id><published>2009-05-17T18:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:52:47.442+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightlife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><title type='text'>Are you ready to PLUSH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sg_h6WeTAGI/AAAAAAAAAuw/JbXK34GJY70/s1600-h/Plush+Entertainment+Pink+Logo+Glow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 153px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sg_h6WeTAGI/AAAAAAAAAuw/JbXK34GJY70/s320/Plush+Entertainment+Pink+Logo+Glow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336732476038643810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess most of you knows what PLUSH Entertainment is.... For those of you who has never, you can join our Facebook group by clicking &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=89173093831"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is PLUSH??? Click &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=89173093831"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; and get yourself ready to unleash the PLUSH in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VksedWBP0Mw"&gt;Sneak of PLUSH&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-6665705779435220775?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/6665705779435220775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/05/are-you-ready-to-plush.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/6665705779435220775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/6665705779435220775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/05/are-you-ready-to-plush.html' title='Are you ready to PLUSH'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sg_h6WeTAGI/AAAAAAAAAuw/JbXK34GJY70/s72-c/Plush+Entertainment+Pink+Logo+Glow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-7289875524209089615</id><published>2009-05-15T03:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T03:36:15.531+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Engineering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><title type='text'>FIRE</title><content type='html'>I was on my way back home from the office, when suddenly I saw clouds of smoke. The smokes appear to be coming near where I'm staying. Gosh... it couldn't be my house.... could it??? It probably could be.... Knowing the fact that some of my housemates could potentially turn on the stove and SHIT happens....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm about to reach home, I started hearing sirens from Fire Brigade. Glad to know that the fire brigade wasn't heading towards my house, but to the row of houses 2 streets away. I knew there's gonna be something exciting worth blogging/bragging about... So I rushed to the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I saw in sequence.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SgxvNtbBowI/AAAAAAAAAuI/0yamNbMeMAg/s1600-h/P140509_18.39%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SgxvNtbBowI/AAAAAAAAAuI/0yamNbMeMAg/s320/P140509_18.39%5B01%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335761939849126658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SgxvN25PQ9I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/xy6cWGhKhxE/s1600-h/P140509_18.40%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SgxvN25PQ9I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/xy6cWGhKhxE/s320/P140509_18.40%5B02%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335761942391768018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SgxvN25PQ9I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/xy6cWGhKhxE/s1600-h/P140509_18.40%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SgxvN25PQ9I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/xy6cWGhKhxE/s320/P140509_18.40%5B02%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335761942391768018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SgxvNxNuUyI/AAAAAAAAAuY/T4o3BytAn_g/s1600-h/P140509_18.45%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SgxvNxNuUyI/AAAAAAAAAuY/T4o3BytAn_g/s320/P140509_18.45%5B01%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335761940867076898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SgxvN-G4tOI/AAAAAAAAAug/fNvAVqetlkc/s1600-h/P140509_19.08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SgxvN-G4tOI/AAAAAAAAAug/fNvAVqetlkc/s320/P140509_19.08.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335761944328058082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SgxvN9cslNI/AAAAAAAAAuo/W7mtvtPkLf0/s1600-h/P140509_19.08%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SgxvN9cslNI/AAAAAAAAAuo/W7mtvtPkLf0/s320/P140509_19.08%5B02%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335761944151102674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car just got set on fire!!! How COOL is that??? The funny thing is, it was raining today, and how the hell did the fire started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another funny thing is, the owner of the car was wearing one of my company's jacket, but he doesn't work for us. Hmmm... I bet he stole it from someone. Gonna wait for tommorow's news and see him with a Mott MacDonald jacket and a burning car. Haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-7289875524209089615?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/7289875524209089615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/05/fire.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/7289875524209089615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/7289875524209089615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/05/fire.html' title='FIRE'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SgxvNtbBowI/AAAAAAAAAuI/0yamNbMeMAg/s72-c/P140509_18.39%5B01%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-4356625236321280873</id><published>2009-05-13T15:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T16:01:49.535+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Swine Flu</title><content type='html'>I'm having a cold again and I'm on leave... Haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...Choo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335213656972429954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sgp8jcinioI/AAAAAAAAAtw/-uupP1Qpzs0/s320/cold+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it's not swine flu, cause I haven't been in contact with any pigs before. Never been in contact with any pig farmers or anyone who came back from Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sgp8jn9Q48I/AAAAAAAAAuA/MMjA89jvZWM/s1600-h/swine-flu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335213660036981698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sgp8jn9Q48I/AAAAAAAAAuA/MMjA89jvZWM/s320/swine-flu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been sneezing all day yesterday. I can't go to the office because my colleagues wouldn't let me. Cause those fucking Brits are fucking scared of virus or germs... They'll get annoyed if I go to the office to 'share' the germs around. I thought we're a team....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sgp8jj94a-I/AAAAAAAAAt4/zCcN-oJMonY/s1600-h/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335213658965830626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sgp8jj94a-I/AAAAAAAAAt4/zCcN-oJMonY/s320/image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, although sneezing is annoying, sometimes, there's some beauty in sneezing, just like the photo below. I know she doesn't have a perfect body nor a perfect face. But, you get the point... ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sgp8jaow1FI/AAAAAAAAAto/XBP15R2vtxc/s1600-h/as11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335213656461333586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sgp8jaow1FI/AAAAAAAAAto/XBP15R2vtxc/s320/as11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hope that I haven't got any swine flu. Or else, I'll be quarantined.... Haha... And my housemates and colleagues too... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, if I have swine flu, I am not advised to see a doctor, but should ask the doctor to see me. Or else, I'll spread more germs on my way to the clinic/hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-4356625236321280873?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/4356625236321280873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/05/swine-flu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/4356625236321280873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/4356625236321280873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/05/swine-flu.html' title='Swine Flu'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sgp8jcinioI/AAAAAAAAAtw/-uupP1Qpzs0/s72-c/cold+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-2926270108286115336</id><published>2009-05-11T03:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T03:48:05.378+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><title type='text'>Broke up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SgcsDAupW-I/AAAAAAAAAtg/f_hH2-U12gQ/s1600-h/6a00d83451cb0369e200e55012a3188833-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334280713890520034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SgcsDAupW-I/AAAAAAAAAtg/f_hH2-U12gQ/s320/6a00d83451cb0369e200e55012a3188833-800wi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sgcrt_OSVEI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/auwDyFUCtiQ/s1600-h/breaking+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ya.... Ya.... I broke up with my gf.... So what... Big Deal....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SgcruKP0T-I/AAAAAAAAAtY/CX2Qx0a-G8k/s1600-h/breaking+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334280355668316130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SgcruKP0T-I/AAAAAAAAAtY/CX2Qx0a-G8k/s320/breaking+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah.... I got dumped.... And she threw away my heart just like that rather than returning it to me politely....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, our relationship didn't ended the way I thought it's gonna be. I thought we're gonna shout at each other and lots of tears.... And we won't be seeing each other again... You know.... those stuff we always see in the movies.... Haha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But actually, there were no shouting nor tears.... Maybe because we talked through the phone?? But everything ended like it never happened... Wonder if that's a good thing or not.... Anyway, we agreed to be friends and keep in contact.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that's the end of my love story.... Sudah HABIS... Apa-apa pun tak ada....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-2926270108286115336?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/2926270108286115336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/05/broke-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/2926270108286115336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/2926270108286115336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/05/broke-up.html' title='Broke up'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SgcsDAupW-I/AAAAAAAAAtg/f_hH2-U12gQ/s72-c/6a00d83451cb0369e200e55012a3188833-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-7888367130085106895</id><published>2009-05-08T03:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T04:14:21.127+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='french'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><title type='text'>French Cuisine</title><content type='html'>Went to Paris to meet my girlfriend again last weekend. We had a wonderful time in Paris, but that's not important. What's important is what I ate. Haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people may have the perception that French cuisine are all pretty and yummy. Well, it is true when compared to fucking British foods. Hehe... I'll show you guys some of the French cuisines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SgM6G4naBII/AAAAAAAAAsw/e2Z8WMnwrQ8/s1600-h/sooishi_cuisine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SgM6G4naBII/AAAAAAAAAsw/e2Z8WMnwrQ8/s320/sooishi_cuisine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333170273688093826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These little Cookie Wanna Be's are called Macarons. Not gonna tell you what it taste like. You'll have to try it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SgM6GghWXzI/AAAAAAAAAso/z9BRWJWhIPs/s1600-h/jambon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SgM6GghWXzI/AAAAAAAAAso/z9BRWJWhIPs/s320/jambon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333170267220238130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is called Jambon. Looks pretty much like gammon, but taste a lot better than gammon. By the way, it's smoked beef and I don't think it's cook. But still I like it. Haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SgM6GSRuewI/AAAAAAAAAsg/ecrIJlJo1Ak/s1600-h/french-food_12183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SgM6GSRuewI/AAAAAAAAAsg/ecrIJlJo1Ak/s320/french-food_12183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333170263396612866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crepes - Nothing special but just a pancake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SgM8GipF5CI/AAAAAAAAAtI/hvA9iV1wfVo/s1600-h/La+cuisine+du+foie+gras-Ed+70.0+KO+Front+page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SgM8GipF5CI/AAAAAAAAAtI/hvA9iV1wfVo/s320/La+cuisine+du+foie+gras-Ed+70.0+KO+Front+page.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333172466812838946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, my favourite Foie Gras. It's pronounced as 'For Gar' or whatever that sounds Frenchie. Hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So what the fuck is this fucking Foie Gras? Well it's basically goose's liver paste. Haha... Sounded disgusting? You'll know if it's disgusting when you tried it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically how they make Foie Gras is by feeding the goose with corn. When it is full, you feed it with more corn. When it reaches its limit, you soak the corn in oil and pour through their throat. Yes, you force them to drink/eat it. Hence, the technique force-feeding. Haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of all this force feeding is make sure that the goose has enlarged liver which is covered with fat. Hehe.... You then kill the goose and take it's liver (which is full of fat and oil rather than blood). You then semi-cook it under low fire, store in a can. That's how it is sold to me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounded disgusting? Well, whether it's disgusting or not, I like it. I spread it on my bread for breakfast. Hehe.... Sounded cruel and disgusting????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SgM8GcHTYSI/AAAAAAAAAtA/draPP2wC19A/s1600-h/fg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SgM8GcHTYSI/AAAAAAAAAtA/draPP2wC19A/s320/fg2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333172465060503842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SgM8GDoFEqI/AAAAAAAAAs4/n5-tk3kGBNI/s1600-h/fg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SgM8GDoFEqI/AAAAAAAAAs4/n5-tk3kGBNI/s320/fg1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333172458487091874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, you can call me a sadist if you want. Cause my girlfriend broke up with me. So FUCK YEAH!!! I'm gonna feed more goose for my Foie Gras!!! Haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-7888367130085106895?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/7888367130085106895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/05/french-cuisine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/7888367130085106895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/7888367130085106895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/05/french-cuisine.html' title='French Cuisine'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SgM6G4naBII/AAAAAAAAAsw/e2Z8WMnwrQ8/s72-c/sooishi_cuisine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-5531567286627341911</id><published>2009-04-29T03:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T03:55:07.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><title type='text'>London Marathon</title><content type='html'>Went to London to meet my girl friend last weekend. Stayed over at my mate's place. I was surprised to see the other London Marathon. I've took some photos using my phone/camera. This is what I saw or what my camera 'saw'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SfdasMg0kDI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/30Gfwrj-54c/s1600-h/P250409_11.41.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SfdasMg0kDI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/30Gfwrj-54c/s320/P250409_11.41.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329828399335903282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SfdasGdi5gI/AAAAAAAAAsI/AlOTKe3l7DE/s1600-h/P250409_11.40%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SfdasGdi5gI/AAAAAAAAAsI/AlOTKe3l7DE/s320/P250409_11.40%5B02%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329828397711549954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sfdar-lNk_I/AAAAAAAAAsA/umSoSyhZWNs/s1600-h/P250409_11.40%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sfdar-lNk_I/AAAAAAAAAsA/umSoSyhZWNs/s320/P250409_11.40%5B01%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329828395596223474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sfdar7fXKGI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Pf1TI_fnmNE/s1600-h/P250409_11.40.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sfdar7fXKGI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Pf1TI_fnmNE/s320/P250409_11.40.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329828394766379106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sfdaru-CUpI/AAAAAAAAArw/sn6YRVbJ-2U/s1600-h/P250409_11.39.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sfdaru-CUpI/AAAAAAAAArw/sn6YRVbJ-2U/s320/P250409_11.39.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329828391405376146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yes!!! It's a street protest. You don't get to see that many street protest in KL... Hmm... Not sure if that's valid??? But anyway,, as you can see in the photos, this protest is being done in a 'relatively' safe environment where police are guiding these idiots walking around the city to show everyone something everyone don't know and don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a massive traffic jam behind the protest by the way. This is the cost of having street protest. Haha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-5531567286627341911?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/5531567286627341911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/04/london-marathon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/5531567286627341911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/5531567286627341911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/04/london-marathon.html' title='London Marathon'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SfdasMg0kDI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/30Gfwrj-54c/s72-c/P250409_11.41.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-2720289467552663091</id><published>2009-04-23T02:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T03:36:45.975+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routine'/><title type='text'>Cyclist</title><content type='html'>Saw a bicycle accident this morning. The cyclist was a girl and she was dodging the bus and accidentally hit a van parked at the road side. She fell down but there were no cuts or bruises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Se9h74ieCaI/AAAAAAAAAro/n93aX0Eo5rI/s1600-h/setpreview_large-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327584565619722658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Se9h74ieCaI/AAAAAAAAAro/n93aX0Eo5rI/s320/setpreview_large-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too bad there wasn't any upskirts or anything. Don't think I'll ever get the chance to see any upskirt in a bike accident, cause normally girls don't wear a skirt while cycling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, bicycle accidents sort of 'inspired' (or whatever you wanna call it) in writing this post. I used to cycle to work everyday, until I realised how dangerous it is. Really.... Here are some photos of some serious bike accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327584346866377842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Se9hvJnm5HI/AAAAAAAAArI/3jr5_49yODo/s320/accident32ea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what that's left in a bicycle accident. The cyclist got smeared by the truck's tyre and there's nothing left of him, but his bike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327584352013020834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Se9hvcyqbqI/AAAAAAAAArQ/D1i0X1MQmPY/s320/bicycle_accident.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like this... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327584345792860930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Se9hvFnqUwI/AAAAAAAAArA/kVUUFMHgobY/s320/080603-bike-accident-hmed-330a.hmedium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes you get crazy drivers that wants all pedestrians, cyclist and motor-cyclist to get off the road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Se9hvdhpefI/AAAAAAAAArg/oESaLcnvkp8/s1600-h/S_Bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327584352210090482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Se9hvdhpefI/AAAAAAAAArg/oESaLcnvkp8/s320/S_Bike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Perhaps they should design bikes which are safe enough for accidents. Like seat belts and stronger frames. Just like this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Se9hvS6QdAI/AAAAAAAAArY/TXtgIDxd-SA/s1600-h/critical_mass_sf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327584349360518146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Se9hvS6QdAI/AAAAAAAAArY/TXtgIDxd-SA/s320/critical_mass_sf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all cyclists should gather together someday, and show other motorist, who's the boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-2720289467552663091?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/2720289467552663091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/04/cyclist.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/2720289467552663091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/2720289467552663091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/04/cyclist.html' title='Cyclist'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Se9h74ieCaI/AAAAAAAAAro/n93aX0Eo5rI/s72-c/setpreview_large-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-7451076733348503436</id><published>2009-04-12T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:12:46.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Council Tax</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SeHEXst4ROI/AAAAAAAAAoY/-jQ5j7IqtDM/s1600-h/counciltax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SeHEXst4ROI/AAAAAAAAAoY/-jQ5j7IqtDM/s320/counciltax.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323752145948263650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I will be leaving this pathetic country in September, I'm gonna try and get myself away from paying Council Tax this year. So, I'll have to stay low, under the radar for 6 months, and hope that the council here is stupid enough. I'm gonna try and abuse their stupidity. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where does all these council tax (cukai pintu) goes? Council tax are collected by local government (DBKL equivalent) to make the city beautiful, maintain the roads (not highways or any trunk roads), bridges, retaining walls, collect rubbish, clean the streets.... You get the point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the way ppl avoid paying council tax in KL is by ignoring DBKL, then give some money to some person, who called themselves officers, and you'll be safe. Quick, easy and common. This is how things are done in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SeHEXhmZRRI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/xWHsHccX0pk/s1600-h/bribery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SeHEXhmZRRI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/xWHsHccX0pk/s320/bribery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323752142964081938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What about the British way of doing it? First of all, British don't like receiving briberies. I don't know why. Maybe they have no balls? Maybe they have strict policies and are being enforced by the law? But certainly not because of ethic, cause I don't believe Brits have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way the Brits avoid council tax, is to point their fingers to someone else. Blaming other people. Blaming the postman. Blaming the council for not asking them. Blaming the bank for not defaulting the direct debit. Blaming the neighbours for stealing their mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SeHEXc6G9pI/AAAAAAAAAoI/R3XP2WHbxo4/s1600-h/are-you-still-making-excuses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SeHEXc6G9pI/AAAAAAAAAoI/R3XP2WHbxo4/s320/are-you-still-making-excuses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323752141704590994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They will create some ridiculous nonsense and blame somebody else. Yes, this is the true British culture. I'm working in an office full of Brits and I understand how they blame peoples. Brits are very slick and careful with their words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Brits can't find any excuses or someone to blame on, they'll make a big fuss of it. They'll make up a story and pretend that their helpless in coping up with the council tax and publish it in newspapers. For example, a lady can say that she lost her boyfriend in the Iraq War, can't cope up with council tax, her cat/dog died last week, inflation is high, can't cope up with the mortgages due to credit crunch... You know all those bullshit. They can even hold protests and blame the banks for increasing their credit limit, causing them to have a hard time to pay their credit card debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By publishing these news in the local papers, local councils will feel threatened and not collect tax from her. This is the true British way of dealing with problems. They're COWARDS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-7451076733348503436?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/7451076733348503436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/04/council-tax.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/7451076733348503436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/7451076733348503436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/04/council-tax.html' title='Council Tax'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SeHEXst4ROI/AAAAAAAAAoY/-jQ5j7IqtDM/s72-c/counciltax.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-4769307718774310694</id><published>2009-04-10T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:10:58.763+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Good Friday &amp; Easter</title><content type='html'>It was Good Friday yesterday. Don't know why the Christians named it 'Good Friday' even though it's supposed to be a sad day. Hmmm.... For those who don't know, 'Good Friday' is the day when Jesus died in the Cross. So, I don't think that's anything 'good' about it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sd9eg0teSMI/AAAAAAAAAoA/Qk_JciZGbSY/s1600-h/passionofthechrist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sd9eg0teSMI/AAAAAAAAAoA/Qk_JciZGbSY/s320/passionofthechrist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323077202573412546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, after Jesus died, he rejuvenated or goes to heaven on Easter Day, which is the following Sunday. So, I think Easter is an important day for Christian. It should be something as important as Christmas. And should be public holiday in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't know how Easter got itself related to painted eggs called Easter Eggs. I think it's pathetic and meaningless to paint these stupid eggs. The whole story about Easter eggs and Easter Bunny has nothing to do with Easter Day. It's probably marketing strategies by some chocolate company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sd9egrIyukI/AAAAAAAAAn4/zrPU4BQxKjU/s1600-h/easter-eggs-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sd9egrIyukI/AAAAAAAAAn4/zrPU4BQxKjU/s320/easter-eggs-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323077200003643970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They probably branded chocolates with easter. And later on wanted to make adverts more appealing, hence introduced the Easter Bunny, like the one below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sd9egRF5vUI/AAAAAAAAAnw/0t0tozQUalc/s1600-h/23204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sd9egRF5vUI/AAAAAAAAAnw/0t0tozQUalc/s320/23204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323077193012198722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those Christian believers, Happy Easter and Sad 'Good Friday'?? I'm not a christian by the way, so please please please don't try and convert or enlighten me. Cause I'll fuck the shit out of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-4769307718774310694?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/4769307718774310694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-friday-easter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/4769307718774310694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/4769307718774310694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-friday-easter.html' title='Good Friday &amp; Easter'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sd9eg0teSMI/AAAAAAAAAoA/Qk_JciZGbSY/s72-c/passionofthechrist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-6459566005299214439</id><published>2009-04-09T02:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T02:54:27.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SdzwuCAO8WI/AAAAAAAAAng/LsryIQzg-_g/s1600-h/alone460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SdzwuCAO8WI/AAAAAAAAAng/LsryIQzg-_g/s320/alone460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322393533247582562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having dinner alone these days. All my housemates are gone elsewhere... Holiday, home.... leaving me all alone....  I hate being alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SdzwugjkMKI/AAAAAAAAAno/s2l5cvdkiO8/s1600-h/EatingAlone_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SdzwugjkMKI/AAAAAAAAAno/s2l5cvdkiO8/s320/EatingAlone_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322393541448839330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe to some people eating alone is something normal or something ordinary.... Just like those fucking Brits always do...  But this is how I feel when I'm eating alone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SdzwuBhNYVI/AAAAAAAAAnY/7r_XS6ifOgw/s1600-h/a+Freshman+Eating+Alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SdzwuBhNYVI/AAAAAAAAAnY/7r_XS6ifOgw/s320/a+Freshman+Eating+Alone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322393533117456722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess my decision to leave this forsaken island (Britain) is right. I came to this island alone, and I shall leave this island alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SdzwtUjLq0I/AAAAAAAAAnI/HvWXPRnwkMs/s1600-h/6a00d8341ca35a53ef00e54f8483268834-640wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SdzwtUjLq0I/AAAAAAAAAnI/HvWXPRnwkMs/s320/6a00d8341ca35a53ef00e54f8483268834-640wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322393521046137666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-6459566005299214439?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/6459566005299214439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/04/alone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/6459566005299214439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/6459566005299214439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/04/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SdzwuCAO8WI/AAAAAAAAAng/LsryIQzg-_g/s72-c/alone460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-7895957095366531573</id><published>2009-04-05T17:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:31:37.465+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>Gym</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sdh3ScFI-jI/AAAAAAAAAmA/cUt_5QpeAL0/s1600-h/1_gymEmpty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sdh3ScFI-jI/AAAAAAAAAmA/cUt_5QpeAL0/s320/1_gymEmpty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321134118397344306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the gym the other day with a friend, who goes there regularly. He said he had some free tickets and could bring a visitor with him. So  I just followed him just to have a look around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I've noted in the gym around here, is that it's full of fit guys. You don't get to see FAT BLOBS lifting weight or any of those machines. I guess they kinda feel bad surrounded by fit guys and muscle men....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well most of the people there seem to have their own personal trainer. I don't see the point of having one. I have no idea what the fuck those personal trainers do. They're big and macho and do nothing.... honestly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sdh3S1n26II/AAAAAAAAAmY/hWOklkgXbLE/s1600-h/personal-instructor-g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sdh3S1n26II/AAAAAAAAAmY/hWOklkgXbLE/s320/personal-instructor-g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321134125253847170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what they do is just ask you to do some warm ups and stretching... Then they'll stand aside and ask you to lift weights. What they do, is just motivate you to lift those bloody damn heavy weights... "GO ON!!! PUSH YOURSELF... ONE MORE!!! C'MON, YOU CAN DO IT!!! ".  Haha.... People actually pay these muscle hunks just to motivate them?? Hmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sdh3Sq1mz_I/AAAAAAAAAmI/wbFFyxMKaAU/s1600-h/70612p67_halliwell_b_gr_01.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sdh3Sq1mz_I/AAAAAAAAAmI/wbFFyxMKaAU/s320/70612p67_halliwell_b_gr_01.preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321134122358722546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what you need is a friend or a partner to motivate you instead. Is it worth having a personal trainer??? Maybe it is if you're aiming to make your body look like this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sdh3SjX_EZI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/nnWClbPuW2k/s1600-h/muscle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sdh3SjX_EZI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/nnWClbPuW2k/s320/muscle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321134120355434898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-7895957095366531573?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/7895957095366531573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/04/gym.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/7895957095366531573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/7895957095366531573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/04/gym.html' title='Gym'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sdh3ScFI-jI/AAAAAAAAAmA/cUt_5QpeAL0/s72-c/1_gymEmpty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-5305585327826039294</id><published>2009-04-03T05:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T05:43:21.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SdUxRS2ZTMI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Ry6dyM3So10/s1600-h/APRIL1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320212707995634882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SdUxRS2ZTMI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Ry6dyM3So10/s320/APRIL1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SdUxRW7KGXI/AAAAAAAAAk4/YRY2C588ycI/s1600-h/office+prank-16-toilet-seat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320212709089352050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SdUxRW7KGXI/AAAAAAAAAk4/YRY2C588ycI/s320/office+prank-16-toilet-seat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SdUxRJsBXLI/AAAAAAAAAkw/BpAlwHHUfUU/s1600-h/google-april-fool-tisp-2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320212705536203954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SdUxRJsBXLI/AAAAAAAAAkw/BpAlwHHUfUU/s320/google-april-fool-tisp-2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SdUv03uys9I/AAAAAAAAAko/oFnG1qitRaU/s1600-h/westjet-april-fools.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320211120168022994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SdUv03uys9I/AAAAAAAAAko/oFnG1qitRaU/s320/westjet-april-fools.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SdUv0XT6iyI/AAAAAAAAAkg/4f0o1FAZVpU/s1600-h/praystation_april_fool.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SdUv0QSEXkI/AAAAAAAAAkY/PiwidmQJ8NE/s1600-h/Guinness_AprilFool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320211109578563138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SdUv0QSEXkI/AAAAAAAAAkY/PiwidmQJ8NE/s320/Guinness_AprilFool.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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SdUv0Ay9IlI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/M_6DYrlwAtg/s1600-h/April-Fools-day-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320211105421533778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SdUv0Ay9IlI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/M_6DYrlwAtg/s320/April-Fools-day-movie-poster.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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SdUvz_d3UqI/AAAAAAAAAkI/bEeCEHOnWsU/s1600-h/april-fool.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-5305585327826039294?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/5305585327826039294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-fool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/5305585327826039294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/5305585327826039294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-fool.html' title='April Fool'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SdUxRS2ZTMI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Ry6dyM3So10/s72-c/APRIL1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-6590859306562328014</id><published>2009-03-27T04:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T05:02:02.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><title type='text'>Accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Scvp1dMniWI/AAAAAAAAAj8/qlNJI7fnh8I/s1600-h/PL086~Accident-of-Montparnasse-Station-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317600889620892002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Scvp1dMniWI/AAAAAAAAAj8/qlNJI7fnh8I/s320/PL086~Accident-of-Montparnasse-Station-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was on my way to the office this morning and saw an accident near my house. Not like the one on top. It's not usual to accidents here in Cardiff. I've been in Britain for almost 6 years, and I've only seen less than 5 accidents. Haha... Unlike in KL, you'll get the chance to see 5 in a day on average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The accident that I saw wasn't that serious, in fact it was quite funny. You could of guess it by now. It involves female drivers... But this time, both drivers are women. It happened in a cross junction near my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what happened was one car was trying to avoid the other but somehow hit the car, and the car hit on to someone's house. Yes... the car rammed to somebody's house and it's a corner house.... Haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317600873597382994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Scvp0hgUMVI/AAAAAAAAAjs/5c6ZVKlhZTc/s320/gallery_Contest_Past_Winners_11_24_2006_16_04_accident.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not as serious as the one above.... No one was injured... The only casualties were their purse and insurance....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my days in KL... I miss those accidents that everyone can see everyday. I don't know why the accident rate in Malaysia is so high. I don't think it has something to do with driving skills, because there are still female drivers in Britain... Haha... I mean I don't find British good drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that the roads in KL have poorer quality, leading to loss of grip? Poor alignment resulting to sharp bends?? I don't think so... Too many drivers??? Maybe?? Drivers are not obedient or mature??? Maybe???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever those reasons, I miss Mat Rempit. Some day, I just wish I can see one of them performing their stunts, speeding their way. Just like the photo below....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Scvp1N0HX7I/AAAAAAAAAj0/RaRi_gVewL4/s1600-h/matrempit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317600885491589042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Scvp1N0HX7I/AAAAAAAAAj0/RaRi_gVewL4/s320/matrempit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly turn into something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Scvp0tfiN_I/AAAAAAAAAjk/y9x0vFduGek/s1600-h/accident.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317600876815333362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Scvp0tfiN_I/AAAAAAAAAjk/y9x0vFduGek/s320/accident.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I can have the chance to witness all this thrill.... From the start to their end... Haha.... DIE MOTHER FUCKER!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Scvp0Th5J9I/AAAAAAAAAjc/CJK3uwB9o0o/s1600-h/bus+accident+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-6590859306562328014?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/6590859306562328014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/03/accident.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/6590859306562328014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/6590859306562328014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/03/accident.html' title='Accident'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Scvp1dMniWI/AAAAAAAAAj8/qlNJI7fnh8I/s72-c/PL086~Accident-of-Montparnasse-Station-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-8453303169668921145</id><published>2009-03-24T03:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T04:10:37.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Engineering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disability'/><title type='text'>Hot Wheels</title><content type='html'>I was in the petrol station yesterday cause my mate said he needed petrol for his car. I was surprised to see someone filling up the gas tank on a wheelchair!!! Yes, she was filling up her van and she's on wheels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am impressed that she can do all of that all on her own. Think about this. She has to lift her wheelchair and put it on the ground. Climb to her wheel chair. Push herself so that she can fill up the tank. Slot in her payment card and also reach to take her receipt. After all the hard work, she's gonna have to climb back to her driving seat and lift her wheelchair back to her van. I know that wheelchairs are very heavy and also expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/ScfoFrz_JiI/AAAAAAAAAjU/2i4O3TuRN0g/s1600-h/Steel_Manual_Wheel_Chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316473069491922466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/ScfoFrz_JiI/AAAAAAAAAjU/2i4O3TuRN0g/s320/Steel_Manual_Wheel_Chair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This makes me think of what I'm going to do if I am in a wheelchair. Well, if I'm gonna be in a wheelchair for the rest of my life, I want that wheelchair to be special. As an engineer, I often like to modify stuff to make things better. So, I guess this is what my wheelchair will look like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/ScfoFaU01II/AAAAAAAAAjM/4CpylWFdOps/s1600-h/RedneckWheelchair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316473064797820034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/ScfoFaU01II/AAAAAAAAAjM/4CpylWFdOps/s320/RedneckWheelchair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's gonna make me feel like Robocop.... Instead of running it on wheels, I'm gonna have it running on tracks. So I can squash things on my way and not worry of any terrain. Another good thing, is that you can actually have the same height as a normal person standing. So when you're talking to people, people don't have to look down on you. Always stare at people's eye when you're talking to them. So next time, when you speak to someone on wheels, remember to squat down and speak to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if you guys ever seen anyone with a wheelchair like the one below, make sure you don't give him/her money. Cause they're all conman.... Haha.... It's a tricycle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/ScfoFXbs6eI/AAAAAAAAAjE/6m_A3mm765w/s1600-h/pedalpower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316473064021354978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/ScfoFXbs6eI/AAAAAAAAAjE/6m_A3mm765w/s320/pedalpower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-8453303169668921145?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/8453303169668921145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/03/hot-wheels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/8453303169668921145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/8453303169668921145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/03/hot-wheels.html' title='Hot Wheels'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/ScfoFrz_JiI/AAAAAAAAAjU/2i4O3TuRN0g/s72-c/Steel_Manual_Wheel_Chair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-7374875723436074934</id><published>2009-03-15T18:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:08:27.604+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightlife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><title type='text'>A fight to remember</title><content type='html'>Went out to a club on Friday night, cause my mates was trying to hit on this girl. I thought that if there's only a few of them turning up, the girl might felt a little awkward. So, I thought I just showed up just to lend a helping hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We first went to a pub for a few drinks, just to kick-start the night. We sat down and talked for 1/2 an hour. I don't really want to stay there and talk to anyone that time, cause it was so fucking noisy and I'm starting to have problems with my hearing. Fucking hate talking or meeting people in pubs. There's just no point and you can't know anyone in pubs. So I drank up my Guiness and usher them to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then proceed to the club next door. After entering the club, I've only realized that I've lost/dropped my phone. I tried calling my phone, and it rang 2 times and hung up. I know what happened then and that there's probably no chance of recovering my phone back. Lucky I've still got everyone's contact details in my other phone. Was a little pissed-off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sbzbya9RNTI/AAAAAAAAAiM/BcCmhKT0178/s1600-h/art_ep35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sbzbya9RNTI/AAAAAAAAAiM/BcCmhKT0178/s320/art_ep35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313363319666586930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Knowing that there's nothing I can do, I continued partying with my friends, or I tried to have fun. Then met another friend of mine in the club. He introduced some of his friends to me. We talked a little crap just to know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sbzbyn_uRWI/AAAAAAAAAiU/kAHzN29nQsA/s1600-h/Pills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sbzbyn_uRWI/AAAAAAAAAiU/kAHzN29nQsA/s320/Pills.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313363323166541154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, this FUCKING British drug addict came over and asked us if we have any pills? It was the first time someone in UK ever asked me something like that. We told him we don't have any, and he spit at my friend's face.... and this is what happened....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SbzgEq0hBhI/AAAAAAAAAik/SGBNWX8LTDU/s1600-h/mexican-wrestling-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SbzgEq0hBhI/AAAAAAAAAik/SGBNWX8LTDU/s320/mexican-wrestling-9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313368031208998418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started fighting in front of me. I wanted to help them by just kicking that fucking Brit or punching him at his ribs. Probably could snap 1 or 2 bones in his rib cage. But I chose not to do anything. It was already a bad day for me losing my phone. And if I get involved in this shit, I might just take it out in this MOTHER FUCKING drug addict, and appear in the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm considered a coward or being wise? It still bugs me. Was probably my only chance to fucking beat-up a FUCKING BRIT. There were 60 of us in the club, and him with his gf. Argh.... It's really bothering me...!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-7374875723436074934?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/7374875723436074934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/03/fight-to-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/7374875723436074934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/7374875723436074934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/03/fight-to-remember.html' title='A fight to remember'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sbzbya9RNTI/AAAAAAAAAiM/BcCmhKT0178/s72-c/art_ep35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-2185809728262608925</id><published>2009-03-13T03:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T04:17:55.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Nose Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312391344949131058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SblnyC-NdzI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/2upYTT_M050/s320/Red_Nose_Day_03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Red Nose Day is just tomorrow. Don't know why they chose it to be Friday the 13th?? Probably because it's bad luck to me??? Hehe... As I mentioned before, Red Nose Day is a day where people do something funny for charity, for example, shave your head and collect money for charity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know why the brits here like doing charity so much. It's like a disease here. Probably because the Brits like following people around them. When people around them started doing charity, they then felt a little 'guilt' for not doing it. Whatever..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think in their minds, they probably think that they are like a mother to Africa or India (never Oriental countries). They'll try to provide, try to give them stuff, try to do charity... blah blah blah.... Never seen them giving me money for charity....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312391350912060834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SblnyZL4jaI/AAAAAAAAAhg/cyhsE3Ah8HI/s320/William-Adolphe_Bouguereau_(1825-1905)_-_Charity_(1878).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312391343053706770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sblnx76TlhI/AAAAAAAAAhA/aLhNe1rdKH8/s320/charity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In their mind, they always think that charity is good, charity is cool, charity is fun, a pound from you can bring water to how many childrens.... and all those bullock.. If you ask the Brits, what do you see in the picture above?? Do you see someone doing charity and giving 6 person who're in need??? Well, I'll tell you what I see. I see someone taking money from 6 person easily and they are trying to get it back!!! Haha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over here, they have stuff called 'Corporate Responsibility' which means big companies have to do charity works. The picture below pretty much explains what it's meant to be. Make money, grow trees do charity and make more money and grow more trees.... Just like Wonderland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SblnybrgmoI/AAAAAAAAAhY/bVPlb7-DWIU/s1600-h/thm_jc_sto_impact_corporate+responsibility_low.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312391351581579906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SblnybrgmoI/AAAAAAAAAhY/bVPlb7-DWIU/s320/thm_jc_sto_impact_corporate+responsibility_low.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In reality, the true colour of Corporate Responsibility is like the picture below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312396005272617426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SblsBUB6gdI/AAAAAAAAAhw/AeJE7avCNKs/s320/corpolaugh_sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;What a joke!!!! The head of my business unit (very big cheese) don't even know that tomorrow is Red Nose Day. In fact, do you know how my company promotes itself doing charity works? They'll wait for it's staff to do something and just brand themselves when doing the charity work. For example, if I'm building a school in Malaysia, they'll ask me to wear the company T-shirt and take lots of photos of it.  What the FUCK!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another way of doing it, is by peer pressure. Few days ago, people have been passing on papers asking everyone to do charity for Red Nose Day. Of course I was reluctant and was hoping donating a few pence will do. Until I found out that everyone in the office donated at least 5 pounds. What if I've written there KEVIN YONG donated 5p. Haha... Would be a laughing stock!!! Haha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't really fancy charities.... Unless the money is going back to Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-2185809728262608925?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/2185809728262608925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/03/red-nose-day-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/2185809728262608925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/2185809728262608925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/03/red-nose-day-2.html' title='Red Nose Day 2'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SblnyC-NdzI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/2upYTT_M050/s72-c/Red_Nose_Day_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-8521529525796665109</id><published>2009-03-11T04:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T05:12:06.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><title type='text'>Hitting women</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311665275158680706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SbbTbOOcVII/AAAAAAAAAg4/09MeaL3yKXA/s320/slap-bitch-demotivational-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to the radio yesterday when I was travelling to site. Was really surprised to hear that 1 out of 5 men in Britain actually thinks it's alright to hit a woman. It was a serious radio debate about whether it is right or wrong for men to hit women. Hmm... interesting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, most of the men who hit women are due to domestic violence. Maybe because their wives nagged at them? Or maybe because their wives cheat on them? The guys have bad temper and resort to violence to let go of their stress. The guys got drunk... You get all sort of reasons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311665262637532434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SbbTaflKxRI/AAAAAAAAAgg/cFfwp7iN2Zg/s320/domestic_violence6_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;One of the most funniest reason that I've heard about why men were hitting women, was because the girl started the fight. No..., not quarrel, but FIGHT!!! As in, the wife used the pan to hit the guys head. Bear in mind that women here in Britain are super-sized that they could easily beat me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311665256907104290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SbbTaKO7YCI/AAAAAAAAAgY/-sdmi5Hbyqc/s320/Bitch_Slap-718-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think Britain is a nice place to be, think again. They too have their social problems like in Asia. Domestic violence still happens. So, if you wanna marry to a British guy, 1 out of 5 of them will thinks that smacking you in the face is OK!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SbbTa30RtrI/AAAAAAAAAgw/-QGC4y-LdJk/s1600-h/ronald-slap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311665269143353010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SbbTa30RtrI/AAAAAAAAAgw/-QGC4y-LdJk/s320/ronald-slap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-8521529525796665109?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/8521529525796665109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/03/hitting-women.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/8521529525796665109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/8521529525796665109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/03/hitting-women.html' title='Hitting women'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SbbTbOOcVII/AAAAAAAAAg4/09MeaL3yKXA/s72-c/slap-bitch-demotivational-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-6957314628583820041</id><published>2009-03-07T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T00:34:55.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sight seeing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightlife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><title type='text'>My gf's visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310468649236794498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SbKTGbSbjII/AAAAAAAAAgI/T_4Mn0SnNkA/s320/P050309_12.46.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this photo taken in WH Smith, a stationery store in Bath. They sell stationeries (obviously), maps, travel items, magazines and books in train stations and in the high street. But anyway, they're not important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wanna write about in this post is my girl friend's trip to UK. Well, she was here for 3 days and I accompanied her for all 3 days, from Heathrow airport until she departs from heathrow. Does that make me a nice guy or an ordinary guy? Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she reached here on Wednesday 6.30am, and I have to leave Cardiff by 23:20 the day before. Reached the airport at 3am in the morning and stayed in the airport until she arrive. We then had Traditional English Breakfast and went back to Cardiff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to do in a small place in Cardiff. So I thought I took her to Roath park, 15 mins away from my house. Just an idea of how Roath park really looks like. It was a nice weather although it was predicted that there's a hail storm. Guess my girlfriend is my sunshine and is a miracle to me. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310468630112657570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SbKTFUC4YKI/AAAAAAAAAfw/RSlXkO3uppo/s320/P040309_16.59.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310468635614329762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SbKTFoilO6I/AAAAAAAAAf4/WL1uibAiPGs/s320/P040309_16.59%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a sunny weather but still a bit chilly, so we had ice-cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310468644601135682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SbKTGKBNAkI/AAAAAAAAAgA/WuttKXitnpc/s320/P040309_17.01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day, we went to Bath, another small town in Britain. I find this town unique from other towns or cities in Britain. They have their own architectural feature where most of the buildings are made out of Bath-stone, which is the yellow coloured stone. Lots of old masonry arch bridges around this town. It's like an ideal place for a bridge engineer like me. Hehe... Getting a little geeky here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to the Roman Bath, where ancient Romans used to take a bath here. Because of the hot springs here, they're able to clean themselves here and some believe that it's a holy place for worshipping the gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, we're not allowed to enter the water and we didn't take a bath together. Haha...  So instead, we went around Bath and saw a few bridges that we've inspected. :D Felt so nice showing her what I do for a living. I guess the bridges don't really excite her that much, which I can understand. Haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a place in Starbucks and sat down for coffee cause her knee was hurting. I had black coffee as usual and she had one of those ice-blended drinks. We then had this chocolate cake, which is rich but a little dry. They probably kept it for some time or the weather made it dry. Either way, seeing her made my coffee sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SbKTG_dvPRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/DLeOI2h4R5A/s1600-h/P050309_15.48[01].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310468658947898642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SbKTG_dvPRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/DLeOI2h4R5A/s320/P050309_15.48%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a pub in Cardiff Bay that night. I wanted to show her the pubs in Britain, cause I think it's something very BRITISH or something that reflects the culture here. Yeah, the drinking culture. YES, it is. The pubs around here is smoke free, i.e. no indoor smoking, only drinking. The traditional timber decoration makes one feel warm and cozy. Not sure if she likes it, but I prefer pubs with modern deco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 3, I prepared breakfast for her with flowers, as promised. Haha... Me trying to be romantic, what a rare scene. Breakfast wasn't brilliant, sausages, fried eggs, orange juice and toast. Only realised that I can't cook breakfast and I can only cook lunch and dinner. Probably because I never have breakfast. Haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After breakfast, we walked around cardiff city centre to do some shopping. Then I realised that I'm really terrible going shopping with girls. I can't really give much comments cause I don't know much about fashion. All I see is either shirt or T-shirt, skirt or pants, long or short. Colour and cutting hardly cross my mind. In fact, when I buy my clothes, I don't even look at the price, as long as it fits well and feels comfortable, within my price range, I'll buy.  Haha.... but I will learn, so she can be happy while shopping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we went to the Heathrow for her flight. It is sad sending someone away, especially the one you love. Cause after that, it's an agonising 3 hours of coach back to Cardiff alone. It's not tiring, but the fact that I don't know when we'll see each other again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, her visit is the second most memorable days within 5 years in Britian, followed by my family visiting me. Looking forward for her next visit................. which is TOMORROW!!! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-6957314628583820041?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/6957314628583820041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-gfs-visit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/6957314628583820041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/6957314628583820041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-gfs-visit.html' title='My gf&apos;s visit'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SbKTGbSbjII/AAAAAAAAAgI/T_4Mn0SnNkA/s72-c/P050309_12.46.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-8008193746354267567</id><published>2009-03-02T04:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T05:09:33.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><title type='text'>Snooker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sar17dzp01I/AAAAAAAAAfo/FP2ag2U1zS8/s1600-h/snooker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sar17dzp01I/AAAAAAAAAfo/FP2ag2U1zS8/s320/snooker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308325512771916626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played snooker with my housemates in Rileys yesterday. I'm not a good player at all I must admit. Only played it a few times in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know that playing snooker can be quite stressful sometimes. Probably it's just me putting pressure to myself. Or I tend to concentrate too much rather than releasing myself. Not sure which way is the right way, but I should be there having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sar16ygV-EI/AAAAAAAAAfg/J2Wbx2fi4mU/s1600-h/mid-Snooker_break.ogg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sar16ygV-EI/AAAAAAAAAfg/J2Wbx2fi4mU/s320/mid-Snooker_break.ogg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308325501148198978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some might think that snooker in Britain is a posh game (or sport if you put it that way) for the rich. Well, it's not. It's only about 5 pounds per hour. Unlike the snooker clubs in Malaysia which is covered with smoke screen, the clubs in here are covered with beer or sometimes spilled drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's the thing about beer with snooker and beer with darts. To me, they just don't match. Drinking makes me loose concentration and sometimes woozy. How can I concentrate or aim accurately??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I don't understand about snooker, is that it seemed to be a posh game. All the professional players seem to be well-dressed with their shirts and vest. You probably get disqualified wearing flip-flops playing in the finals. Haha... I guess it's reputation that they wanna keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snooker is also one of the few games that has very little adverts in it. You only get gambling and adverts from casinos around the place. You won't see Ronny O'Sullivan wearing a shirt with a big advert or a big brand name at his vest. Could be something to be exploit for marketing. Hmm... Not a bad idea sponsoring Ronny with some menswear.... C'mon... even news presenters receive sponsorship from fashion designers to get some publicity....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-8008193746354267567?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/8008193746354267567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/03/snooker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/8008193746354267567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/8008193746354267567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/03/snooker.html' title='Snooker'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/Sar17dzp01I/AAAAAAAAAfo/FP2ag2U1zS8/s72-c/snooker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-8144954212191491656</id><published>2009-02-28T05:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T05:32:21.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Nose Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307588761722896066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SahX26RZPsI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Fe0SyRzWi10/s320/rednoseday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Nose Day is around the corner (13th March), which is the Friday in 2 weeks time. So what is this so called Red Nose Day???? It's a day where Comic Relief uses to raise money to do charity. This day is not something traditional, in fact it was first celebrated in 1985. It's celebrated every 2 years, hence you don't get to celebrate it every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307588755493527890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SahX2jEMoVI/AAAAAAAAAfA/b3QIvJJavmI/s320/COMIC_RELIEF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do you celebrate it??? Simple, you celebrate it by doing something funny and request people to donate money. Simple. For example, wear a red nose and walk around the street. HAHA!! Just how funny and weird would that be. HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307588761541867810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SahX25mO-SI/AAAAAAAAAfY/8kyBfRp82-M/s320/RedNoseWorker_450x348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After people had a good laugh at you, you can now collect money from them and say the money will go to Comic Relief. And you then started saying that your money will go to some place in Africa for some school, water scheme or hospital or food, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I don't understand about British. Why do they always help countries in Africa??? Is Africa really that poor after all these years??? I'm sure a lot have change in Africa and I'm sure there are other places in the world that need charity funds like China, India and Eastern Europe. In fact, I'm starting to think that the British government only do charity works to countries with rich resources and poor goverment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear in mind that the British goverment didn't do much charity works during China's natural disaster or the tsunami in South East Asia.  I'm sure there's a reason behind it. Perhaps it is Africa's oil??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't do donation here in UK simply because I don't trust them. I'd rather donate my money to my countrymen in Malaysia than to others that I don't trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SahX2vPeWnI/AAAAAAAAAfI/vB0sC5bmKFQ/s1600-h/PoorInnerHarbin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307588758762052210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SahX2vPeWnI/AAAAAAAAAfI/vB0sC5bmKFQ/s320/PoorInnerHarbin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-8144954212191491656?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/8144954212191491656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/02/red-nose-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/8144954212191491656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/8144954212191491656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/02/red-nose-day.html' title='Red Nose Day'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SahX26RZPsI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Fe0SyRzWi10/s72-c/rednoseday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-5911958267856407749</id><published>2009-02-22T00:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T00:41:02.344+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Getting bald</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just bought one of these from the pharmacist yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305289109078516322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SaAsVglfomI/AAAAAAAAAeg/PiTxlhPAVbU/s320/P210209_11.05.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is it??? Here's a photo up-close which I think everyone can read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305289118495850370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SaAsWDqwv4I/AAAAAAAAAeo/Qc3_yB5ccqo/s320/P210209_11.05%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup. It's a hair tonic for my hair, I mean my head. Not that I have much hair left on my head. Hehe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that my hair line have been receeding for the past 4-5 years, but I never bother about it. I don't know what's wrong with my hair. It has nothing to do with my family history. My brothers and my sisters have lots of hair and they are older than I am. Hmm... Here's a photo of me taken recently. Notice my hairline and my messy hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305289478993895586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SaAsrCoMYKI/AAAAAAAAAe4/x41dk4r_05o/s320/P14-02-09_06.37.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm only 25 this year and people have been misunderstanding that I'm 30... Not that I'm losing my confidence or anything, but just that I felt a little weird and annoyed needing to explain everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps I would look better if I'm bald.... But I think my head is not round and smooth enough for a skin-head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305289112486519202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SaAsVtSBoaI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/VLx2ttQn7Io/s320/bald_big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;But, it definitely look better than losing hair and only having a few strands of hair like Homer Simpson. Haha.... Hope I won't look like the photo below in the future.....  If this day ever comes, I will shave my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305289118751274146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SaAsWEnqNKI/AAAAAAAAAew/cThCWfqKOwE/s320/Wrold_27s_20hairiest_20man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see if this hair tonic have any effect on my poor head. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-5911958267856407749?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/5911958267856407749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/02/getting-bald.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/5911958267856407749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/5911958267856407749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/02/getting-bald.html' title='Getting bald'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SaAsVglfomI/AAAAAAAAAeg/PiTxlhPAVbU/s72-c/P210209_11.05.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-8901901617855790623</id><published>2009-02-20T03:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T04:05:50.359+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><title type='text'>Swimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304596020429057426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SZ21-cKf7ZI/AAAAAAAAAeI/FXfT6eUSM6g/s320/swimming_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went swimming yesterday. It's been a while since I last swim.... about 6 months I guess. Although they heat up the water so that it's not freezing cold, but it's just too cold. The weather here made me wanna go back to my house and not go anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm not a good swimmer like Michael Phleps or any superstar. Me wearing my swimming trunk during Halloween doesn't mean I'm a good swimmer, but it means I like swimming. I can't do Butterfly, back-stroke or even breast-stroke. All I can do is front-crawl and doggy-paddle. .. Haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, been wanting to show everyone how the pool looks like, but I can't really bring my camera into the pool or changing room or else they'll think that I'm a pervert... Not that I don't admit I'm a pervert...Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304596010573014210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SZ2193copMI/AAAAAAAAAdo/9fFZZlkxdYs/s320/eva-longoria-pool-bikini-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the Brits here like wearing bikinis instead of a one-piece. Yes, even the fat and ugly ones like wearing bikinis... From my experience and observations, girls who wear bikinis can't swim, but girls that wear one piece swim much better. Hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another funny thing about the pool is that the girls here like to put on make ups when they're swimming, as if they're doing synchronise swimming. Hehe... And you probably guessed it right.... their mascara got smudged all around their eyes... Haha... stupid slut... Trying to show off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for the blokes in Britain, they don't like wearing trunks. They like wearing pants and only pants. Yup, they don't wear anything 1inside... Hence, for those who wear white shorts, you get to see a big 'ding-dong'.... 'DING-DONG'!!!! Haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I manage to take some photos of the Sports Centre from the outside rather than from the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SZ21-AZ_ryI/AAAAAAAAAeA/UNKV5ijg84o/s1600-h/P180209_20.25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304596012977860386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SZ21-AZ_ryI/AAAAAAAAAeA/UNKV5ijg84o/s320/P180209_20.25.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SZ21-ExJnXI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Qu-1t1xRU3s/s1600-h/P180209_20.24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304596014148722034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SZ21-ExJnXI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Qu-1t1xRU3s/s320/P180209_20.24.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see, in this sports centre, there's a water theme park in it with all the slides in it. Will try to get a better photo next time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In conclusion, not all Brits can swim well, and they don't really have any ethics when it comes to swimming. How can you wear shorts or pants in the pool??? It's dirty!! Think about this. A guy spilled some ketchup on his pants and go swimming with his pants. Then, he doesn't have to trouble his mom to wash his pants anymore. Haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-8901901617855790623?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/8901901617855790623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/02/swimming.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/8901901617855790623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/8901901617855790623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/02/swimming.html' title='Swimming'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SZ21-cKf7ZI/AAAAAAAAAeI/FXfT6eUSM6g/s72-c/swimming_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-6738614898145374323</id><published>2009-02-18T03:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T04:22:03.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day in Paris</title><content type='html'>Apologies again for not updating my blog. Been busy in the office lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've spent my V day in Paris. Flew there to meet someone rather than flying there with someone. Yes, it's my first time spending Valentines Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She arrived in Paris early in the morning while I arrived around 11am. Met her in the train station around 1.00pm and went straight to her hotel to drop off my stuff. I was surprised to know that she bought lunch for me and also orange juice. After having my lunch, we went straight to Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303858057685827234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SZsWzWt0_qI/AAAAAAAAAdY/NGt1NW69I28/s320/P140209_12.59.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Took some photos of us on the train. Is she pretty??? She's mine and I'm not sharing it. Muahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303858038970377426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SZsWyQ_t5NI/AAAAAAAAAdA/AflCtzn5Xqk/s320/P140209_14.43.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nice smile??? Finally, my readers get to see photos of me smiling... : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SZsWzieLzAI/AAAAAAAAAdg/c9vk7YV7YoQ/s1600-h/P140209_19.08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303858060841438210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SZsWzieLzAI/AAAAAAAAAdg/c9vk7YV7YoQ/s320/P140209_19.08.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Took some photos of the Disney Castle at night. Nice??? She was so happy that she suddenly smiled and laugh... : )  I was happy making her happy... : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SZsWzBNPTmI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/bFaAXmtQtuk/s1600-h/P150209_11.07.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SZsWy7cNWFI/AAAAAAAAAdI/40pDafL3MLg/s1600-h/P150209_07.09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303858050364168274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SZsWy7cNWFI/AAAAAAAAAdI/40pDafL3MLg/s320/P150209_07.09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, it's official now!!! She's mine. That's my left hand and her right hand. Not both my hands. Haha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To be honest, I never have good impressions of Paris at all. The impression that Paris gave me was that it's full of people with attitude problems and poor customer service. People there are lazy and go on-strike for pay-rises every year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But, spending Valentines with her in Paris changed everything. I was actually really happy and had a good time. In Paris, I simply ignored everyone around us, and that made me feel... HAPPY.. Really appreciate all her effort in spending Valentine's Day with me. I'm really thankful that I met her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-6738614898145374323?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/6738614898145374323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-in-paris.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/6738614898145374323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/6738614898145374323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-in-paris.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day in Paris'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SZsWzWt0_qI/AAAAAAAAAdY/NGt1NW69I28/s72-c/P140209_12.59.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-8793711065265232244</id><published>2009-02-12T02:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T03:04:02.831+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><title type='text'>Valentine's Day plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301611308159297250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SZMbZUgHZuI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/GWPoB2S992w/s320/di-valentines003_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day is around the corner. How do you normally spend your Valentine's Day?? How would you spend your V Day this Sat??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301611307757152498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SZMbZTAPKPI/AAAAAAAAAco/p8aeI2yf1mU/s320/ultimate-sex-guide-for-newlyweds-af.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, funny thing about V Day here in Britain is that it's always associated with SEX. Is Valentine's Day all about sex??? Or do British have stronger sex drives??? The reason I'm writing about this is because most of the Valentine cards are all SEX related. I haven't got a problem with that, just that I find it funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, how would you spend your Valentine's Day this year??? I guess the following pictures might give you an idea of how to spend your V day.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301611303743673746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SZMbZEDWVZI/AAAAAAAAAcI/iUFxgmU9v4Q/s320/400px-Tour_eiffel_at_sunrise_from_the_trocadero.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A romantic trip to Paris? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SZMbqyI9XKI/AAAAAAAAAc4/t2KyTmklUxk/s1600-h/valentines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301611608173010082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SZMbqyI9XKI/AAAAAAAAAc4/t2KyTmklUxk/s320/valentines.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't give a fuck to Valentine's Day??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SZMbq1f9W9I/AAAAAAAAAcw/xEXIAG59su0/s1600-h/valentine%2520compact%2520roses-400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301611609074785234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SZMbq1f9W9I/AAAAAAAAAcw/xEXIAG59su0/s320/valentine%2520compact%2520roses-400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Roses for your partner???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SZMbZTcXDvI/AAAAAAAAAcg/d8rtRFI5kQM/s1600-h/Sex_Toys_Love_Kits_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301611307875110642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SZMbZTcXDvI/AAAAAAAAAcg/d8rtRFI5kQM/s320/Sex_Toys_Love_Kits_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A set of sex toys for your partner? (Applicable to guys or girls)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For yourself ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or use it together with your partners???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SZMbZaQAxAI/AAAAAAAAAcY/egiIlumHEkU/s1600-h/oimg_GC02775222_CA02776707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301611309702366210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SZMbZaQAxAI/AAAAAAAAAcY/egiIlumHEkU/s320/oimg_GC02775222_CA02776707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Get an expensive sex toy for private use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, doesn't matter how and where you're spending your Valentines Day, it's never too late for last minute arrangements. And, most importantly, don't forget your partners name.... Hehe... Just joking.... I mean, don't forget the 3 important words. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-8793711065265232244?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/8793711065265232244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-plans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/8793711065265232244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/8793711065265232244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-plans.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day plans'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SZMbZUgHZuI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/GWPoB2S992w/s72-c/di-valentines003_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-1878990685332352562</id><published>2009-02-11T05:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T05:19:04.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SZHu6Q08QbI/AAAAAAAAAcA/H0-iXeF_Wpg/s1600-h/mawg-sorry-730793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301280921108627890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SZHu6Q08QbI/AAAAAAAAAcA/H0-iXeF_Wpg/s320/mawg-sorry-730793.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SZHkLR4e2PI/AAAAAAAAAb4/3l6Ve5oZTds/s1600-h/mawg-sorry-730793.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those readers and visitors to my blog, I am sorry for not being able to update my blog that frequent. Have been caught up by someone special these days. Will share it with all of you next week. Hope you guys and girls can be a little understanding. Once again, I would like to apologise.... SORRY!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-1878990685332352562?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/1878990685332352562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/02/apologies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/1878990685332352562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/1878990685332352562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/02/apologies.html' title='Apologies'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SZHu6Q08QbI/AAAAAAAAAcA/H0-iXeF_Wpg/s72-c/mawg-sorry-730793.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-4681501146638055210</id><published>2009-02-09T04:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T04:15:02.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sight seeing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><title type='text'>Aberdare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Aberdare this weekend to visit a friend. For those who don't know where Aberdare is. it's a small village 40mins drive awat from Cardiff. Yes, it's a small village. It's so secluded that you'll see more sheeps and people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300522323411213890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SY88-EL0HkI/AAAAAAAAAbw/DcmFAZqYp4E/s320/Aberdare_cenotaph.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had dinner and chat for several hours. Yes, that's the best thing to do in a small place like Aberdare. There were no clubs or any nightlife entertainment apart from traditional old pubs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That place was so secluded that there's only 2 trains going there everyday. And I almost got stuck in that village, cause I missed the train. Have to trouble my friend to drive me back to Cardiff. Felt really bad about it. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300522323422952706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SY88-EOnPQI/AAAAAAAAAbo/iTMyJcIwmuI/s320/Aberdare.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-4681501146638055210?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/4681501146638055210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/02/aberdare.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/4681501146638055210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/4681501146638055210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/02/aberdare.html' title='Aberdare'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SY88-EL0HkI/AAAAAAAAAbw/DcmFAZqYp4E/s72-c/Aberdare_cenotaph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-4622846338037040519</id><published>2009-02-07T05:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T05:59:09.334+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Engineering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cardiff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>Credit Crunch in Engineering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299798857830343346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SYyq-03_orI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/pNcLQNY-YAQ/s320/creditcrunch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm starting to see more and more effects of the CREDIT CRUNCH in Britain!!! It's crawling nearer and nearer to me. And now, it's hitting some people around me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. This afternoon, I've just heard news that two of our competitors (Atkins and White Young Green) are going to shut down their local office (in Cardiff). Well, they're engineering consultants for those who're not familiar. Is that a good sign??? Hmm...  What do you think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299798859398092322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SYyq-6txliI/AAAAAAAAAbI/XY5HRY9AqLw/s320/burj-al-arab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of ATKINS' building that they always take pride!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299798861792355122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SYyq_DonIzI/AAAAAAAAAbY/MQdHp2E_R_k/s320/office_packing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now take this pride and move out of Cardiff!!!! Haha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, them shutting down will mean we get a bigger share of the regional market. However, that's also a sign that there isn't enough work for everyone. Meaning, the market had shrinked in size. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in this current economic climate, what sort of precaution have my company taken. Directors have been convincing us that the company is strong and robust and blah blah blah.... And we have not hired or fired anyone until now. So, their plan/strategy, is to ask employees (like me) to work some unpaid overtime. Hmm.... He said " As long as everyone chip in (sacrifice) a little, we will shelter this crisis, and we will be strong in the regional market... blah blah blah..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I don't own the company. I don't even have any shares in it. Why should I work for free??? I'm still not convinced to work for free. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder what will happen 6 months later. Economist have been comparing the credit crunch with the Great Depression in 1937...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299798868609865026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SYyq_dCCFUI/AAAAAAAAAbg/XdUePZinwCY/s320/the-great-depression.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-4622846338037040519?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/4622846338037040519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/02/credit-crunch-in-engineering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/4622846338037040519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/4622846338037040519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/02/credit-crunch-in-engineering.html' title='Credit Crunch in Engineering'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SYyq-03_orI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/pNcLQNY-YAQ/s72-c/creditcrunch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-3992843799294249458</id><published>2009-02-06T03:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T04:17:59.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dissapointed snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SYtAIPB-EEI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/1q2bx87Xk6w/s1600-h/day%20after%20tomorrow-765950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299399896749445186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SYtAIPB-EEI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/1q2bx87Xk6w/s320/day%2520after%2520tomorrow-765950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;So, it didn't snowed as much as I expected today. The Met office warned everyone in Cardiff that it's gonna be disastrous, and hazard warning was all over the place. I thought it's gonna be just like "The Day After Tomorrow". The local bakery shop was forced to open late, because they haven't got enough staff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, it turned out to be nothing. Only few bits of snow on the ground. Argh... So dissapointed. I thought I'll get the chance to see people riding sledges pulled by huskies on their way to work. Or even emergency services like the police and ambulance on sledges.... Hehe... It's a lil dramatic and funny to even think about it. Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299399910049020898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SYtAJAk1e-I/AAAAAAAAAag/eSXvB7tYKmQ/s320/spec6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guess the huskies get the chance to take a day off. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299399904435455842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SYtAIrqdR2I/AAAAAAAAAaY/Og6oeWPv8_0/s320/huskies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-3992843799294249458?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/3992843799294249458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/02/dissapointed-snow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/3992843799294249458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/3992843799294249458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/02/dissapointed-snow.html' title='Dissapointed snow'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SYtAIPB-EEI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/1q2bx87Xk6w/s72-c/day%2520after%2520tomorrow-765950.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-5605291753925646553</id><published>2009-02-04T03:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T04:13:28.452+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><title type='text'>Snow in Britain</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298661053222446114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SYigJ4aFZCI/AAAAAAAAAaI/GSwYURF9vA0/s320/xin_5420206021533781222234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298661055202300066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SYigJ_yHkKI/AAAAAAAAAaA/CFqk3T-Lkj8/s320/SnowDay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been snowing yesterday and today everywhere in Britain. Some call it a winter wonderland, but I call it a disaster....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know why??? With snow, and bad weather, you'll get flight delays... So, no holidays and no business trips... This will lead to crowded airports... followed by theft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SYigJGjVfGI/AAAAAAAAAZw/QvNM_m1xlhg/s1600-h/denver-snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298661039839476834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SYigJGjVfGI/AAAAAAAAAZw/QvNM_m1xlhg/s320/denver-snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SYigJkozjUI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/S7XoCixrk_k/s1600-h/384982820_b010202690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298661047915482434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SYigJkozjUI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/S7XoCixrk_k/s320/384982820_b010202690.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Secondly, you get frozen streets which makes it difficult to walk. I even slipped and fell this morning, and I got laughed by this little girl. Haha.... It was really funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, slippery roads also cause lots of accidents and traffic jams. A few of my colleagues who live in the valleys were stuck in the valleys because of the snow. Don't believe??? The only way they could get out of their valleys is to drive their tractors to the office, which will take 4 hrs. Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-5605291753925646553?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/5605291753925646553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/02/snow-in-britain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/5605291753925646553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/5605291753925646553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/02/snow-in-britain.html' title='Snow in Britain'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SYigJ4aFZCI/AAAAAAAAAaI/GSwYURF9vA0/s72-c/xin_5420206021533781222234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-635897373572147539</id><published>2009-02-03T03:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T03:12:54.880+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><title type='text'>Back to UK</title><content type='html'>2 weeks of Chinese New Year holiday is gone and I'm back to this miserable island, Britain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought that I would come back here at the worst time of the year. Just read the newspaper and it says that it's the coldest week in 15 years. I thought I could of miss the coldest week when I go back for Chinese New Year... Too bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, it snowed a little this morning. It snowed everywhere in Britain except in Cardiff. Argh.... Can't even play snow but just walk in the cold... In other cities, you get snow up to 5 inches today... Felt so jealous...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-635897373572147539?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/635897373572147539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-to-uk.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/635897373572147539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/635897373572147539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-to-uk.html' title='Back to UK'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-7691133298932500574</id><published>2009-01-19T12:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T14:14:09.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Up</title><content type='html'>I'm finally back from Cardiff to KL for CNY. Will be around KL for 2 weeks. I am hoping of getting the chance to meet some of the bloggers around KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're interested, please give me a call at 017 2240 628. By the way, this is my temporary number which will expire after 2 weeks. Give me a call and we'll arrange a suitable time and place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SXQBcZCxUrI/AAAAAAAAAZg/FSmJ0el8Ljs/s1600-h/s7300197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292857049337647794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SXQBcZCxUrI/AAAAAAAAAZg/FSmJ0el8Ljs/s320/s7300197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is strictly not a date request. It's just a meeting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SXQBcFPfoLI/AAAAAAAAAZY/44ANi1ow_8g/s1600-h/cover2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292857044022304946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SXQBcFPfoLI/AAAAAAAAAZY/44ANi1ow_8g/s320/cover2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-7691133298932500574?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/7691133298932500574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/01/meeting-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/7691133298932500574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/7691133298932500574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/01/meeting-up.html' title='Meeting Up'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SXQBcZCxUrI/AAAAAAAAAZg/FSmJ0el8Ljs/s72-c/s7300197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-7938012137171933605</id><published>2009-01-14T04:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T04:24:00.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Photo</title><content type='html'>Got another set of photos from last weekend's party. Went to this cocktail bar called 'Rococo'. Rococo is s style of architecture and decoration with shellwork, foliage etc. (I don't have a clue what it means).  Maybe someone could explain it better???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the cocktail bar wasn't really brilliant. When we went there on Thursday,  the cocktails were brilliant. But when we were there on Saturday, it tasted like an ordinary drink. I guess it's because they were busy on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to take some group photos in the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290873013470652786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SWz0-TeeaXI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Xq7MyTYNkXI/s320/3192047315_feb7b64d07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we asked some random guys (photo below) to give us a hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SWz0-1NHl4I/AAAAAAAAAZI/JRB64w0t2B0/s1600-h/3192034737_b8941c326d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290873022524659586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SWz0-1NHl4I/AAAAAAAAAZI/JRB64w0t2B0/s320/3192034737_b8941c326d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As a way to thank them, we decided to ask them to join us in the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SWz0-hf_8UI/AAAAAAAAAZA/MEUnogyjVos/s1600-h/3192038149_30dc740842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290873017235140930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SWz0-hf_8UI/AAAAAAAAAZA/MEUnogyjVos/s320/3192038149_30dc740842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But anyway, these British are not important. Haha... What I find interesting is maybe next time when I ask someone to hold the camera, I'll probably want to take a photo with them,  as a way of expressing my gratitude to them. Rather than treating them as a complete stranger. Probably, the world will be a better place after all... :D Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-7938012137171933605?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/7938012137171933605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/01/photo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/7938012137171933605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/7938012137171933605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/01/photo.html' title='Photo'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SWz0-TeeaXI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Xq7MyTYNkXI/s72-c/3192047315_feb7b64d07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-6420074415312000659</id><published>2009-01-13T04:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T05:08:57.340+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightlife'/><title type='text'>Paintballing</title><content type='html'>Went paintballing last Saturday with my friends at the outskirts of Cardiff. The place is located next to a farmland, where farmers breed horses/donkeys/pony??? I don't know which describes it best. But one thing for sure, this creature is a pervert.... Look what is it sniffing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SWuuYnVieLI/AAAAAAAAAYo/8QCTUzOh_4E/s1600-h/IMG_5560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290513925176195250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SWuuYnVieLI/AAAAAAAAAYo/8QCTUzOh_4E/s320/IMG_5560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad we haven't got much photos taken during the game. You wouldn't expect us to carry around cameras during the game. The camera is gonna be splashed with paints....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SWuuYBDH8qI/AAAAAAAAAYg/nvBGZ5nzKyg/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290513914898412194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SWuuYBDH8qI/AAAAAAAAAYg/nvBGZ5nzKyg/s320/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is one of the casualties of being shot by paint-balls. Looks like a rainbow... Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since it's a friend's birthday, we went clubbing and drinking. Nothing much happened really, cause everyone is tired from paintballing. So everyone went back to Raymond's to chill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290513925970709314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SWuuYqS9y0I/AAAAAAAAAYw/N2MpoXbv9wQ/s320/IMG_5663.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is just some random shots of me, as usual. I didn't drink much, cause I am scared of the guys sitting in front of me. They can slaughter me like a pig....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apologies if this post is a little boring, cause I haven't got much photos in it. I'm kinda packing my stuff back to KL for Chinese New Year. For those who wanna meet up, you can email me at &lt;a href="mailto:ycyong821@hotmail.com"&gt;ycyong821@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;. I don't have a mobile number in KL yet, but I'll get a temporary one when I reach back. Sorry about that, but this is the best I can do. Please understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-6420074415312000659?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/6420074415312000659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/01/paintballing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/6420074415312000659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/6420074415312000659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/01/paintballing.html' title='Paintballing'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SWuuYnVieLI/AAAAAAAAAYo/8QCTUzOh_4E/s72-c/IMG_5560.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-2781332501727146637</id><published>2009-01-10T03:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T03:13:43.247+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightlife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><title type='text'>Strip Club 2</title><content type='html'>Went to the other strip club in Cardiff yesterday night. There's only 2 strip clubs here in Cardiff, and it was a friend's birthday, so we've decided to go to the other club called "Fantasy Lounge".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SWefuo-yWlI/AAAAAAAAAYY/2lXc3Ld9tCE/s1600-h/PeepsStripClub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289371910993500754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SWefuo-yWlI/AAAAAAAAAYY/2lXc3Ld9tCE/s320/PeepsStripClub.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's much cheaper compared to the previous one we went to. Entrance fees are the same, and the drinks there are so cheap. Cheaper than the ones in the bar. 3 bottles of Alco-pop (Smirnoff-Ice) cost only 5 pounds. What a bargain... Next time I'll ask my colleagues to go there for after work drinking. :D Bet it will be odd and funny, since everyone in the office pretends to be serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SWefj7OnXjI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/y-jDaUcNalc/s1600-h/halo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289371726913166898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SWefj7OnXjI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/y-jDaUcNalc/s320/halo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A private lap dance with the dancers only cost 10 pounds!!! That's so much cheaper compared to the previous one. Hmm... I wonder where did all the money come from.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SWefj2yla5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/W6RyF62Zx_M/s1600-h/StripClub_wideweb__470x314,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289371725721856914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SWefj2yla5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/W6RyF62Zx_M/s320/StripClub_wideweb__470x314,0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyway, the club is not crowded with people. Maybe because it's a weekday. Most of the people there are probably taxi drivers. Don't look down on them.... Cab drivers here are fucking rich.... They buy houses by cash and now, they're the only person who can buy houses easily in Cardiff, despite the credit crunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-2781332501727146637?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/2781332501727146637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/01/strip-club-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/2781332501727146637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/2781332501727146637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/01/strip-club-2.html' title='Strip Club 2'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SWefuo-yWlI/AAAAAAAAAYY/2lXc3Ld9tCE/s72-c/PeepsStripClub.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-4618759797929480757</id><published>2009-01-08T03:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T04:14:48.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beggars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><title type='text'>Homeless people</title><content type='html'>Here in UK, you won't find beggars. Because they're called another name, "Homeless people". But to me, it's Same Shit, Different Packaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, homeless people here is not quite the same as the ones back in Malaysia. To be qualified as a homeless person, you'll need a permit. Yes, you need to apply for license/PERMIT to beg for money. Or else, the local authority (DBKL equivalent) or police can catch you. SO, before giving out any money to them, make sure you ask for their begging permit. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ever wonder why most of the homeless people here have a dog?? Because they like dogs? Dogs like them, cause they smell like dogs? Because British pity their dog more than them??? Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SWUKfOUOKjI/AAAAAAAAAYA/6d5kLf6Lv-8/s1600-h/homeless_sleeping_dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288644868951648818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SWUKfOUOKjI/AAAAAAAAAYA/6d5kLf6Lv-8/s320/homeless_sleeping_dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SWUKePLtVGI/AAAAAAAAAXw/lCTaj-tzE2A/s1600-h/Homeless%20cuddling%20dog%20by%20Kirsten%20Bole%20100%20dpi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288644852004508770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SWUKePLtVGI/AAAAAAAAAXw/lCTaj-tzE2A/s320/Homeless%2520cuddling%2520dog%2520by%2520Kirsten%2520Bole%2520100%2520dpi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288644854720652354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SWUKeZTSZEI/AAAAAAAAAX4/34ZzCS0-Nvg/s320/homeless_dog_beg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Or maybe their dogs can do the job for them???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, the reason why homeless people have a dog because they haven't got the 'License to Beg'. There are so called "Homeless Shelters' for them but not the dogs. These shelters are meant to provide them with a shelter so they're not homeless. Since their dog is not allowed to enter, in a way, they're free to beg for money anywhere in the streets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-4618759797929480757?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/4618759797929480757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/01/homeless-people.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/4618759797929480757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/4618759797929480757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/01/homeless-people.html' title='Homeless people'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SWUKfOUOKjI/AAAAAAAAAYA/6d5kLf6Lv-8/s72-c/homeless_sleeping_dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-2031344027128985800</id><published>2009-01-06T02:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T03:13:29.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightlife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><title type='text'>Hogmanay</title><content type='html'>I've finally got photos from the Hogmanay party in Edinburgh, Scotland. It was awesome... I thought it was a British or a Scottish thing, surprisingly, it's an international festive season. Lots of asians, austrailians and other races turn up for the street party... Yeah... they closed off the main street just for the party... The following are some photos that I've got from a friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287887817890359474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SWJZ9DV4aLI/AAAAAAAAAXY/XTsfuYNl18Y/s320/IMG_5350.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This is the ticket showing the map.... Don't really need to pay for it if you are there really early... I've wasted £10 for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SWJZ9svTtNI/AAAAAAAAAXg/AAqJgz8nuEI/s1600-h/IMG_5454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287887829002859730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SWJZ9svTtNI/AAAAAAAAAXg/AAqJgz8nuEI/s320/IMG_5454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look even the Mario brothers (sisters) turn up... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SWJZ89I8yPI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/z-ddEsDgvSs/s1600-h/_MG_5250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287887816225507570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SWJZ89I8yPI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/z-ddEsDgvSs/s320/_MG_5250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, Hogmanay is also being celebrated by the homeless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-2031344027128985800?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/2031344027128985800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/01/hogmanay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/2031344027128985800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/2031344027128985800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/01/hogmanay.html' title='Hogmanay'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SWJZ9DV4aLI/AAAAAAAAAXY/XTsfuYNl18Y/s72-c/IMG_5350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-1327093266743535623</id><published>2009-01-05T04:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T04:18:43.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>End of Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SWEYmUxSekI/AAAAAAAAAXI/a16azLVFLWw/s1600-h/WorkMonday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287534484199209538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SWEYmUxSekI/AAAAAAAAAXI/a16azLVFLWw/s320/WorkMonday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just finished ironing my shirts for the week. Everything feels so dull today cause it's the end of my year end holiday and it's back to work tomorrow. Argh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I had my time in Scotland but it just happen that there isn't any snow for skiing. Spent quite a lot of money during this month... I've been going out every week and I've been spending about 100 pounds every week.... It's just not like me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I can save enough money to bring back to Malaysia in CNY. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-1327093266743535623?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/1327093266743535623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/01/end-of-holiday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/1327093266743535623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/1327093266743535623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/01/end-of-holiday.html' title='End of Holiday'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SWEYmUxSekI/AAAAAAAAAXI/a16azLVFLWw/s72-c/WorkMonday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-364349048381752840</id><published>2009-01-02T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:46:14.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ski'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sight seeing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><title type='text'>New Year &amp; Ski Trip</title><content type='html'>Haven't been blogging for almost a week, cause i went Scotland for skiing. Too bad there isn't much snow in the mountains and the ski slopes aren't open.  SHIT! At least we're not the only groups who're dissapointed. We bumped into a few students who're planning to do canoeing and ice mountain climbing. They have to change their plans cause there's not enough water and ice... Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went sight-seeing around Scotland and took a few photos. Since I'm not really into photography, so I just tag along admiring the scenary. Photos below are some that I've taken, while learning the 'Art of Doing Nothing'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SV4WPJfRBLI/AAAAAAAAAW4/5Sm1CN0XxmQ/s1600-h/SNC00140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286687462080447666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SV4WPJfRBLI/AAAAAAAAAW4/5Sm1CN0XxmQ/s320/SNC00140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Frozen River - No water for canoeing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SV4WO0DWJSI/AAAAAAAAAWw/fG8ywjCfN4Q/s1600-h/SNC00119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286687456326198562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SV4WO0DWJSI/AAAAAAAAAWw/fG8ywjCfN4Q/s320/SNC00119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Winter can be colourful sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SV4VmaZIFiI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_Qpsk7mSsP4/s1600-h/SNC00044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286686762243462690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SV4VmaZIFiI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_Qpsk7mSsP4/s320/SNC00044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SV4VnOg6tUI/AAAAAAAAAWo/UFogJpvICOg/s1600-h/SNC00116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286686776234784066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SV4VnOg6tUI/AAAAAAAAAWo/UFogJpvICOg/s320/SNC00116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is frost, not snow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More frost, no snow, no ski...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SV4Vl0MhxuI/AAAAAAAAAWI/yslN3CiBCqU/s1600-h/SNC00065.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286686751990073058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SV4Vl0MhxuI/AAAAAAAAAWI/yslN3CiBCqU/s320/SNC00065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SV4Vm-su40I/AAAAAAAAAWg/H1JIiixbWYY/s1600-h/SNC00085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286686771989373762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SV4Vm-su40I/AAAAAAAAAWg/H1JIiixbWYY/s320/SNC00085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Soo, my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SV4Vmv8uY2I/AAAAAAAAAWY/n-niqN2mTBU/s1600-h/SNC00046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286686768029918050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SV4Vmv8uY2I/AAAAAAAAAWY/n-niqN2mTBU/s320/SNC00046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what I've learned from this little ski trip is that if you're after a pure white Christmas, Scotland is the place to be. Why?? You see white snow and frost everywhere. And most importantly, there's hardly any indians, chinese, blacks and other races.... It's a pure white stinking Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-364349048381752840?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/364349048381752840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-ski-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/364349048381752840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/364349048381752840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-ski-trip.html' title='New Year &amp; Ski Trip'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SV4WPJfRBLI/AAAAAAAAAW4/5Sm1CN0XxmQ/s72-c/SNC00140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-5923826705918742572</id><published>2008-12-25T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T20:22:34.062+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightlife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas in UK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SVN2XEZYkbI/AAAAAAAAAV0/-VCUNZraRhM/s1600-h/SNC00037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283696926525002162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SVN2XEZYkbI/AAAAAAAAAV0/-VCUNZraRhM/s320/SNC00037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Many probably wonder how British ppl celebrate their Christmas, or how Christmas is like in Britain. Is it more happenning?? Is it warmer feeling??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283696908887177298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SVN2WCsMuFI/AAAAAAAAAVc/nmFl_HtrjjA/s320/SNC00022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;First of all, you'll always see this so called Christmas market. They sell stuff produced by local farmers, such as cheese, (disgusting) sausage, (ugly) painting and crafts, knitwear and even liquor (YES, they make random liquor with unknown alcohol level... see how dangerous it is). Anyway, normally you'll see Christmas market 1 month before christmas in every town and city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people in the stalls are all farmers disguised as artists. They're fucking stupid and have absolutely no idea of running a business. The photo below will explain what the fuck is wrong. My friend is looking at something and the owner just sit there and do nothing! What the FUCK is wrong with her?? She's not even doing anything!! She's not even trying to persuade my friend to buy anything or persuading others to come to her stall. I bet she's only interested in how many sheeps she have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SVN2Wq6m8yI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ZF985A_qMwo/s1600-h/SNC00021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283696919685034786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SVN2Wq6m8yI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ZF985A_qMwo/s320/SNC00021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christmas eve itself, the photos below will explain how happenning the city celebrates Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SVN2XZMioBI/AAAAAAAAAV8/yhO4e_ezess/s1600-h/SNC00038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283696932108279826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SVN2XZMioBI/AAAAAAAAAV8/yhO4e_ezess/s320/SNC00038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is taken in the city centre of Cardiff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SVN2WQlCL0I/AAAAAAAAAVk/sgySVSc3c7I/s1600-h/SNC00035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283696912615223106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SVN2WQlCL0I/AAAAAAAAAVk/sgySVSc3c7I/s320/SNC00035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is taken outside my house in Cardiff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes. The labels are right. You don't see any decorations or anything as you've seen in TV, or probably the ones you see are from america rather than poor British. The streets are quiet and the whole city turns into a ghost town. Even rubbish man don't collect rubbish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;British actually hide in their pathetic small home with their families during Christmas. Hmm... Sounds more like Halloween to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, to all my readers and viewers, 'Merry Christmas and may the force be with you'. Haha... That's a bit futuristic... HAha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-5923826705918742572?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/5923826705918742572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-in-uk.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/5923826705918742572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/5923826705918742572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-in-uk.html' title='Christmas in UK'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SVN2XEZYkbI/AAAAAAAAAV0/-VCUNZraRhM/s72-c/SNC00037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-269296551161396695</id><published>2008-12-24T03:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T03:46:01.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas shopping - Primark</title><content type='html'>This afternoon I did some shopping for christmas and to get some stuff for my ski trip. The high street was full of people. All the shops are packed with people, just like any other ordinary Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I've realised something different. Most of the shops are packed with people, but there's hardly anyone queing up at the cashier. Seems like a lot of people just get in there to try new clothes and don't wanna buy anymore clothes. I guess this is due to the economic climate, and the people here are feeling the squeeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there's this one shop standing in the middle of the high street, where the queue is longer than the ones in the post office. It's Primark. For those who have done shopping in the UK will definitely know its presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283066657815765522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SVE5ImfRohI/AAAAAAAAAVU/IXXttXKt7pE/s320/primark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's so special about Primark. Well, they sell cheap clothings, with tolerable quality and up to date fashions. So how cheap, is cheap? I've got 2 pairs of gloves for my ski trip for 1.50 only. In terms of quality, I've been wearing their tie for the past 3 years and they're still here and still up to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My impression of Primark is that it operates more like a hypermarket for clothings. Normally, people carry a basket when they're shopping in Primark, and sometimes, you can see trolleys. I'm not joking, I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the items in Primark are all messy and all over the place including the floor (because there's too many people and too many clothes). It's always crowded in Primark, even during weekdays and non-festive seasons. Part of the security guard's job is to make sure that people queue up properly, rather than preventing theft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the products that they sell are so cheap, it's the last thing that cross my mind to steal from Primark. Haha...  What I'm really interested in is how and where does Primark managed to sell it's product in such a cheap price?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the products manufactured in China or India? There was once a report stating even if the goods are manufactured from foreign countries, it's still unable to bring down the price, due to taxes and transportation. There have been rumours that they've probably employed under-aged workers or they're involved in something else... Hmm... Probably money laundry?? Hmm.... I'm really puzzled....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone knows more about Primark? Please let me know. I'm very curious about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-269296551161396695?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/269296551161396695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-shopping-primark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/269296551161396695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/269296551161396695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-shopping-primark.html' title='Christmas shopping - Primark'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SVE5ImfRohI/AAAAAAAAAVU/IXXttXKt7pE/s72-c/primark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-5006269256603196599</id><published>2008-12-22T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:54:16.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sight seeing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightlife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Haven't been blogging these few days as I was busy arranging plans for Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're planning of skiing in Scotland. But the problem is, there might not be any snow in the slopes. Argh... This really puts us off... This sounds ridiculous, but I hope it's gonna get colder and colder these days... Or else our trip is gonna be fucked!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the ski slopes is really fucked, I guess all of us will just have to learn something called 'The Art of Doing Nothing'. I know many ppl have tried it in sandy beaches or somewhere with a warmer climates. But learning 'The Art of Doing Nothing' up in the highlands when it's cold... Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Following photos are some that I've got when I went skiing in Charmonix, France. I guess it's too ambitious to hope that Scotland will look half as good as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SU-JiUjpW9I/AAAAAAAAAUs/_65bLLv9CfE/s1600-h/ski+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282592110655658962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SU-JiUjpW9I/AAAAAAAAAUs/_65bLLv9CfE/s320/ski+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SU-JiByc5HI/AAAAAAAAAUk/M-rnp94Qxxg/s1600-h/skii+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282592105617482866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SU-JiByc5HI/AAAAAAAAAUk/M-rnp94Qxxg/s320/skii+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SU-JjOK-eBI/AAAAAAAAAVE/XuDIiZTemxk/s1600-h/IMG_4225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282592126121441298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SU-JjOK-eBI/AAAAAAAAAVE/XuDIiZTemxk/s320/IMG_4225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SU-Ji2ftj-I/AAAAAAAAAU8/jK8J6DOKFow/s1600-h/IMG_4168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282592119765962722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SU-Ji2ftj-I/AAAAAAAAAU8/jK8J6DOKFow/s320/IMG_4168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SU-JijZhqdI/AAAAAAAAAU0/m8-fFE0TUqo/s1600-h/ski+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282592114639743442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SU-JijZhqdI/AAAAAAAAAU0/m8-fFE0TUqo/s320/ski+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Anyway, apart from skiing, we're going to Edinburgh for the Hogmanay. Biggest New Year's Eve in the whole UK.  Can't really wait for it. I've been told that they close off the streets by 6.00 because the streets will be full of people... I mean ppl standing next to each other marching and can't do anything... Haha.... Let's just feed in to the crowd ... Haha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282595851953696002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SU-M8F-m7QI/AAAAAAAAAVM/A3P-JEPifx0/s320/hogmanay-edinburgh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-5006269256603196599?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/5006269256603196599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/5006269256603196599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/5006269256603196599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-trip.html' title='Christmas Trip'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SU-JiUjpW9I/AAAAAAAAAUs/_65bLLv9CfE/s72-c/ski+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-8160187477756588720</id><published>2008-12-19T03:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T04:05:09.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Housing in UK</title><content type='html'>Many of you like to know what sort of place or the what the environment is like in a British neighbourhood. Well, this is what it looks like in a 8.30am Thursday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aboslutely!!! There's nothing to see and there's absolutely nothing but rows of houses, just like in Malaysia. Difference is, these houses are older than our age (as in adding up my age and your age). These houses have a history of nearly 100 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SUqrBCCbEuI/AAAAAAAAAUU/L-tJpiwNZ48/s1600-h/SNC00009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281221547260580578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SUqrBCCbEuI/AAAAAAAAAUU/L-tJpiwNZ48/s320/SNC00009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like in the movies. When houses are up for sale, agents put up wooden sign boards at that house. Just like the one below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SUqrBxINOJI/AAAAAAAAAUc/b47fdOz3_qo/s1600-h/SNC00010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281221559901304978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SUqrBxINOJI/AAAAAAAAAUc/b47fdOz3_qo/s320/SNC00010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is the street where I am currently living. Took this random photos just to show you guys how ordinary UK is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-8160187477756588720?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/8160187477756588720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/12/housing-in-uk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/8160187477756588720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/8160187477756588720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/12/housing-in-uk.html' title='Housing in UK'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SUqrBCCbEuI/AAAAAAAAAUU/L-tJpiwNZ48/s72-c/SNC00009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-4749090887868659777</id><published>2008-12-17T04:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T04:36:40.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SUgNF7W92bI/AAAAAAAAAT8/xBPKDCC5zCA/s1600-h/honesty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280484958576433586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SUgNF7W92bI/AAAAAAAAAT8/xBPKDCC5zCA/s320/honesty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How many of you really think that "Honesty is the Best Policy", or how many of you still believe in it. Surprisingly, I still do. Haha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I went to this Japanese restaurant called Tenkaichi and I've left 2 packs of orange juice there. Only realised it hours after I've left the restaurant. Well, it's a small matter, only cost me 3 pounds.... Easy come, easy go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This afternoon, some random thoughts crashed into my mind. I got their phone number and phoned them, with a glimpse of hope that they'll keep my orange juice. Guess what, they really keep my orange juice. Wahaha... I felt so fucking lucky and said I'll come and collect them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the evening, I went to the same restaurant to collect it. It's the very same packets of orange juice that I've left there. It's in the very same plastic bag with the same receipt in it. What a miracle. I wanted to award the waitress who kept it for me, but she's not working tonight. Too bad then....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess in this society (referring to the whole world except british), there's actually nice and good people around us. It's just a matter of trusting each other. Haha... I felt like i've been touched by an angel.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280489326470512210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SUgRELCEPlI/AAAAAAAAAUE/nj9SatxpBCY/s320/angel_nude.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Not this Ji Bai angel lar.... The one below lar... Haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280489328168262610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SUgRERW129I/AAAAAAAAAUM/UZb4Eb0SQFg/s320/Angelwings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-4749090887868659777?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/4749090887868659777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-many-of-you-really-think-that.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/4749090887868659777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/4749090887868659777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-many-of-you-really-think-that.html' title=''/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SUgNF7W92bI/AAAAAAAAAT8/xBPKDCC5zCA/s72-c/honesty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-5007657846623437748</id><published>2008-12-12T03:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:07:02.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>Victim of the recession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SUFsxk3iBeI/AAAAAAAAAT0/6JPdfUtv1mg/s1600-h/1_Euro_coin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278619837220914658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SUFsxk3iBeI/AAAAAAAAAT0/6JPdfUtv1mg/s320/1_Euro_coin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SUFsSUsHoYI/AAAAAAAAATs/QHGMGQzA3P0/s1600-h/82101-xs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278619300302135682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SUFsSUsHoYI/AAAAAAAAATs/QHGMGQzA3P0/s320/82101-xs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like a victim of the recession today. British pound is falling like hell this month, cause the British government is cutting interest again. Shit! I hate this. I fucking hate it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The exchange rate now  is 1GBP to RM5.34. It's fucking low.... And the 1 GBP against USD is 1.5. Against Euros is 1.13. Shit!!! This is damn low and there are speculations saying that the rate against Euros will drop until 1.08!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really feel like a victim of the recession and I can't do anything. If I transfer my money to other currencies, I'm gonna need some british pound here because I'm staying here. If I transfer my money back home, I'll lose in exchange rates, I'll lose out in commission and also I won't get any interest as I don't have a foreign bank account. I feel so fucking helpless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From what I've heard, the economy in Malaysia is not doing very well either. Mainly due to instability in politics which deters foreign investors. The rise in crime rate also makes it difficult to run a business, let alone foreign investors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell you what the foreigners think about the economy in Malaysia is like. It's an oil production country, hence it's rich. Located in the South East Asia, lots of people often have the impression that our political stance is something similar like Indonesia and Thailand. Malaysia's reputation in corruption and bribery can be ranked in the top 10 countries in the world. Basically, we are just as 'competitive' as the government in China, or maybe worse. This is how bad it is. Sooner or later, we might have to compare ourselves with countries in Africa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so helpless in this recession. Can't do a thing and feel like a sitting duck. I bet it's worse for ppl who used to work in banks and have lost their jobs overnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-5007657846623437748?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/5007657846623437748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/12/victim-of-recession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/5007657846623437748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/5007657846623437748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/12/victim-of-recession.html' title='Victim of the recession'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SUFsxk3iBeI/AAAAAAAAAT0/6JPdfUtv1mg/s72-c/1_Euro_coin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-2813148298251779734</id><published>2008-12-11T04:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:33:48.589+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Engineering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas party</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278256858973721666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SUAipdhl1EI/AAAAAAAAAS8/3xJdWJPhelg/s320/Christmas%2520present%252023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It's the time of the year again.... Christmas... My office is having 'Secret Santa' among us this year, which means everyone will have to buy someone a present. I don't know what to get for my colleague. What if she doesn't like it? On top of that, my friends are exchanging presents too. So, another present for a friend. I'm really stuck in what to buy for my colleagues and friends, cause I hardly buy presents. In chinese culture, we don't buy presents, we just give money. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following are some random ideas that I had in my intoxicated mind, but most of them seemed to be too random and impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SUAipUZScLI/AAAAAAAAATE/EHd15yRTSeM/s1600-h/ChristmasPresent07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278256856522977458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SUAipUZScLI/AAAAAAAAATE/EHd15yRTSeM/s320/ChristmasPresent07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is said to be the coolest christmas present... Haha... Only in America??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SUAiqP_MucI/AAAAAAAAATc/60B2Jy4eMWw/s1600-h/omg-santa-250-x-335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278256872519678402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SUAiqP_MucI/AAAAAAAAATc/60B2Jy4eMWw/s320/omg-santa-250-x-335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secret gift for my colleagues.... Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SUAipqEpiyI/AAAAAAAAATU/e_K4xm4KpXQ/s1600-h/funny-pictures204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278256862341991202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SUAipqEpiyI/AAAAAAAAATU/e_K4xm4KpXQ/s320/funny-pictures204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This will be nice for the girls. It even squirts white stuff... How cool is that??? And I guess this should be quite cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SUAipi8rKHI/AAAAAAAAATM/QjVfHIuNBDA/s1600-h/funny_pictures_Christmas_Present_For_Him.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278256860429494386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SUAipi8rKHI/AAAAAAAAATM/QjVfHIuNBDA/s320/funny_pictures_Christmas_Present_For_Him.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope I can find my christmas present here.... Haha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I'll just make something and give it away as a present. Maybe a cheesecake or I'll cook something? Buying presents just isn't my thing. It's always the same old presents... chocolates, wine, gadgets.. At the end of the day, it'll be forgotten and thrown in the bin when someone moves houses. Better to make some food which can be eaten straight away or shared among everyone. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-2813148298251779734?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/2813148298251779734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-party_11.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/2813148298251779734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/2813148298251779734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-party_11.html' title='Christmas party'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SUAipdhl1EI/AAAAAAAAAS8/3xJdWJPhelg/s72-c/Christmas%2520present%252023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-7875741410405939455</id><published>2008-12-09T03:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:28:27.597+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightlife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Secret of Christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas is coming soon. I'm not a christian, but have anybody ever wondered what does Santa Claus, flying reindeer, a pine tree, presents, socks and all those stuff have to do with christmas??? I thought Christmas was just the birth of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started doing some research on my own. So who is Santa Claus? From what I've heard, Santa Claus is some generous guy who likes giving people money secretly. He help the poor secretly by dropping money or gifts into ppl's house without them knowing it. And this later on were turned into giving presents and then exchanging presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277510805634215906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/ST18HcQc7-I/AAAAAAAAASc/bJ3bN10mqkI/s320/fungus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what about flying reindeers? Before I explain anything, have you guys ever heard of 'Shrooms' or 'Magic Mushrooms'? It's a type of mushroom, which will make someone hallucinate and has been used as a drug a long time ago. These mushrooms are very rare. Shrooms act as 'catalyst' and your body doesn't absorb anything from it. So, certain ppl claim that it's safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277510807592217522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/ST18HjjRq7I/AAAAAAAAASs/gV-3jT_ApK8/s320/amaringo9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277510812493289138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/ST18H1zyFrI/AAAAAAAAAS0/1pit0ASk-xg/s320/901e1ddaba9a1803809b02c5168303eb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277510810560582530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/ST18Hum_U4I/AAAAAAAAASk/E6P2AL9-nbg/s320/reindeer_enjoy_their_work_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the reindeer business. Reindeers like eating these mushrooms. They can sniff them out and always dig them out and eat it. And yes, the reindeers like to get high and hallucinate. When they get high, they'll just jump around and runs around happily, although I've never seen one before. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do people find these mushrooms. Remember me saying that shrooms cannot be absorbed by the body... Well, what the ppl in the past did was to either to use a reindeer to sniff out these mushrooms or drink their urine.... Haha... Yes, you can drink the reindeer's urine and get high, and use your urine again and again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when the people drank the urine and started hallucinating, they 'saw' the reindeers flying. I guess that's the story of the flying reindeers. And probably, that's what people do during christmas in the older days. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if anyone of you ever wondered how it feels like to hallucinate? Well, follow the link below and follow the instructions. I think it's cool. Haha... Stare at your palm after staring at screen, you'll see your flesh moving. Haha... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.neave.com/strobe/"&gt;http://www.neave.com/strobe/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all my readers. I could probably be the first person to wish you all 'Merry Christmas'. :D Hehe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-7875741410405939455?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/7875741410405939455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/12/secret-of-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/7875741410405939455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/7875741410405939455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/12/secret-of-christmas.html' title='Secret of Christmas'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/ST18HcQc7-I/AAAAAAAAASc/bJ3bN10mqkI/s72-c/fungus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-818960149633409432</id><published>2008-12-08T04:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T04:36:19.623+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightlife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><title type='text'>Thekla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/STwwObcGbOI/AAAAAAAAASU/eANypSY-oqQ/s1600-h/Thekla.in.bristol.arp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277145887813299426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/STwwObcGbOI/AAAAAAAAASU/eANypSY-oqQ/s320/Thekla.in.bristol.arp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/STwwNvVC-MI/AAAAAAAAAR8/7RuNNzkllqM/s1600-h/Banksy.on.the.thekla.arp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277145875972552898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/STwwNvVC-MI/AAAAAAAAAR8/7RuNNzkllqM/s320/Banksy.on.the.thekla.arp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went clubbing in Bristol on Saturday night. The club is called Thekla and is on a ship in the river. The club was alright and plays electro musics.  The crowd was alright apart from ppl pushing against each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277145883433892866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/STwwOLH9_AI/AAAAAAAAASE/VRDrXpUpVmQ/s320/stars_thekla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277145887983826738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/STwwOcEwdzI/AAAAAAAAASM/BmO_C3c0M_4/s320/theklabig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you can see, the ship itself is actually a clubhouse. The decoration and environment makes me feel more or less like a sailor (apart from the gay thing....). The old ship, a bar, ppl dressing up as sailors.... It was something different and a new experience. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The people there were nice people and mainly youngsters of age around 18 to 22. Everyone was friendly apart from the pushing around in the dance floor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Something exciting happened that night. When I was sitting at one of the benches drinking beer, a British girl suddenly came over and sat on my lap. My friends were amazed staring at me and were laughing. That girl really caught me off guard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I then asked the girl if she's alright. She then moved away and came back sitting next to me. I ignored her because I know that we haven't got a place to stay in Bristol for some action. Besides, I was there for a friend's birthday, and I will feel bad fooling around with another girl. Too bad for that... Maybe miracles could happen to me again.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-818960149633409432?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/818960149633409432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/12/thekla.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/818960149633409432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/818960149633409432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/12/thekla.html' title='Thekla'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/STwwObcGbOI/AAAAAAAAASU/eANypSY-oqQ/s72-c/Thekla.in.bristol.arp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-6382383883559393355</id><published>2008-12-06T18:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T19:07:04.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276622972273874210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/STpUovQM1SI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/YWdwXV4wtIc/s320/2.1Inside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tonight, my company is having our official 'Christmas-Do', or Christmas Party. It will be held in 'Mercure' hotel near our office and it's gonna be a formal dinner. I was in the Christmas party last year, guess I didn't really like formal dinners so I'm not going there tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/STpUo6msswI/AAAAAAAAARM/8iIfECNE6YY/s1600-h/Formal%20Dinner%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276622975321027330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/STpUo6msswI/AAAAAAAAARM/8iIfECNE6YY/s320/Formal%2520Dinner%25202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate formal dinners. Around the table, you get ppl dressing up formally (which is what we wear everyday, suit and tie) talking about formal stuff. On the table, you get more cutleries and plates than the food itself. Everyone's movement is restricted and you can't talk or laugh loudly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276626977596146434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/STpYR4PcgwI/AAAAAAAAAR0/3NCk_QNU2IM/s320/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the worst part of the dinner.... The pathetic western food. This is what a typical British will have for Christmas Dinner. Roast turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce, carrots and roast potatoes. I don't really like them. Turkey is one of the cheapest meat and has no flavour in it. So they'll roast the turkey with lots of herbs when roasting it. It doesn't make any difference, because the turkey is still dry and tasteless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;British food is all about appearance. By just arranging the food in the dish a little bit, pour some sauce/gravy around the meat, sprinkle whatever random herbs, and it will be a 5 star dinner.  Doesn't matter what they taste like, because they only care about the appearance and the alcohol after the dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276622974098532050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/STpUo2DO5tI/AAAAAAAAARE/SDi0kYsz3wY/s320/1291498797_29a2dba57c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I think roast potatoes are the best dish that British can ever produce. Anything other than that would either be cooked by others or it tasted like shit. So how to make a good roast potato. Boil the potato until it is partially cooked, drain the water, rub duck fats around the potato (this is essential) and roast it in an oven until it turns golden brown.  Just how simple is that??? Fucking British can't cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/STpUpOYFQoI/AAAAAAAAARc/c8d-sZjfAvw/s1600-h/xmas_pud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276622980628431490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/STpUpOYFQoI/AAAAAAAAARc/c8d-sZjfAvw/s320/xmas_pud.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, here comes the worst dessert of all... the fucking 'Christmas Pudding'... Don't be deceived by its appearance. It's something like a fruit cake with raisins and berries. You will then pour some brandy on top of the cake and eat it. Some prefer to flame the brandy before eating it, as shown in the picture above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Screw the company christmas dinner. I'd prefer clubbing in Bristol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276624332142557298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/STpV35KKOHI/AAAAAAAAARk/otWrtl-ckXU/s320/Maces__Flails_Ancient_Weapon_YK-0413_1595.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Not this club... But I would fancy using this club to smash something up. Haha.... I'm violent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276624332073239858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/STpV345ohTI/AAAAAAAAARs/kugA54b3RZ4/s320/clubbing3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We're going to this club in Bristol which is on a ship. Not sure if there's any chance to meet some girls there, as I will lost my 'home ground' advantage. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-6382383883559393355?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/6382383883559393355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-party.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/6382383883559393355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/6382383883559393355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-party.html' title='Christmas Party'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/STpUovQM1SI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/YWdwXV4wtIc/s72-c/2.1Inside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-5497080651090029011</id><published>2008-12-04T04:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T05:10:38.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cardiff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><title type='text'>Cold winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's so fucking cold here today. It started snowing in Manchester, Leeds, North Wales and even london. But not here in Cardiff. Haha... But anyway, it's still cold!!!! Too cold to bother do anything....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Those of you who like it here because it's cold, it's 0 degree celsius already. It means the water in the streets are frozen and slippery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It means the air here is dry (Most of the moisture content freeze and dry). It means your lips are all cracked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275671589066739330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/STbzW8nxjoI/AAAAAAAAAQs/yvQoElOgTFE/s320/322959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Not those lips... Hmmm.... not sure if they'll dry out... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275671592698862066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/STbzXKJvWfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/W7LMGNGngVo/s320/cheilitis_44018_med.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I mean these lips....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;If you really wanna know how cold it is over here, go to the freezer, look at the frozen chicken. Touch it, and this is how cold my hands are. Now imagine yourself as the chicken in the freezer for a few months. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275669608092893778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/STbxjo6zglI/AAAAAAAAAQc/rV8ZV1_XYRY/s320/2532951241_edcfc61e48.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you're homeless here, and you might get one of these... Frost Bites.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/STbxjrDuGwI/AAAAAAAAAQk/o9hf5pBx7fE/s1600-h/frostbite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275669608667159298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/STbxjrDuGwI/AAAAAAAAAQk/o9hf5pBx7fE/s320/frostbite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look at the black finger tips... It's called frost bites... This is what you get if you sleep in the streets if you wear torn socks and shoes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is how cruel winter is... It's not fun, it's fucked!!! And I'm now sick again, so I'm on sick leave tomorrow. Woohoo....!!! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-5497080651090029011?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/5497080651090029011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/12/cold-winter.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/5497080651090029011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/5497080651090029011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/12/cold-winter.html' title='Cold winter'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/STbzW8nxjoI/AAAAAAAAAQs/yvQoElOgTFE/s72-c/322959.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-6594959191060219577</id><published>2008-12-03T04:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T05:09:34.938+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><title type='text'>Frog legs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It was a friend's birthday yesterday. We went to this Chinese restaurant near my house to have dinner. The restaurant itself was quiet and looks more or else like a 'Chinese Restaurants for Westerners'. Haha... The reason we were there because one of us recommended the restaurant so we thought we'd give it a try. (I wasn't too sure about this at first.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I sat down and read the menu, I'm surprised that they serve proper chinese food. You know, not those 'Kung Pow Chicken', 'Sweet and Sour Chicken', 'Dragon Fried Rice', 'ChowMein', 'Spare Ribs' etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What made me surprise the most, is that they serve frog legs. Haha... Yes, frog legs in UK... 田鸡 This made me even more excited, and we ordered it too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275298827662000978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/STWgVYLUA1I/AAAAAAAAAQM/CoCzE_GRMvw/s320/frog_legs.jpg.rZd.94482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Not this kinda frog legs... Haha... This kind of frog is poisonous one... Cannot eat one... You can only lick... Haha.... What the fuck???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275298829480657842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/STWgVe86g7I/AAAAAAAAAQU/tGP9qA4FIWM/s320/frog_legs55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It's this kind of frog legs... I wonder where they get these from?? I don't see them in supermarket or anywhere. Hmm... Probably something illegal in UK... Haha... Whatever lar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frog legs just made me think back when I was a kid. Every morning follow my mom or dad to the market and watch them skin the frogs. Haha... Managed to find this little video clip from Youtube, showing how the frogs got skinned.... Amitaba....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess all readers and visitors are old enough to watch this. Because if you're under 18, you're not allowed to visit my blog because it's full of thoughts from my intoxicated mind... Hehe... But fuck it lar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O1B_Z_i5uiQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O1B_Z_i5uiQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-6594959191060219577?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/6594959191060219577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/12/frog-legs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/6594959191060219577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/6594959191060219577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/12/frog-legs.html' title='Frog legs'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/STWgVYLUA1I/AAAAAAAAAQM/CoCzE_GRMvw/s72-c/frog_legs.jpg.rZd.94482.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-761408192826028877</id><published>2008-11-30T18:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:04:07.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, my friends and I nearly got involved in a fight. The boss cheated his gf's salary (approximately 400 pounds). Finally, a chance to get involved in a fight in Britain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274397192042080914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/STJsTRv8apI/AAAAAAAAAPs/eY6t62QroOQ/s320/slave_leia_pillow_fight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No... I also wish i had a chance to have pillow fight with these girls.... I mean a real fight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/STJsTaSLSCI/AAAAAAAAAP0/E3Jm0lYlpNA/s1600-h/young-and-dangerous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274397194333145122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/STJsTaSLSCI/AAAAAAAAAP0/E3Jm0lYlpNA/s320/young-and-dangerous.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is more like... At least it was how I felt. Cause when my friend asked me if I wanna beat up someone, I was holding the kitchen knife... Hmm.... Hehe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway, no fight broke out. The boss said he'll pay her back the money and everything is settled.... Haha... another close encounter.... Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-761408192826028877?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/761408192826028877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/11/fight.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/761408192826028877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/761408192826028877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/11/fight.html' title='Fight'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/STJsTRv8apI/AAAAAAAAAPs/eY6t62QroOQ/s72-c/slave_leia_pillow_fight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-1401850564231585762</id><published>2008-11-29T03:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T03:22:10.560+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><title type='text'>India hotel bombing</title><content type='html'>I'm sure many have heard about the bombing in the Indian hotel. Killing and injuring many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something very suspicious about this bombing event. The newspapers here said the gunmen were equiped with automatic weapons and grenades, and they were aiming for British and American passport holders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... With an automatic weapon and grenades, they could only kill 1 British and injure 13 British. Another strange thing is, they've killed and injured more Indians than British or Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either the gunmen are fucking retards or they don't know how to use their weapons. Or the local indians are protecting the British and Americans, resulting higher casualties. But this is still nonsense. I'm not convinced of what the newspaper said and I'm sure there's more dead British and American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the British government here will try to do something, but i don't think they have the ability to go to war. They've got more things to worry about. A war against India will only make British poor, because of logistics and the war will last quite long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/STBAqUd2D0I/AAAAAAAAAPk/e2qGzTkhEvY/s1600-h/india_bomb_cp_9637013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273786259443420994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/STBAqUd2D0I/AAAAAAAAAPk/e2qGzTkhEvY/s320/india_bomb_cp_9637013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/STBAqXNJmwI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_DT07uQaIbA/s1600-h/_42942827_shoe_afp416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273786260178705154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/STBAqXNJmwI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_DT07uQaIbA/s320/_42942827_shoe_afp416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-1401850564231585762?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/1401850564231585762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/11/india-hotel-bombing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/1401850564231585762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/1401850564231585762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/11/india-hotel-bombing.html' title='India hotel bombing'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/STBAqUd2D0I/AAAAAAAAAPk/e2qGzTkhEvY/s72-c/india_bomb_cp_9637013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-641046689645524172</id><published>2008-11-27T04:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T05:12:45.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Engineering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>Lost a Bid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SS20MTt6FQI/AAAAAAAAAPM/LBLw4azexBU/s1600-h/carmarthenshire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273068862264972546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SS20MTt6FQI/AAAAAAAAAPM/LBLw4azexBU/s320/carmarthenshire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is another sad sad day in the office. Everyone in the office is very depressed and most of the managers and directors are all worried. We lost a bid for a framework contract.... T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The client is Camarthenshire County Council (CCC), and we have worked together for more than 5 years. Sadly, we've lost in the tender. Almost half of the work/jobs in our office comes from CCC, and we've lost it!!! We even opened up a new office in Camarthen so that we're more competitive, but we lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273068853421887122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SS20LyxjTpI/AAAAAAAAAPE/axt_SBtSjgE/s320/Carmarthenshirelong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You see the bunch of roads in the west of Britain. That's where Camarthen is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loosing in this bid means most of the staff in our office will be redundant. Probably some staffs will move to other offices while some unlucky ones will be sacked. The recent increase amount of work from the Highways Agency will probably absorb some staffs from our team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the office are all depressed and worried. Our colleagues in the new Camarthen office is getting a little paranoid and have been ringing us frequently. Oh dear....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273068848533856818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SS20LgkJ4jI/AAAAAAAAAO8/jqc7T-nLsDU/s320/6a00d83451e1f069e200e55082daca8833-800wi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273068862470067970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SS20MUezlwI/AAAAAAAAAPU/wgeQNewyaKI/s320/Depression%2520from%2520defence%2520magazine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if I got sacked??? I'm not too worried about that, because normally they would aim for managers first, simply because they have higher salaries. Although pawns like me are dispensable, I'm not worried. If I got sacked because of redundancy, the company will have to compensate... Hehe... So please... sack me.... And if I really get sacked, I'll just get back to Malaysia and start my life.... because I'm not really having a good time here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-641046689645524172?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/641046689645524172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/11/lost-bid.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/641046689645524172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/641046689645524172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/11/lost-bid.html' title='Lost a Bid'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SS20MTt6FQI/AAAAAAAAAPM/LBLw4azexBU/s72-c/carmarthenshire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-2220059138535182691</id><published>2008-11-26T02:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T05:13:16.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><title type='text'>Everything is Temporary</title><content type='html'>Working and living in a foreign country is very different from living at home. Everything around me seems to be temporary. For example, the room I am staying is temporary. The warm clothings I wear are more or less temporary (not gonna wear them in Malaysia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rent a room here in Cardiff. Everytime the rental contract expires, I look for better deals elsewhere, and I move out. This works both ways to me and my housemates. Even if I stay, my housemates may wanna move out and new housemates move in. Everything in the house is temporary, because I've been moving houses every year. Whenever people move houses, people throw away lots of stuff such as plates, foods etc. What a waste....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saddest thing is even the people around is temporary. Not because of arguements, but because the friends around move around. People move around for many reasons such as graduation, job offer in another city, back to Malaysia, back to China etc... I guess, living in a foreign country gives you the opportunity to meet lots of people, but you sacrifice knowing them well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mindset of 'temporary' is really killing me from inside... Everything that I've done and will be doing in the UK, are all worthless.... Because everything around me is in a temporary state and the stuff that I've done here might not be transferable/suitable in Malaysia. I am getting less and less motivated at work. The only thing that I have permanently is CASH!!!! Yes, I am a slave of money, because there's just nowhere to spend your money here in Cardiff...!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-2220059138535182691?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/2220059138535182691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/11/everything-is-temporary.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/2220059138535182691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/2220059138535182691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/11/everything-is-temporary.html' title='Everything is Temporary'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-7962472841026488249</id><published>2008-11-23T00:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T05:16:05.143+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><title type='text'>Winter in Britain</title><content type='html'>Another weekend, another rainy day in Cardiff. It's getting colder and colder, and the temperature outside is about ranges between 4 and 8 degree celsius. It made the whole street quiet because nobody wanted to go out in the cold. The best part is, it gets dark around 4 o'clock today. Could you believe that??? I guess winter is coming, or it's already here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is winter like in Britain??? Do you get to see these???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSg3YRdkP3I/AAAAAAAAAOc/NYACMRBetcU/s1600-h/winter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271524253980966770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSg3YRdkP3I/AAAAAAAAAOc/NYACMRBetcU/s320/winter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Frozen lake???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSg3YtagriI/AAAAAAAAAOk/0M-DZNAcvT4/s1600-h/winter_depression.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271524261484342818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSg3YtagriI/AAAAAAAAAOk/0M-DZNAcvT4/s320/winter_depression.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clear white snows???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSg3YaU5hVI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7HncHEzJo8Q/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271524256360531282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSg3YaU5hVI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7HncHEzJo8Q/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pure white snows??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dream on....!!! First of all, winter=cold. You can't see coldness... It doesn't snow very often here in Britain. Maybe 3 to 4 times in a year. And the snow you get in Britain are wet snow, not dry snow in other European countries. So what the hell is wet snow and dry snow???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271527030843742290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSg556FPmFI/AAAAAAAAAOs/pMdhYVdHYB8/s320/a-winter-snow-blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is wet snow... It's wet and the dirt sticks to it easily.... And when you pick them up, they melt and your hands/ gloves gets wet. You'll find this in UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271527031324925346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSg557393aI/AAAAAAAAAO0/-708GaWiHE4/s320/sunpeaks1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is dry snow.... It's dry and powdery... You pick it up and it's powdery. It doesn't stick to dirt that easy.... And you won't find this in UK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of ppl would wish that they are here in a cold climate country, rather than in a tropical country like Malaysia. But my experience tells me, being in a hot climate is definitely better than a cold one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;During winter, you won't even wanna step outside your door for even a 5 mins for a smoke. Let alone go shopping. You don't get big shopping malls here. Shops are normally opened along the high streets rather than in a big complex. So it's more freezing time... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For ppl who drive over here, it's worse. You get frost in your window every morning and you'll have to scrap them off or pour hot water on them. To make things better, when you're in your car (which is cold) you'll turn on your heater. Once you're driving, the windscreen starts to blur and you'll have to wipe it every minute... And when it snows, the road freezes and you'll be ice-skating with your car. Just how fun could that be??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Winter ain't no good thing. The photos and movies you see in Winter Sonata and other films tend to portray that winter is fun. Children playing snow balls... But it's not!!! It's totally fucked up!!! It will ruin your day or it'll make you wanna stay at home and do nothing... Not even going out to the market for groceries. So, you'll ended up hungry, dried and dead.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-7962472841026488249?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/7962472841026488249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/11/winter-in-britain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/7962472841026488249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/7962472841026488249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/11/winter-in-britain.html' title='Winter in Britain'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSg3YRdkP3I/AAAAAAAAAOc/NYACMRBetcU/s72-c/winter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-7738369834919627351</id><published>2008-11-22T04:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:54:38.126+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cigars and ciggarettes'/><title type='text'>Cigar &amp; Ciggarettes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today my backside got itchy and I went to buy a pack of Hamlet to try. Hamlet is actually a brand of cheap mini cigars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271214920476333106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSceCsW7FDI/AAAAAAAAANU/ftX79ZNfQcY/s320/hamlet_mini.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Didn't really like it though... I did what every cigar smokers do. Don't inhale it, just let it flow around the mouth cavity... But I still don't like it.... I could feel the tobacco sting around my mouth, tongue and throat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway I still prefer ciggarettes. And I prefer Dunhill from Malaysia. So, anyone coming to the UK, could you buy me 1 carton.... I miss my Dunhill.... Ciggarettes in Malaysia is so much stronger than other countries. If I've not mistaken, we're ranked no. 2, and no.1 is Portugal. Haha... The Dunhill in Malaysia is not only two times stronger than the ones here, but it's so much cheaper.... Sigh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271214916427906530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSceCdRs_eI/AAAAAAAAANM/pmdGCsH4Ssw/s320/dunhill_new.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since I've got no Malaysian Dunhill for the time being, I've seeked alternative. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271214918490215170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSceCk9ZUwI/AAAAAAAAANc/alhcD2gYYc4/s320/lambert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know that smoking is very bad for my health and it will increase my chance of getting cancer and all sort of heart disease. I've tried quitting them, and I succeeded. But what's the point of quitting tobacco?? So what?? I don't feel better or worse... I've got money to spend on tobaccos.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's just nothing to do in this damn island called Britain. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-7738369834919627351?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/7738369834919627351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/11/cigar-ciggarettes.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/7738369834919627351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/7738369834919627351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/11/cigar-ciggarettes.html' title='Cigar &amp; Ciggarettes'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSceCsW7FDI/AAAAAAAAANU/ftX79ZNfQcY/s72-c/hamlet_mini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-8560737767970693803</id><published>2008-11-21T02:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:54:54.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>Recession in UK 2</title><content type='html'>It's happening now.... The British government are taking action to curb the recession. Apart from cutting the interest rate to stimulate the economy, the government here have also planned to beef up the infrastructure in the country. Infrastructure such as highways, high speed railways, power station, water treatment plant, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270812622308758034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSWwJ25b0hI/AAAAAAAAAM8/EisPWMKlsQg/s320/mg_1193416174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Highways Agency (HA)in UK (equivalent to Lembaga Lebuhraya Nasional) is responsible of maintaining the highways and the trunk roads in the UK. And they're big government organisations with lots of money and redundancy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My company is involved in some of HA works in the country. We cover the whole M4 and M5(from Cardiff to London and Cardiff to Birmingham, M4 is approximately 280miles). This morning, I've heard a big news from the HA. They've decided to double our outputs to them. In other words, we have to produce twice the amount of work that we used to do with double the price (but the rates are the same).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270812624269040834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSWwJ-MzXMI/AAAAAAAAANE/I_QKc5B3zqM/s320/map_uk_links.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is an indication that the British government is starting to pump more funds/money to stimulate growth. So how much have they've decided to pump? More maintenance works means more works to the contractors to stimulate other industries. For our region in the M4 adn M5, they've planned to spend approximately £25million pounds in a year!!!! Could you believe that?? It's like building 1/4 of the whole highway. Fucking hell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what do you guys think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-8560737767970693803?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/8560737767970693803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/11/recession-in-uk-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/8560737767970693803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/8560737767970693803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/11/recession-in-uk-2.html' title='Recession in UK 2'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSWwJ25b0hI/AAAAAAAAAM8/EisPWMKlsQg/s72-c/mg_1193416174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-1134569454472308492</id><published>2008-11-20T02:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T03:37:29.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chavs worse than samseng</title><content type='html'>Today, I'm gonna introduce another side of Britain, the other side of Britain that tour guides will never see or even know their presence. It's the true Britian INIT!!! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now introduce you to a "Chav". Or if you wanna call them in a polite way, you can call them "Commoners". That's what polite ppl refer them as, I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some photos of them possibly in a pub (not club because they'll be refused entry).  These are the typical clothes that they always wear, tracksuits, cap and hoodie. They like posing as if they're in a brawl or something.  The way they greet each other, is by knocking each other in the head... Haha... They are funny beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270446601045080386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSRjQnb0-UI/AAAAAAAAAMc/APSL-IwG_kc/s320/chav-scum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270446598983741554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSRjQfwXcHI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ZBh5-uunYNQ/s320/chav-48372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These chavs aged between 14 to 21. They're normally involved in those football hooligan fights and other crimes. But you can be sure that they're trouble makers. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSRjRDO7hGI/AAAAAAAAAMs/-MEjarG1t3U/s1600-h/chav-42885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270446608507176034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSRjRDO7hGI/AAAAAAAAAMs/-MEjarG1t3U/s320/chav-42885.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is another photo of a chav doing what they do everyday. Hang around in a playground or somewhere and have a spliff. So what's a spliff? Spliff= the bomb=the shit= weed= cannabis= marijuana= ganja= a joint etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys notice the cap that he's wearing, it's not Burberry. It's a fake one. Chavs somehow like wearing fake Burberry caps and T-shirts. I don't know why, but it's very obvious. Look at him, him in his own world after his spliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you guys know, cannabis is very common in the whole Britain and is easily available. All you need to do, is just ask one of these chavs, or ask any university students who're british. It's so common that in every white students' party, you'll get ppl smoking cannabis. Sometimes, the host will put a glass full of rolled cannabis on the table for everyone. Haha... I bet you can even get them from your neighbour if you happen to run out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Cannabis is a problem here and will always be a problem here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSRjQ9083WI/AAAAAAAAAMk/MISksV2gUzI/s1600-h/Little-Britains-Vicky-Pollard-1264976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270446607056035170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSRjQ9083WI/AAAAAAAAAMk/MISksV2gUzI/s320/Little-Britains-Vicky-Pollard-1264976.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The photo above shows a typical chav's girlfriend. Notice the similarity? They like wearing tracksuits... Haha... You can spot if a girl is a chav by noticing their hair. If they happen to tie their hair really really tight, you know that she's a chav, and YES she smokes cannabis too. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSRjP0F5qXI/AAAAAAAAAMM/DtwjlM5UAxk/s1600-h/39519414_64230809bf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270446587262904690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSRjP0F5qXI/AAAAAAAAAMM/DtwjlM5UAxk/s320/39519414_64230809bf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These chav girls often get themselves into big trouble. Look at them. Smoking when she's pregnant and even has a tattoo in her stomach. When the baby is born, you won't even know if she's the baby's mother or the baby's sister. Young mothers like her will always be a problem in Britain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Malaysia, we have a lot of social problems such as gangsters. But in Britain, they're no better than we are. These chavs do nothing but just get high with cannabis, knife ppl, hit old ppl and kill babies. Yes... it's in the news everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone wants to share their opinion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-1134569454472308492?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/1134569454472308492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/11/chavs-worse-than-samseng.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/1134569454472308492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/1134569454472308492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/11/chavs-worse-than-samseng.html' title='Chavs worse than samseng'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSRjQnb0-UI/AAAAAAAAAMc/APSL-IwG_kc/s72-c/chav-scum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-6248476603282447386</id><published>2008-11-18T05:21:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:55:11.274+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sight seeing'/><title type='text'>Brecon Beacon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My friend Raymond went to a place near Cardiff called Brecon Beacon. Many thanks to him, we are able to share the photos below...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269745639150762290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSHlvQ4-uTI/AAAAAAAAAME/pQKPGk8LWeQ/s320/IMG_3036.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Clear blue sky....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSHk8uWfGcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/A7e6_TLq6Uk/s1600-h/IMG_3191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269744770885818818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSHk8uWfGcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/A7e6_TLq6Uk/s320/IMG_3191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSHk8PwZIPI/AAAAAAAAALk/RMc7-EmstqQ/s1600-h/IMG_3054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269744762672980210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSHk8PwZIPI/AAAAAAAAALk/RMc7-EmstqQ/s320/IMG_3054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSHk8sK_eII/AAAAAAAAAL8/DPS0VHntGrQ/s1600-h/IMG_3360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269744770300737666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSHk8sK_eII/AAAAAAAAAL8/DPS0VHntGrQ/s320/IMG_3360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waterfall..... and the water is really cold....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSHkzxhKd6I/AAAAAAAAALc/DfwRUHGITsM/s1600-h/IMG_3040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269744617117087650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSHkzxhKd6I/AAAAAAAAALc/DfwRUHGITsM/s320/IMG_3040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is not often that we get clear blue sky and sunlight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSHkzay-QlI/AAAAAAAAAK8/j4G6QCiaOmA/s1600-h/_MG_3101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269744611017769554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSHkzay-QlI/AAAAAAAAAK8/j4G6QCiaOmA/s320/_MG_3101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A nearby small village&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSHkznA8aeI/AAAAAAAAALM/4bJWNgtO22A/s1600-h/_MG_3394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269744614297594338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSHkznA8aeI/AAAAAAAAALM/4bJWNgtO22A/s320/_MG_3394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sheeps.... Let's get them for dinner...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSHkze1A1MI/AAAAAAAAALE/D6ZJyFSDXOo/s1600-h/_MG_3306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269744612100068546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSHkze1A1MI/AAAAAAAAALE/D6ZJyFSDXOo/s320/_MG_3306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trees....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269744764754975458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSHk8Xgx2uI/AAAAAAAAALs/GReFru8iNTc/s320/IMG_3173.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This is the Raymond by the way. I don't know what's thing behind him, but I think it's some fresh water reservoir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-6248476603282447386?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/6248476603282447386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/11/brecon-beacon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/6248476603282447386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/6248476603282447386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/11/brecon-beacon.html' title='Brecon Beacon'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SSHlvQ4-uTI/AAAAAAAAAME/pQKPGk8LWeQ/s72-c/IMG_3036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-4474052840949143613</id><published>2008-11-16T18:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:55:40.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>Recession in UK</title><content type='html'>I've looked at the exchange rate today, and the currency is UK is really dying. When I first started my job last September, the exchange rate was 1:6, but today it's 1:5.36... What the fuck....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bank of England is really cutting a hell lot of interest rate. From 5% to 3.5% and still dropping. This is the lowest interest rate in the recent 20 years.... This is bad news for me.... Banks such as Northern Rock needed the government to bail them out last year. At the moment, even UK's 2nd largest bank (Royal Bank of Scotland) is at the brink of nationalising, what do you think about the smaller banks? Bradford and Bingley and Halifax will just follow Northern Rock's footstep.... Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in the high street, Christmas decoration are up for sale days before Halloween. Yes, shops are selling christmas stuff days before Halloween. What the Fuck!!! I think, this is an act of desperation.... They were desperate for CASH... They wanted to sell the remaining stocks and also their warehouse, just so that they can return the money they borrowed.... Especially those that borrowed from Icelandic Bank.... Haha... The British are really feeling the squeeze of the Credit Crunch...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, my job is still secured. Simply because I'm a bridge engineer. I'm involved in government projects. Of course some of the government projects got cancelled, but it is safer than working in Buildings.... The projects that I tend to do are mainly maintenance work/ refurbishment and inspections of bridges. The local governments won't be building new bridges, but they have to maintain and inspect them routinely. So, I guess my job is relatively secured. Phew... But if I got axed, my company will have to compensate me one and a half year's of salary.... So please... axe me now!!!! Haha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-4474052840949143613?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/4474052840949143613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/11/recession-in-uk.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/4474052840949143613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/4474052840949143613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/11/recession-in-uk.html' title='Recession in UK'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-4022357915003966500</id><published>2008-11-15T04:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:56:00.491+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cardiff'/><title type='text'>Rugby</title><content type='html'>Today is a big day in Cardiff City.... There's a rugby game in the stadium tonight... Wales vs. Canada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The special thing about Cardiff and rugby, is that the whole city gets involve in it. The locals will wear their red jersey (for Wales) and start drinking in local pubs until they get really drunk. They then march to the Millennium Stadium in Cardiff city centre, while singing their song....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268613837016023954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SR3gXtYMQ5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/M95gsVEBGWs/s320/Ged-15-09-07-004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roads will then be jammed and packed with cars... Several roads will be closed so that the rugby fans can get into the stadium safely... Police will be around the city just to secure everything.... Bus services to the city centre will be cancelled for no reasons.... What the Fuck is going on this city...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the buses are not entering the city centre, I'll have to walk back home after doing my groceries... SHIT!!! I have to walk Bloody 2km with 2 bags of rice and hell lot of foods just to get back home... Argh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game, the rugby fans will start fooling around in the streets... Go to pubs for another round of beer, rugby tackle in the streets... fight.... get arrested by the police... piss on the street...etc.. (I hope you guys get the picture of how British really behave)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268615454176480178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SR3h11xSi7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CeYtvBjGGy0/s320/hooliganR300506_228x370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The streets is then left with broken glasses and urine. Ambulance will also be there, just to take care of the drunks, not that anyone got injured.... What a joke.... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268616539990133666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SR3i1CvcC6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/-SYcbmEMBFE/s320/2689958281_1afe1e1c74_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-4022357915003966500?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/4022357915003966500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/11/rugby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/4022357915003966500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/4022357915003966500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/11/rugby.html' title='Rugby'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SR3gXtYMQ5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/M95gsVEBGWs/s72-c/Ged-15-09-07-004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-4892337586176077577</id><published>2008-11-11T04:44:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:56:24.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cardiff'/><title type='text'>Dono what to write</title><content type='html'>Today is one of the many boring days in Britain.... same old routine schedule.... So today, I'm gonna write my routine in Cardiff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.00am.... wake up and shower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267142310365957538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SRimBlbLDaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/WpjOS-_4yrA/s320/wake-up-happy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 7.20am.... Check email and blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.50am.... Drink coffee and have breakfast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267142757815410306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SRimboTb3oI/AAAAAAAAAIk/8HpDc6sXtSE/s320/coffee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.10am.... Smoke a ciggarette and walk to the office/ Take the bus if it rains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267143281831787570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SRim6IarPDI/AAAAAAAAAIs/rEG-j4mpxxQ/s320/walk.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.40am.... Reach the office and ask any of my colleagues the same question "Good weekend"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.00pm.... Smoke a ciggarette and go to Cardiff Uni and order a budget meal (2.60 pounds)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267148299820676466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SRireN4dNXI/AAAAAAAAAI8/UAGhgHHPNrM/s320/fish-and-chips-seafoodinsouthafrica.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.20pm.... Return to office and read the news&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.00pm.... Continue with my work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.30pm.... Smoke a ciggarette and walk back to my house/ grocery shopping and take the bus back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.00pm.... Get change and prepare dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267146772298888434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SRiqFTa4dPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/M4e_6e-FF-c/s320/Chinese+cooking+3+cooks.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 7.00pm.... Eat my dinner with my housemates and chat with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.30pm.... Write my blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.30pm.... Read a book/ watch a movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.30pm.... Go to bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cycle repeats itself over and over again until every Friday.... I'm trying to beat the cycle cycle everyday by trying to invite friends to come over for dinner, but not everyone is free or willing to come for dinner.... Sigh.... Things are so different from Kepong... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wish something will happen to me.... whether it's good or bad... at least something....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone mind sharing your routine lifestyle??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-4892337586176077577?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/4892337586176077577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/11/dono-what-to-write.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/4892337586176077577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/4892337586176077577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/11/dono-what-to-write.html' title='Dono what to write'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SRimBlbLDaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/WpjOS-_4yrA/s72-c/wake-up-happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-3362703717629961122</id><published>2008-11-08T22:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:56:47.796+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightlife'/><title type='text'>Strip Club</title><content type='html'>Recovered from my illness on Friday... It's nice that I to be ill once in a while, since I get paid for taking sick leave.... What a weird policy in UK.... In fact, I did actually got a flu on purpose, in the Halloween party... Haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, on Friday, I had steamboat at my friend's place. The funny thing is, we actually have rice for steamboat... Haha... First time ever.... Although I didn't eat much, but the food alright... By the way, I actually prefer having rice for dinner rather than steamboat and BBQs... Simply because I don't have the patience to wait.... Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266305365573865714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SRWs0_HDkPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/i7Oj8CPYSTM/s320/IMG_2865_resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt; After dinner, suddenly the girls suggested to go to a strip club.... I don't know why, but I'm guessing they're either curious or they wanna learn or they're attracted to girls??? Hmm.... At first, I thought it was a bad idea... the entry fee is gonna be expensive... the drinks are gonna be expensive... the place will be crowded with men... We're the only asians in the club.... and my friends might be treated as dancers.... All sort of thoughts just rushed into my head... But anyway, we went to the stripclub.... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266304990773396914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SRWsfK3qRbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/g8CRkBzYwGU/s320/01020701040801030820071012de819a64e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's actually my first time going to a strip club, let alone going there with female friends... There are rules in these clubs.... No touching, no wanking, no cameras, no phones.... Blah blah blah... And entering the club (5 pounds entrance), I was shocked.... the whole club has less than 25 customers, and there are more dancers than there are guys.... What a shocking.... Guess the British guys are feeling the squeeze of the credit crunch.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the dancers started dancing on the stage for a duration of 2 songs (depending on how long the songs are)... Normally, in the 1st song, they'll just dance around on the pole. In the second song, they'll strip their bikini/bra or whatever, leaving their panties only... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266305111947766242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SRWsmOR4aeI/AAAAAAAAAIM/QO9aWP_xLDo/s320/Female-Stripper-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;After that, other dancers approached us and ask if we want a private dance or a lap dance (2 songs for 20 pounds).... Of course, I didn't ask for it... The girls (my friends not dancers) then started asking me if I want one... I told them, "I HATE WHITES".... Haha... I then gave one of the dancers a funny stare.... the same stare that White Thrash gives to Asian women.... The dancer then got pissed off and went away.... Haha... Take that you fucking White Slut... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the club, I didn't really enjoy myself, (except for the staring bit)... It's not because I was shy going to a strip club with girls, but simply because I don't fancy watching fake tits swinging around.... I don't know how my friends feel, but I don't think they enjoy themselves either.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, there's my experience to a British stripclub... Will never go to a British stripclub.... Anyone care to share their experience in a strip club??? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-3362703717629961122?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/3362703717629961122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/11/strip-club.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/3362703717629961122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/3362703717629961122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/11/strip-club.html' title='Strip Club'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SRWs0_HDkPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/i7Oj8CPYSTM/s72-c/IMG_2865_resize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-7187045862987240553</id><published>2008-11-07T04:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:57:29.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cardiff'/><title type='text'>Really ill</title><content type='html'>I'm ill today... Been forced to take 1/2 day leave today... My colleague started making noise of me spreading all the germs in the office.... Fucking hell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine working as usual... just that I'm feeling a bit tired and keep on sneezing... But I'm still capable of carrying out my job... How can my company force me to take leave... Fucking hell.... My colleagues should understand that I'm different from them... I can 'tahan mati'... not like the brits here.... Taking sick leave even for some fucking paper cut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I take leave, it's not going to make me feel any better... I'm just going to stay at home doing nothing... I'm not gonna see a doctor... because doctors here don't have ethics... Even if you're sick, they'll still need you to make an appointment with them... What the Fuck is this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the best thing for me to do is just get some rest and eat more ginger. Anyone has any recommendation??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-7187045862987240553?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/7187045862987240553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/11/really-ill.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/7187045862987240553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/7187045862987240553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/11/really-ill.html' title='Really ill'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-4272579477464159871</id><published>2008-11-06T02:38:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:58:50.561+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Engineering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cardiff'/><title type='text'>Underbridge unit</title><content type='html'>You guys may laugh at me for being childish... But I think this is a cool piece of machine... This unit here is called the Moog 230X.... It's an underbridge unit... This heavy mother fucker weighs 33T...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265245003852213314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SRHobz4C7EI/AAAAAAAAAHE/IJGt7t5sMiE/s320/IMG_2542.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Arrival on site... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SRHp3DaFrUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/80eK7NQDQo4/s1600-h/IMG_2543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265246571389627714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SRHp3DaFrUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/80eK7NQDQo4/s320/IMG_2543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Starting to deploy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SRHpwAWbcII/AAAAAAAAAH0/SCwcn-7Ns9M/s1600-h/IMG_2544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265246450309886082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SRHpwAWbcII/AAAAAAAAAH0/SCwcn-7Ns9M/s320/IMG_2544.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looks more like a SCUD missle launcher....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SRHpkRonDEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/IqerOCM9sLY/s1600-h/IMG_2545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265246248791116866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SRHpkRonDEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/IqerOCM9sLY/s320/IMG_2545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SRHo_VIUtOI/AAAAAAAAAHc/3zeCcRg2GhY/s1600-h/IMG_2546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265245614074279138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SRHo_VIUtOI/AAAAAAAAAHc/3zeCcRg2GhY/s320/IMG_2546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SRHoy_IReQI/AAAAAAAAAHU/QqI3-n1b8JE/s1600-h/IMG_2547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265245402010056962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SRHoy_IReQI/AAAAAAAAAHU/QqI3-n1b8JE/s320/IMG_2547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's deploying the platform....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SRHom5wbcAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/cAPiud98fJk/s1600-h/IMG_2698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265245194409439234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SRHom5wbcAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/cAPiud98fJk/s320/IMG_2698.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me climbing down the ladders to the platform... Looks just like the game show 'Fun House'.... Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was surprise to know that the operator to this machine can actually steer and control the whole vehicle remotely... How cool is that... He steers the whole truck while we're underneath the bridge by using cameras only..... His visibility is only 3m....What the fuck!!!... Haha... I like this machine.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-4272579477464159871?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/4272579477464159871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/11/underbridge-unit.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/4272579477464159871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/4272579477464159871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/11/underbridge-unit.html' title='Underbridge unit'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SRHobz4C7EI/AAAAAAAAAHE/IJGt7t5sMiE/s72-c/IMG_2542.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-5607971049616591088</id><published>2008-11-05T04:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:59:05.152+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Engineering'/><title type='text'>Site visit</title><content type='html'>Just came back from inspecting some bridges.... Been a long and tiring day... The bridge itself is nothing exciting, apart from knocking a few loose concrete in the columns... This is how the concrete looks like if you hit them with a hammer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264931160887038930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SRDK_vuOk9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/KuXfOfTpIgM/s320/2414614098_be2bf2d282_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I'm getting ill soon... Been staying in the cold for the past 2 days.... And haven't drank any water or had any lunch when I'm on site... What a tiring day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'll upload a few snap shots of the bridge that we've inspected tomorrow. And will show you the condition of the bridges in UK.... You'll be surprised.... I'll also show you guys the machine we used when we're inspecting the bridge. It's awesome.... It's a monster...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-5607971049616591088?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/5607971049616591088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/11/site-visit.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/5607971049616591088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/5607971049616591088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/11/site-visit.html' title='Site visit'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SRDK_vuOk9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/KuXfOfTpIgM/s72-c/2414614098_be2bf2d282_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-3366521014588293895</id><published>2008-11-04T05:40:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:59:33.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightlife'/><title type='text'>Photos from Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've finally laid my hands on some Halloween pictures. I'll let the pictures tell part of the story...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264560152337166834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQ95kNK7sfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wB4NZbqt5rM/s320/PB010161.JPG" border="0" /&gt; What normally happens in a British Haloween party.... Ppl dressing up....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264562209226890402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQ97b7rqHKI/AAAAAAAAAGs/BxD8uLTKbyQ/s320/IMG_2548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;People accidentally took pictures of 'dirty stuff'.... We don't know the person with the white face....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But anyway, this is how I spent my Halloween party....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264560700047587122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQ96EFjRdzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GDT_Y-p9E-Y/s320/PA310146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Before the party starts.... Me and Dr. Lu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQ947pqSZ3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/FfMxkZREdt8/s1600-h/PA310145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264559455610234738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQ947pqSZ3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/FfMxkZREdt8/s320/PA310145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who do you think is the sexiest??? .....I don't think they're sexy at all....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264561281676460098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQ96l8SZwEI/AAAAAAAAAGk/PllQPVfeuMc/s320/PB010169.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Swimming trunk......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQ93fykY7fI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-fEnry0nsRA/s1600-h/IMG_2905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264557877453450738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQ93fykY7fI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-fEnry0nsRA/s320/IMG_2905.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even the clowns like it... Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQ93HcErA1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/UinBf38pI9g/s1600-h/IMG_2903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264557459097977682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQ93HcErA1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/UinBf38pI9g/s320/IMG_2903.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A little bit of dust in my body...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQ92w-AsbYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/MsG473UC4HE/s1600-h/IMG_2902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264557073071107458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQ92w-AsbYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/MsG473UC4HE/s320/IMG_2902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What do you want...?? Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQ92czVoF2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/1j8BPiZjRvg/s1600-h/IMG_2901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264556726608729954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQ92czVoF2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/1j8BPiZjRvg/s320/IMG_2901.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More girls....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQ92FOjMt0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/tj9gzUbNDro/s1600-h/IMG_2555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264556321596553026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQ92FOjMt0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/tj9gzUbNDro/s320/IMG_2555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am the devil in disguise.... Shh.... Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let me know how you've celebrated your Halloween.... Share your experience and it'll be a good laugh for everyone... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-3366521014588293895?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/3366521014588293895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/11/photos-from-halloween.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/3366521014588293895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/3366521014588293895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/11/photos-from-halloween.html' title='Photos from Halloween'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQ95kNK7sfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wB4NZbqt5rM/s72-c/PB010161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-1929737903125633626</id><published>2008-11-01T03:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:59:58.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightlife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><title type='text'>What to wear for Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQtdQ6nPdkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ca57WVUivFk/s1600-h/halloween_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263403134705694274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQtdQ6nPdkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ca57WVUivFk/s320/halloween_image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's halloween today... So the streets will be full of ghosts and monsters.... As usual, the streets are also full of ghosts and monsters... All those 'Gwai Lou' and 'Gwai Mui'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263403024148571858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQtdKewXptI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Fno7kX0H0PA/s320/Funny-Halloween-Costumes2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263403200638218018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQtdUwOx7yI/AAAAAAAAAFM/D9uqV6mCZZ4/s320/Birthing_Table_Halloween_Costume.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263403318384106930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQtdbm3lnbI/AAAAAAAAAFU/mUthPMNo4hQ/s320/HalloweenCostume.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me and my friends are going out tonight, dressing up. As usual, the girls will be dressing up as witch and guys will be dressing up as The Hulk, Superman, Freddy, vampire, dracula, crazy doctors, etc.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not gonna spend 10 pounds just to get a costume and wear it for only once a year. But I have to dress up... or else my friends will be dissapointed with me... So, I went to my room, and started digging random stuff.... Still can't find anything... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gave my friends in KL a call and asked for opinions.... My friend gave me one word of advice. "SHARP".... I must be SHARP.... Hmm.... something sharp.... don't have to spend money.... That's it.... my swimming trunk.... + swimming cap....+ ciggarettes...= Ciggaratte Smoking Swimming Monster....!!! Haha... What a lame name... haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This will be a good laugh... Never get a chance to wear a swimming trunk to a club before... I'll post some photos tomorrow... Haha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It'll be funny when I wear my shirt and tie into the club and started stripping them off... Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-1929737903125633626?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/1929737903125633626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-to-wear-for-halloween.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/1929737903125633626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/1929737903125633626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-to-wear-for-halloween.html' title='What to wear for Halloween'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQtdQ6nPdkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ca57WVUivFk/s72-c/halloween_image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-1680316185085535891</id><published>2008-10-31T02:55:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T08:00:17.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Engineering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><title type='text'>Fucking BATS!!!</title><content type='html'>Today is another ordinary day in Cardiff. Fucking cold outside.... Too bad my colleague is out on site tonight just to look at some bridge expansion joints. So what does a bridge expansion joint looks like??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263024380334690386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQoEygoR0FI/AAAAAAAAAEc/s1e1zbZzneI/s200/ExpansionJoint_withcar_510+reduce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It's one of these stuff on a bridge which your cars always drive over.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of our projects is an emergency replacement of these damaged expansion joints. What actually happened is that the expansion joint broke into pieces and smashed some car's windscreen when the car drove over. Haha... I don't know how, but it happened... That is why my colleague is working on site tonight in the cold... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To make things complicated to this project, we need to be aware of BATS. Not to say they'll bite us or do any harm to them. But we have to protect these little fuckers.... Bats are protected species over here, and we can be prosecuted even if we touch the bats, or disturb them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263030120485137474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQoKAoWyrEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/gnbO8DOGuOM/s320/Vampire%2520Bat%25201.jpg" border="0" /&gt; These little fuckers could potentially be hiding underneath these expansion joints. So we have to make sure that there's no bats, before any works can be carried out. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263030263277684882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQoKI8TMCJI/AAAAAAAAAEs/IOxjlsnZiRI/s320/Bats-JC.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263030398621048546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQoKQ0fj3uI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_rsvDzbwf4Q/s320/squeeze+bat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;When I say make sure, I mean 'make sure'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These kinda nonsense will only happen in UK. Why the hell would you wanna protect bats and risk the public's safety??? Anyone who's reading my blog, just wanna find out what do you think about this nonsense.&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/6319411545415393173-1680316185085535891?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/1680316185085535891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-is-another-ordinary-day-in.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/1680316185085535891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/1680316185085535891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-is-another-ordinary-day-in.html' title='Fucking BATS!!!'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQoEygoR0FI/AAAAAAAAAEc/s1e1zbZzneI/s72-c/ExpansionJoint_withcar_510+reduce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-5114883316279495989</id><published>2008-10-29T03:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T08:00:35.535+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Engineering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><title type='text'>Cracks in MRR 2</title><content type='html'>A lot of people criticise the government that the mysterious MRR 2 have lots of problems such as cracks in columns. I got no comment on this simply because i haven't got the chance to look at the report... Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, similar things happen here in UK. Don't believe?? Here's one of the bridges that I've inspected. Hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262292107549541618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQdqyn7VBPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/UC3GFvjlQOo/s200/IMG_2121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the cracks around the column??? I've been here before. And I'm sure if I wear my boots and kick the column, chunks of concrete will come off.... Haha... Wait... there's more picture of the same bridge....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262296501616113506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQduyZGb92I/AAAAAAAAAEM/cHlqmmhNTM8/s400/DSCF0868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;See that...??? No.... Not "KILL THE BILL".... Look underneath it.... The whole concrete underneath the "Kill the Bill" collapse already.... You know what cause this problem??? Foundation failure.... Maybe contractor "Ular"??? &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;UK also got a lot of funny bridges.... They call them "Sub-standard structures".... Whatever... Have a look at the pic below.... Another bridge I've been, but don't dare to cross.... Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262297878621926258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQdwCi2NM3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/heVsmnnVT48/s320/S6300221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-5114883316279495989?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/5114883316279495989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/10/cracks-in-mrr-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/5114883316279495989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/5114883316279495989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/10/cracks-in-mrr-2.html' title='Cracks in MRR 2'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQdqyn7VBPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/UC3GFvjlQOo/s72-c/IMG_2121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-5389057889503707124</id><published>2008-10-26T15:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T08:00:49.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><title type='text'>Daylight Saving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQRNKa1e9rI/AAAAAAAAADk/tMJlXj77cv0/s1600-h/IV_clock_Westminster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261415106073261746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQRNKa1e9rI/AAAAAAAAADk/tMJlXj77cv0/s320/IV_clock_Westminster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is another day of the year where everyone in UK will have to wind their clocks again an hour slower... Hence we get an extra hour for the day.... Shit... this is really a long long weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why do we have to wind the clock?? Basically, Britain is an island which has been cursed. Britain haven't got that much sunlight throughout the whole year, especially during the winter. In order to get sunrise 7.00am in the morning, and the actual sunrise is 8.00 in the morning, everyone is asked to wind their clocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think they're just lying to themselves. What is the point to get sunrise at 7.00am??? Just bloody wake up at 7.00am, whether the sun shows up or not!!! You have to wake up, if you have to work. You still get the 8hrs of sleep as usual....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261415875182532194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQRN3L_bFmI/AAAAAAAAADs/AKdYsSQydAg/s320/wake%2520up%2520call.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-5389057889503707124?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/5389057889503707124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/10/daylight-saving.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/5389057889503707124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/5389057889503707124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/10/daylight-saving.html' title='Daylight Saving'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQRNKa1e9rI/AAAAAAAAADk/tMJlXj77cv0/s72-c/IV_clock_Westminster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-7860671695776250734</id><published>2008-10-25T15:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T08:01:46.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>It's finally a weekend again... SHIT!!!! So bored.... !!!Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I normally do during weekends?? Read books, online, watch movies, meet up with friends, clean the house and write some reports.... The same thing I do every weekdays.... To me, the only difference between weekdays and weekends is that i don't have to go to the office. However, I still feel the same, cause there's nothing interesting in Cardiff... There's no place that I'll hangout... What a sad place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life here is so boring compared to KL. Not because it's a small place, but because the friends that I know here are different from the ones in KL. Friends that I know here 'come and go', as in they live in Cardiff for a year and leave Cardiff the next year... So I don't really get to know them really really well... I'm not blaming them, but this is the kinda life living in a foreign place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I gonna do today apart from writing blogs???&lt;br /&gt;1) Buy a mop and mop the floor&lt;br /&gt;2) Email my bro&lt;br /&gt;3) Read a book&lt;br /&gt;4) Play badminton&lt;br /&gt;5) Invite friends for dinner and prepare dinner&lt;br /&gt;6) Download some films&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a routine I do everyday... apart from the badminton and cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason I think I don't really enjoy weekends in here, because I don't have anything to do in this place. The locals hangout in bar and clubs drinking until they can't remember what happened. But I don't enjoy it. Not to say I don't drink, but I don't enjoy drinking... I still go clubbing with friends and enjoy looking at the funny drunk British....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQLQvQ9v-dI/AAAAAAAAACY/TEXYaTeGY_w/s1600-h/bingersSWNS0101_468x474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260996825148553682" style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQLQvQ9v-dI/AAAAAAAAACY/TEXYaTeGY_w/s200/bingersSWNS0101_468x474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQLSfjwnfmI/AAAAAAAAACg/h4XBNWuOx_Q/s1600-h/drunk-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260998754339094114" style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQLSfjwnfmI/AAAAAAAAACg/h4XBNWuOx_Q/s200/drunk-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQLSpY39a-I/AAAAAAAAACo/XZOetLiWt6s/s1600-h/funny_drunk_photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260998923215793122" style="WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQLSpY39a-I/AAAAAAAAACo/XZOetLiWt6s/s200/funny_drunk_photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQLS1eo9W2I/AAAAAAAAACw/84Rrx5sr_D0/s1600-h/hanging-around-drunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260999130921917282" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQLS1eo9W2I/AAAAAAAAACw/84Rrx5sr_D0/s200/hanging-around-drunk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-7860671695776250734?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/7860671695776250734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/7860671695776250734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/7860671695776250734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQLQvQ9v-dI/AAAAAAAAACY/TEXYaTeGY_w/s72-c/bingersSWNS0101_468x474.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-4454103647390216550</id><published>2008-10-24T02:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T08:01:08.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Engineering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><title type='text'>Staying in late in the office</title><content type='html'>Today is one of the days that I stayed back in the office for work. Too bad there's no OT pay. There's so little stuff to do, but all the projects are tight scheduled. Bloody hate small projects.... Tight schedules and short notices which requires quick response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my colleagues (British) don't stay back and just leave around 5.30pm, just like the Malays... I've asked them why not stay back a little longer just to get the things done?? They replied, "I'm not working for free, so what's the point of staying back. We can always carry on the next day." Yup, they are just as lazy as the Malays are... Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think working late in the office is the same in Malaysia. Cause I won't be paid overtime anyway. The funny thing is, we are encouraged or sometimes forced to book 'Unpaid Overtime'. So what is this 'Unpaid Overtime'?? Basically, we work for free for the company, and the company will try and charge the client for the amount of hours we've worked. Haha.... And yet, some of my colleagues seem alright booking to this 'Unpaid Overtime'. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So when do we get to book 'Paid Overtime'?? We only get to book them if we're forced to work at night 'on site', typically night time inspection or railway inspection on a weekend. Sounds good? Well, managers and directors try to avoid and most of the time forbid ppl from doing so, including forcing us or cheating us... Sigh... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260760206216598274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQH5iOwNEwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hpYrA9Uw5EM/s400/S6302854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, why work extra and stay in the office... I'm not gonna get paid... I don't care about professional conduct, and all I care about is money in my pocket... Hehe... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-4454103647390216550?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/4454103647390216550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/10/staying-in-late-in-office.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/4454103647390216550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/4454103647390216550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/10/staying-in-late-in-office.html' title='Staying in late in the office'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQH5iOwNEwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hpYrA9Uw5EM/s72-c/S6302854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319411545415393173.post-2662613600648369684</id><published>2008-10-22T03:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T08:01:23.503+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Engineering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British'/><title type='text'>Bridge Engineering</title><content type='html'>I'm working in an engineering consultancy called Mott MacDonald (Not McDonald). Probably most of the people never heard of it before because a lot of people have little knowledge in this field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm a bridge engineer, and my job role is to do what my boss asked me to do. So what sort of projects are we involved in?? We don't design a lot of bridges, but we're involved in the maintenance side, typically inspections, assessments and refurbishment works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, local government pay us to look at some bridges, check if they're safe and recommend any strengthening works etc. Sounds interesting? Anyone interested in bridge engineering?? I can get you a job here if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that quite a number of people have a bad impression on engineers in Malaysia, especially those who're involved in government projects. Corruption, over budget, minum kopi, not creative, lazy, etc. Well, as an engineer in UK, I think that this kind of stuff happens everywhere. The difference between the engineers in UK and Malaysia, is that in UK, the people here are too naive and denies it, whereas in Malaysia everybody knows it, and there's no room for denial...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So am I involved in any of these stuff?? Hmm... Nope. Simply because I'm just a small graduate. Normally it's the directors or managers who're involved in it, because they're decision makers. It's actually so easy to get involved in corruption whether you're in Malaysia or in UK. It's just whether you want it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could easily recommend a type of product for the client, and get some money from the manufacturer. It's so easy... things can be done with just a few phone calls and i don't even have to meet them in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why have I not done this?? Is it because of my so called 'Professional Ethics'? Well, I've always believed that with the right price, you can buy anything, including 'Professional Ethic'. So the reason I didn't take the offer, is simply because it's not worth the risk of getting caught by my manager. I am happy of what I am now, a bridge engineer as I've always wanted to be. So why should i take the risk of destroying my dream?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6319411545415393173-2662613600648369684?l=kevinpnp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/feeds/2662613600648369684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/10/bridge-engineering.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/2662613600648369684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319411545415393173/posts/default/2662613600648369684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinpnp.blogspot.com/2008/10/bridge-engineering.html' title='Bridge Engineering'/><author><name>kevinpnp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528175280520203327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAQNQHvwXXc/SQISYm-oHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/MDD1LirxYD0/S220/S6303162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
