<?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-3363047459437099766</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:19:23.825-08:00</updated><category term='Culture shock'/><category term='My life'/><category term='Random Act'/><category term='Malaysia Today'/><category term='Odd and unusual'/><category term='I love Malaysia'/><title type='text'>The earth is not a sphere</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richietkl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3363047459437099766/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richietkl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Richietkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01141348923491390691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363047459437099766.post-5076800472953380227</id><published>2009-02-13T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T21:40:38.529-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentines</title><content type='html'>To my only one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines. I know you're always mad at me because I never took serious about Valentines or Christmas. It's never about religion nor interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/SZZU0QhyfPI/AAAAAAAAAMw/CXCPCRs0gPQ/s1600-h/DSC05584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/SZZU0QhyfPI/AAAAAAAAAMw/CXCPCRs0gPQ/s320/DSC05584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302518868041956594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You always say that I ignored you, never listened to you. It's untrue, I take long hours to digest as my intestines are filled with food I devour everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/SZZU0U-HNoI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Q_no26gr0vI/s1600-h/DSC05585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/SZZU0U-HNoI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Q_no26gr0vI/s320/DSC05585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302518869234497154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yet you're the one who prefers to look away when I wanna talk to you. I never said it but I do miss you every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/SZZV9KHAa5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/akaLmDMU_fw/s1600-h/P1010281.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/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/SZZV9KHAa5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/akaLmDMU_fw/s320/P1010281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302520120449461138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like to see you with your glasses although you wore contact lenses all the time. You always want to be prettier although I told you I like you just the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/SZZV9M6rUqI/AAAAAAAAANI/tvTp9KTiLDA/s1600-h/P1010245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/SZZV9M6rUqI/AAAAAAAAANI/tvTp9KTiLDA/s320/P1010245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302520121203053218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always have weird interest. I can never understand why you dislike salmon or oysters, nor can I understand what is so great about the bands you like, but the main reason we got together is because we both have the same passion when it comes to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/SZZU0fuse6I/AAAAAAAAANA/NrIPiNOgNsM/s1600-h/DSC05683.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/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/SZZU0fuse6I/AAAAAAAAANA/NrIPiNOgNsM/s320/DSC05683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302518872122620834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's not true that I know nothing about you. I'm just too busy to list what you like.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a part of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green tea&lt;br /&gt;Coffee&lt;br /&gt;Cupcakes(although you never had one before)&lt;br /&gt;Ban mee (I don't know what to call it in English)&lt;br /&gt;Roxy&lt;br /&gt;Big metal watches&lt;br /&gt;Jonas Brother (I never liked them, I somehow still believes they are gay)&lt;br /&gt;Westlife&lt;br /&gt;Any Angmoh with a face that looks like Westlife&lt;br /&gt;Clothes with spaghetti straps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/SZZYnd3TYZI/AAAAAAAAANY/xWCf864CaOk/s1600-h/P1010317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/SZZYnd3TYZI/AAAAAAAAANY/xWCf864CaOk/s320/P1010317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302523046330065298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just want to say.... I love you. I would not trade you for anything else in this world, not even for Gundams or Legos or Jennifer Love Hewitt. You're my only one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3363047459437099766-5076800472953380227?l=richietkl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richietkl.blogspot.com/feeds/5076800472953380227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3363047459437099766&amp;postID=5076800472953380227' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3363047459437099766/posts/default/5076800472953380227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3363047459437099766/posts/default/5076800472953380227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richietkl.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines.html' title='Happy Valentines'/><author><name>Richietkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01141348923491390691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/SZZU0QhyfPI/AAAAAAAAAMw/CXCPCRs0gPQ/s72-c/DSC05584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363047459437099766.post-4218212098328439648</id><published>2008-06-01T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T23:20:55.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Act'/><title type='text'>My friend</title><content type='html'>Dedicated to my buddies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my friend(sort of) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si Lembu&lt;/span&gt; or the bull. He is rich and famous. Still, he is a lembu(Bull). And no one likes a cocky cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/SEOP2Am2a7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/4H7RYVdZK8o/s1600-h/Lembu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/SEOP2Am2a7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/4H7RYVdZK8o/s320/Lembu.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207163752209083314" 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/3363047459437099766-4218212098328439648?l=richietkl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richietkl.blogspot.com/feeds/4218212098328439648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3363047459437099766&amp;postID=4218212098328439648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3363047459437099766/posts/default/4218212098328439648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3363047459437099766/posts/default/4218212098328439648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richietkl.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-friend.html' title='My friend'/><author><name>Richietkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01141348923491390691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/SEOP2Am2a7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/4H7RYVdZK8o/s72-c/Lembu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363047459437099766.post-4079371366203651625</id><published>2008-05-15T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T06:13:06.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>Good teachers</title><content type='html'>Teacher's day is coming up. I'm sure everyone has their own way of saying thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If  your teacher is a kind and dedicated one, a good o'  thanks and a small gift is decent enough.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/SCvix422_lI/AAAAAAAAAGo/g4Mn3MYjWc4/s1600-h/Tq.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/SCvix422_lI/AAAAAAAAAGo/g4Mn3MYjWc4/s320/Tq.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200499541433318994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your teacher teaches maths, tells lame jokes, has lots of untrimmed moustache, prepares lousy questions for your upcoming exam, mumbles when he reads when your having an examination, and the worst of all you can never understand any word of his, I'll suggest this step:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/SCvj4I22_mI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hxIAhgUvmyM/s1600-h/Die.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/SCvj4I22_mI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hxIAhgUvmyM/s320/Die.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200500748319129186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you can't get a parang, you can always use a pencil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3363047459437099766-4079371366203651625?l=richietkl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richietkl.blogspot.com/feeds/4079371366203651625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3363047459437099766&amp;postID=4079371366203651625' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3363047459437099766/posts/default/4079371366203651625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3363047459437099766/posts/default/4079371366203651625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richietkl.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-teachers.html' title='Good teachers'/><author><name>Richietkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01141348923491390691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/SCvix422_lI/AAAAAAAAAGo/g4Mn3MYjWc4/s72-c/Tq.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363047459437099766.post-6284145071644881066</id><published>2008-05-14T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T08:31:44.820-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia Today'/><title type='text'>New Breed of Pigs</title><content type='html'>A new breed of pigs roam our streets....Others call them Mat rempits... I call them Mat Rempigs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/SCsE1422_jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4JD_qeEStlY/s1600-h/Rempig.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/SCsE1422_jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4JD_qeEStlY/s320/Rempig.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200255518571429426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They got so boring of Rempig-ing(illegal racing) now they even decide to do rompak-ing(robbery). The good news is they only target Petrol station. Not the petrol, the customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/SCsFaY22_kI/AAAAAAAAAGg/i9Fkygyf4sY/s1600-h/ROMPIT.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/SCsFaY22_kI/AAAAAAAAAGg/i9Fkygyf4sY/s320/ROMPIT.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200256145636654658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its always good to have 2 jobs at once. Have no fear kids, Rempig is here to rob you dry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3363047459437099766-6284145071644881066?l=richietkl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richietkl.blogspot.com/feeds/6284145071644881066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3363047459437099766&amp;postID=6284145071644881066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3363047459437099766/posts/default/6284145071644881066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3363047459437099766/posts/default/6284145071644881066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richietkl.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-breed-of-pigs.html' title='New Breed of Pigs'/><author><name>Richietkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01141348923491390691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/SCsE1422_jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4JD_qeEStlY/s72-c/Rempig.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363047459437099766.post-8540496319983638298</id><published>2008-05-06T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T00:00:03.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>Ms painting</title><content type='html'>Inspired by &lt;a href="http://stickgal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stickgal&lt;/a&gt;, I will be posting my blogs in drawings instead of words=) I do not have a scanner now so I'll have to draw using ms paint. Hope it's good enough though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the exam is close so I'm dedicating 2 pictures for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/SCFS1xEZn_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/GDDBS3B29aY/s1600-h/Gunner.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/SCFS1xEZn_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/GDDBS3B29aY/s320/Gunner.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197526528620601330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I will "tembak" my way through the exams. Maybe I'll get a bigger gun.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/SCFTKxEZoAI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/x8K1jMGYPLE/s1600-h/Rambo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/SCFTKxEZoAI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/x8K1jMGYPLE/s320/Rambo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197526889397854210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe not...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3363047459437099766-8540496319983638298?l=richietkl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richietkl.blogspot.com/feeds/8540496319983638298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3363047459437099766&amp;postID=8540496319983638298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3363047459437099766/posts/default/8540496319983638298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3363047459437099766/posts/default/8540496319983638298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richietkl.blogspot.com/2008/05/ms-painting.html' title='Ms painting'/><author><name>Richietkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01141348923491390691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/SCFS1xEZn_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/GDDBS3B29aY/s72-c/Gunner.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363047459437099766.post-7935594619989804892</id><published>2008-03-26T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T03:02:52.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>Resurrection.</title><content type='html'>Well well, thought I'd never see this page anymore. 3 months without the internet, its close to no coke for a day for some obese guy. Still I'm proud I got rid of my temptations to game. All these would'nt have happened if my family weren't to decide to shift at the end of December. I'm reluctant to type much so my story will be told by pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R-oYrVl9BYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/-DNW8BeVtpw/s1600-h/Family+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R-oYrVl9BYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/-DNW8BeVtpw/s320/Family+112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181981454052951426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                             Pom pom can't go anywhere, yes she just went through a surgery early this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R-oZOFl9BZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WBdwoFDK-yg/s1600-h/Family+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R-oZOFl9BZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WBdwoFDK-yg/s320/Family+111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181982051053405586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                              No matter how many times I look at my brother... I still think he is definitely gay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R-oZn1l9BaI/AAAAAAAAAEw/q-4lG-70qj0/s1600-h/Family+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R-oZn1l9BaI/AAAAAAAAAEw/q-4lG-70qj0/s320/Family+108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181982493435037090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                     Ahh... I always get a nice view of the sunrise from my old house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R-oaI1l9BbI/AAAAAAAAAE4/LuzA465hCgg/s1600-h/Family+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R-oaI1l9BbI/AAAAAAAAAE4/LuzA465hCgg/s320/Family+114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181983060370720178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep... That's my new home but its actually my grandmother's...Which is awfully close to some dangerous elements...6A3s will understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R-oaxVl9BcI/AAAAAAAAAFA/iShhARUwNKU/s1600-h/Family+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R-oaxVl9BcI/AAAAAAAAAFA/iShhARUwNKU/s320/Family+115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181983756155422146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   After all that painting(of less than 5% is my work), my grandmum's house looks nice n clean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R-obL1l9BdI/AAAAAAAAAFI/w_ceztoXhkk/s1600-h/Family+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R-obL1l9BdI/AAAAAAAAAFI/w_ceztoXhkk/s320/Family+118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181984211421955538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, came a sifu who looks like a taxi driver. Murmured some words and charge you a sum of money...Thats their part time job I guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R-ocOFl9BfI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HL-8ZXhlJi4/s1600-h/Family+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R-ocOFl9BfI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HL-8ZXhlJi4/s320/Family+120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181985349588289010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad also give praise and thanks to Whoever God he is praying to....Don't misunderstood, he is no genius...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R-ocjll9BgI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MfcHU-oJrNI/s1600-h/Family+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R-ocjll9BgI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MfcHU-oJrNI/s320/Family+122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181985718955476482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                          New house = New stuff = Lamps that work on new kind of fuel which is colourless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R-odAFl9BhI/AAAAAAAAAFo/t8UPGsOA0Cs/s1600-h/Family+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R-odAFl9BhI/AAAAAAAAAFo/t8UPGsOA0Cs/s320/Family+127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181986208581748242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                       All the furniture are finally shifted.... And yes... Not forgetting my gay brother..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R-od9Fl9BjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/kCl8t-xl5yY/s1600-h/Family+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R-od9Fl9BjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/kCl8t-xl5yY/s320/Family+130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181987256553768498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                    Its goodbye to Salak South and hello Castlefield...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R-oeYll9BkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/KHJieUlj8tU/s1600-h/DSC07320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R-oeYll9BkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/KHJieUlj8tU/s320/DSC07320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181987729000171074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                       Hopefully nothing like this will happen in my new area... PWN'd...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3363047459437099766-7935594619989804892?l=richietkl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richietkl.blogspot.com/feeds/7935594619989804892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3363047459437099766&amp;postID=7935594619989804892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3363047459437099766/posts/default/7935594619989804892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3363047459437099766/posts/default/7935594619989804892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richietkl.blogspot.com/2008/03/resurrection.html' title='Resurrection.'/><author><name>Richietkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01141348923491390691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R-oYrVl9BYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/-DNW8BeVtpw/s72-c/Family+112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363047459437099766.post-4681489066667381138</id><published>2007-12-23T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T12:20:38.532-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Act'/><title type='text'>Sucky steak with fake surprise</title><content type='html'>It was a windy night when me and my family decided to have dinner outside.  Little that we know, our little trip will soon become a disaster.  We at first wanted to have noodle but since the shop was closed there was nothing we could do. Daddy suggested that we have dinner near Hulu Kelang, known as 'Little Genting'. It was a long drive and the sky was getting dark. At this time of the hour, you are hungry and tired, you are desperate for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R268n3DQVyI/AAAAAAAAADo/TXHGf8i3Rp0/s1600-h/20060722135001_walking-alone-in-the-dark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R268n3DQVyI/AAAAAAAAADo/TXHGf8i3Rp0/s320/20060722135001_walking-alone-in-the-dark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147258817109579554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when your brother and sister starts asking "Are we there yet??", you get annoyed and angry. Just when all hope was lost, we arrived at the hill top. There were shop lots but all was shut, houses where it seems no one lives in it. We spotted a food stall, a steakhouse. We we're delighted and got off the car, sat down and ordered some food. I felt very uncomfortable as if something is lurking behind you. After all of us ate and called for the bill, our nightmare begins. The unexpected expects the expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R2693nDQVzI/AAAAAAAAADw/HglM_XhdS9Y/s1600-h/Family+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R2693nDQVzI/AAAAAAAAADw/HglM_XhdS9Y/s320/Family+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147260187204146994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R26-nXDQV0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/PgiERkywwnc/s1600-h/Family+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R26-nXDQV0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/PgiERkywwnc/s320/Family+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147261007542900546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R26_BHDQV1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/WjB08veIyzw/s1600-h/Family+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R26_BHDQV1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/WjB08veIyzw/s320/Family+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147261449924532050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT the F**K?! RM30 for a steak in the middle of nowhere that has lousy chairs like mamaks, without air-cond and lousy staffs, You gotta be kidding me. The food was quite bland and a small portion. It was overall sucky and expensive for a roadside steakhouse with no doors and walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What The Hell is D5 anyway? Who The Heck ordered that crappy drink? I haven't got much photos of the place so too bad. The view there was quite good but rm30 for a steak like this? I could get a better one at Mamaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, which idiot will name their restaurant after a failure vehicle.... Saga Highland steakhouse... I bet Proton is damn happy they finally got a supporter. Maybe I'll have a shop named Satria Lowland stickhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R27AiXDQV2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/odD7P7MWhmc/s1600-h/Family+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R27AiXDQV2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/odD7P7MWhmc/s320/Family+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147263120666810210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yeah since it's near Christmas I'll give PandaTan a sneak peek of what she might receive when she returns from Kota Kinabalu. Its her belated birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R27BPXDQV3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0DnKgNARdtA/s1600-h/Family+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R27BPXDQV3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0DnKgNARdtA/s320/Family+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147263893760923506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost there...Just a little more...I wonder if she will feel excited reading this. Maybe not, but I'll still continue. Its the one and only item in the shop and it caught my attention, I knew this would suit her most...I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R27BzXDQV4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/CoQssFhHF18/s1600-h/Family+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R27BzXDQV4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/CoQssFhHF18/s320/Family+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147264512236214146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops...It's not in the bag. Oh I kept it away so no one will find it. I did say fake surprises didn't I? Yes those we're my big fatty thigh. No matter how long you stare at it nothing will come out. You'll just have to wait PandaTan...Until you come back from the land of semi-tall mountains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3363047459437099766-4681489066667381138?l=richietkl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richietkl.blogspot.com/feeds/4681489066667381138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3363047459437099766&amp;postID=4681489066667381138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3363047459437099766/posts/default/4681489066667381138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3363047459437099766/posts/default/4681489066667381138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richietkl.blogspot.com/2007/12/sucky-steak-with-fake-surprise.html' title='Sucky steak with fake surprise'/><author><name>Richietkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01141348923491390691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R268n3DQVyI/AAAAAAAAADo/TXHGf8i3Rp0/s72-c/20060722135001_walking-alone-in-the-dark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363047459437099766.post-6927394166007069749</id><published>2007-12-20T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T11:11:12.919-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>No pain No gain</title><content type='html'>Due to unforeseen circumstances my materials are temporarily unavailable so there's no choice I have to crap a little for now. So for better post have to wait long long amitabha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played i web-based game named Travian, which is awesome and cool but it also making me addicted and frustrated. It is a brainstorming game using your common sense and wits. You wouldn't trust me would you? Trust me millions of people of all walks of life from all around the world plays this games. I even met married couples playing this game together. Engineers who invented tools for the pleasure of the games. It is really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R2q7wHDQVvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/avaAA4F4cBo/s1600-h/s1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R2q7wHDQVvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/avaAA4F4cBo/s320/s1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146131959425029874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its so fun really it's really fun(you must have noticed I kept repeating the word fun) and yet it makes you angry and sad when you loss your military or when you are attacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R2q8I3DQVwI/AAAAAAAAADY/edtiqN0VtrI/s1600-h/s7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R2q8I3DQVwI/AAAAAAAAADY/edtiqN0VtrI/s320/s7.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146132384626792194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See, the buildings are so adorable...In a sense...Ignore this line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R2q8w3DQVxI/AAAAAAAAADg/hOWduOIUul4/s1600-h/s8.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R2q8w3DQVxI/AAAAAAAAADg/hOWduOIUul4/s320/s8.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146133071821559570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So fun(and again the word fun) it motivates me to face the pc whole day, sometimes. I'm sure someone is not too happy about this. Anyway I wanna quit it. Can't sacrifice my studies for this 2D game.(Now that someone is a little happier, or so I thought) Anyone who wants to try it. Try it after the exams, like those working class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3363047459437099766-6927394166007069749?l=richietkl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richietkl.blogspot.com/feeds/6927394166007069749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3363047459437099766&amp;postID=6927394166007069749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3363047459437099766/posts/default/6927394166007069749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3363047459437099766/posts/default/6927394166007069749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richietkl.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-pain-no-gain.html' title='No pain No gain'/><author><name>Richietkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01141348923491390691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R2q7wHDQVvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/avaAA4F4cBo/s72-c/s1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363047459437099766.post-5157322515503606287</id><published>2007-12-14T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T09:53:03.756-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>KL to Sabah</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'll be frank. My special someone is on a giant island separated by the world's largest sea, the South China Sea. It's been 3 days and it's her birthday today, happy birthday Panda Tan. I hope all your wishes come true, somehow. Yea I know those who reads this blog are my friends and they know who I meant but still I'll keep it this way. Anyway she's in Sabah now at Kota Kinabalu. She won't be back for a few weeks so I'm really gonna miss her. Tyoriginal was asking me to meet Panda Tan at Sabah. I was like what the heck what budget I got? I mean it's AirAsia not AirMalaysia, hell they won't give you discounts within Malaysia. The alternative is by foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R2LBqXDQVuI/AAAAAAAAADI/LJTPrcrQqU4/s1600-h/malaysia_rel98.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R2LBqXDQVuI/AAAAAAAAADI/LJTPrcrQqU4/s320/malaysia_rel98.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143886657896863458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check out the distance, I'm sure when I'm halfway there she's already back at KL. I'm not training for Ironman so its not necessary. I love marine life but I don't want to be one. Don't worry Panda Tan I'll just wait for you in KL till you come back. Happy birthday again. If I do swim  to Sabah, pray for me I reach the beach in one piece, at least one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3363047459437099766-5157322515503606287?l=richietkl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richietkl.blogspot.com/feeds/5157322515503606287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3363047459437099766&amp;postID=5157322515503606287' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3363047459437099766/posts/default/5157322515503606287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3363047459437099766/posts/default/5157322515503606287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richietkl.blogspot.com/2007/12/kl-to-sabah.html' title='KL to Sabah'/><author><name>Richietkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01141348923491390691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R2LBqXDQVuI/AAAAAAAAADI/LJTPrcrQqU4/s72-c/malaysia_rel98.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363047459437099766.post-2352916375053527360</id><published>2007-12-05T03:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T05:20:56.798-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Odd and unusual'/><title type='text'>Teddy Dog</title><content type='html'>I have a puppy, well actually shes an adult doggie now, but shes little so I call her my puppy. A toy poodle I think shes 9 months old now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R1f2emM40cI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6caV7zafw3o/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R1f2emM40cI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6caV7zafw3o/s320/Image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140848505177821634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is a tricky question. Is this a dog or a teddy bear? Dead or alive? This is one of the least dogs in the world which sleeps like a human. Yes shes picky and she loves the couch. You can't see the eye can you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3363047459437099766-2352916375053527360?l=richietkl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richietkl.blogspot.com/feeds/2352916375053527360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3363047459437099766&amp;postID=2352916375053527360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3363047459437099766/posts/default/2352916375053527360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3363047459437099766/posts/default/2352916375053527360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richietkl.blogspot.com/2007/12/teddy-dog.html' title='Teddy Dog'/><author><name>Richietkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01141348923491390691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R1f2emM40cI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6caV7zafw3o/s72-c/Image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363047459437099766.post-7566969970175447478</id><published>2007-12-03T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T10:09:47.663-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture shock'/><title type='text'>Blood and wine</title><content type='html'>So on Sunday I was working as a waiter with my cousin at Sunway Hotel. Not exactly a waiter but we are just in charge of the wine. Yeap wine, its Shyraz Cabernet South Australian year 2005. Anyone interested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R1Q_aGM40aI/AAAAAAAAACo/qowQG7itm9I/s1600-R/wine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R1Q_aGM40aI/AAAAAAAAACo/agg8q8Wt4cM/s320/wine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139802792310395298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we we're joined by 2 new staff and another 2 ladies which I still don't quite understand how they ended up working with us. It was a wedding function and at the end of it we made friends with the ladies, of course and all of the sudden I feel someone might be angry of me posting this. Both the ladies asked for our contact, ya know job opportunity in the future, its just new friends. So one of them asked my cousin what was his name, this is how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Hey whats your hp number?&lt;br /&gt;Cousin: Er this one.(Shows the number on his hp screen)&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Ok ok whats your name.&lt;br /&gt;Cousin: Blood.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Almost choke on my own saliva) What? Isnt your english name *******?&lt;br /&gt;Cousin: I don't like that, I game or whatever oso use Blood as my name.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Almost faint)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin is AH BENG now....WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean if you had names like Orange, Maple, Rain, Rainbow and even Internet(by far the worst). But Blood? I mean seriously... Blood? Im his cousin does that make me Oxygen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R1REM2M40bI/AAAAAAAAACw/sSLBuAK_RcE/s1600-R/ist2_2444500_blood_dripping_syringe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R1REM2M40bI/AAAAAAAAACw/yvqf3afAJRQ/s320/ist2_2444500_blood_dripping_syringe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139808062235267506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           Courtesy of iStockphoto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Geez kids these days can give you all sorts of surprises. I just can't imagine if he works in a hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: WE'RE LOSING HIM. WE NEED MORE BLOOD.&lt;br /&gt;Blood: Yea I'm here Doc wassup?&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: GET ME SOME BLOOD.&lt;br /&gt;Blood: Yea it's me.&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: NOOO not a nurse. I mean BLOOD. A negative BLOOD.&lt;br /&gt;Blood: YA I'M BLOOD WHAT YOU WANT?&lt;br /&gt;Patient: Can you two F**kers stop arguing and try to save me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe for creative parents you can name your kids with organic compounds' names like protein, cholesterol,  carbohydrate. Hey, weird names, cool family, you'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3363047459437099766-7566969970175447478?l=richietkl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richietkl.blogspot.com/feeds/7566969970175447478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3363047459437099766&amp;postID=7566969970175447478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3363047459437099766/posts/default/7566969970175447478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3363047459437099766/posts/default/7566969970175447478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richietkl.blogspot.com/2007/12/blood-and-wine.html' title='Blood and wine'/><author><name>Richietkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01141348923491390691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R1Q_aGM40aI/AAAAAAAAACo/agg8q8Wt4cM/s72-c/wine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363047459437099766.post-3591191037849278319</id><published>2007-11-26T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T20:58:45.910-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia Today'/><title type='text'>Marching and protest hits Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Recently there have been many protests on the streets which is actually the first time I've seen Malaysians doing this. First it was Bersih, and I don't think they are protesting about toilet cleanliness and garbage disposal. Then there was Hindraf, a large group of Indians  targeting the British High Commission. I find it funny when Hindraf claim it was the Britain's fault bringing them here to formal Malaya and now they are exploited. I think instead of going after Ang-mors, why can't they just blame their ancestor. After all they are the ones who came here in the first place in giant ships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R0r0Z1WfgBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Eyv9CXyuOXo/s1600-h/hindraf17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R0r0Z1WfgBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Eyv9CXyuOXo/s320/hindraf17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137187049624797202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey hey, I thought they were told to dress in orange? I can see...white..white...stripes...gray..nope..no orange. I still don't quite get it why they have to dress in orange until I came across this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R0r2wlWfgCI/AAAAAAAAACA/s62S6C5nUNI/s1600-h/8TVlogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R0r2wlWfgCI/AAAAAAAAACA/s62S6C5nUNI/s320/8TVlogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137189639490076706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Looks familiar huh...I bet theres an evil scheme planned between them. Maybe this owner of the logo will broadcast their march live provided if they all  wore orange T-shirts to promote the TV channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still,  I think these protest lately are good for the public, at least people have realise that they can fight for their rights and now they know its illegal to march in the city, its a free country, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R0r5JFWfgDI/AAAAAAAAACI/O4So2H8GxRk/s1600-h/hindraf21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R0r5JFWfgDI/AAAAAAAAACI/O4So2H8GxRk/s320/hindraf21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137192259420127282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            Tree &gt; Fire Truck &gt; Man&lt;br /&gt;Good thing those trees DBKL plants have proven useful during emergency besides getting drunk man to pee on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Government is trying hard to prevent these illegal gatherings and still people are doing it. This is all Namewee's fault, seriously I'm not a fan of his. It's ok to protest and show that you're unhappy but singing the National anthem in a criticizing way, that is not ok to me. I'm sure he has lots of die-hard fans out there, not me. The Government  has called in the police force to disperse the crowd, if it's not enough they even throw in a free cold bath for everyone and also aromatherapy that cause your eyes to itch and drip tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R0r8XlWfgFI/AAAAAAAAACY/rzp4uheu16I/s1600-h/hindraf22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R0r8XlWfgFI/AAAAAAAAACY/rzp4uheu16I/s320/hindraf22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137195807063113810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Run everyone run!!! The giant watering penis is here!!!! Oh look a penny I'll pick that up first=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway let's just keep ourselves away from such gathering, in case we get hurt. Better to sit in a hall and debate like a man. No point shouting out there since our Government very Kiamsiap share few km of roads for people to march also cannot. I hope ISA doesn't catch me for this. Must say something good first. I love Malaysia. Really I do. I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3363047459437099766-3591191037849278319?l=richietkl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richietkl.blogspot.com/feeds/3591191037849278319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3363047459437099766&amp;postID=3591191037849278319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3363047459437099766/posts/default/3591191037849278319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3363047459437099766/posts/default/3591191037849278319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richietkl.blogspot.com/2007/11/marching-and-protest-hits-malaysia.html' title='Marching and protest hits Malaysia'/><author><name>Richietkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01141348923491390691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R0r0Z1WfgBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Eyv9CXyuOXo/s72-c/hindraf17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363047459437099766.post-3505559591021373520</id><published>2007-11-19T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T12:05:13.438-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love Malaysia'/><title type='text'>All time favourite mamak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So I was out 1 day having a drink when I came across the best mamak in the world. I bet you never ever been to a mamak where the food is free. Well in this mamak it is free, the dessert is free. It's located somewhere in Bandar Puteri, all mamak fans should got check it out. Here's the proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R0HkVFWff4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/CU-JKClVllM/s1600-h/DSC05027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R0HkVFWff4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/CU-JKClVllM/s320/DSC05027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134636101043978114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what did I told you. Fruit salad RM0.00 and ABC(ais batu campur) RM0.00 . Unbelievable? Take a closer look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R0HlA1Wff5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/CMKdxeWFfBg/s1600-h/DSC05028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R0HlA1Wff5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/CMKdxeWFfBg/s320/DSC05028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134636852663254930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, RM0.00 you can actually imagine the face of every customer when they ordered this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Eh Ah neh kira... I ordered 1 ABC and 1 fruit salad, how much ah?&lt;br /&gt;Mamak boss: RM0.00 boss&lt;br /&gt;Customer: WTF? For real??&lt;br /&gt;Mamak: Yea its written in the menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the customer will be so happy like Mr.Tsonga .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R0HmTVWff6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/NoC43sQpApM/s1600-h/GALL_QUEENS_SS3_wideweb__470x329,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R0HmTVWff6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/NoC43sQpApM/s320/GALL_QUEENS_SS3_wideweb__470x329,0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134638270002462626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        Will you take a look at his giant smile.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not all, this mamak is the perfect hideout for all kids and teenagers who wants to run away from nagging parents. Why? This is the picture of the mamak shop. Observe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R0HndVWff7I/AAAAAAAAABE/6DXWQdFvoD8/s1600-h/DSC05030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R0HndVWff7I/AAAAAAAAABE/6DXWQdFvoD8/s320/DSC05030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134639541312782258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           Nathan's curry house, serving you exotic eastern food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              This is their menu, look closely at the shop's name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R0HoB1Wff8I/AAAAAAAAABM/4zE-c8mCcWc/s1600-h/DSC05029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R0HoB1Wff8I/AAAAAAAAABM/4zE-c8mCcWc/s320/DSC05029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134640168378007490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, it's RAHEEM's curry house now. Mr David Copperfield must have done a terrible magic trick on them, forcing them to have 2 names for 1 shop. Still wondering how it is a perfect hideout?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Ah boy where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;Ah boy: I'm at Raheem's curry house.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Ok I'm coming now.&lt;br /&gt;Ah boy: Ok see you then.&lt;br /&gt;(1 hour later)&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Ah boy where is Raheem's ???? I can't find it la..&lt;br /&gt;Ah boy: You sure or not? I'm at Raheem's la, the menu says so.&lt;br /&gt;Mum:Ok i find again.&lt;br /&gt;(the next day)&lt;br /&gt;Mum:Sorry la Ah boy I can only find Nathan's curry house. Can't find Raheem's at all.&lt;br /&gt;Ah boy:Never mind la ma, lucky I know my way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamak these days understand teenagers well. Trust me. If anyone finds you. He or she must be one hell of a stalker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lieing, the free desserts, they were fake. Look at the menu again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R0Hp51Wff9I/AAAAAAAAABU/ZTN-PQnERQ8/s1600-h/DSC05027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R0Hp51Wff9I/AAAAAAAAABU/ZTN-PQnERQ8/s320/DSC05027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134642229962309586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They serve desert only, no desserts...And how cruel of them to desert me there. I bet those "deserts" makes you crave for more of them cause it keeps your mouth hot n dry.&lt;br /&gt;Nathan's "desert" the one and only dessert that gives you a feeling of the Sahara. Ahh the hot and dry sensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R0HrBlWff-I/AAAAAAAAABc/ZmXlBlHupas/s1600-h/desert2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R0HrBlWff-I/AAAAAAAAABc/ZmXlBlHupas/s320/desert2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134643462617923554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             Hmm, where did all the customers go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3363047459437099766-3505559591021373520?l=richietkl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richietkl.blogspot.com/feeds/3505559591021373520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3363047459437099766&amp;postID=3505559591021373520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3363047459437099766/posts/default/3505559591021373520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3363047459437099766/posts/default/3505559591021373520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richietkl.blogspot.com/2007/11/all-time-favourite-mamak.html' title='All time favourite mamak'/><author><name>Richietkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01141348923491390691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZA2V2O0T0MM/R0HkVFWff4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/CU-JKClVllM/s72-c/DSC05027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
