<?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-7548085544082268107</id><updated>2011-09-13T14:08:50.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Very Peculiar Cow</title><subtitle type='html'>An almost meaningful blog ..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethecow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethecow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MoO~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083221786117825199</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>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548085544082268107.post-954007888177430771</id><published>2009-06-08T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:03:36.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home ..</title><content type='html'>I don't even know what I should feel right now .. Maybe like an earthquake .. but in your heart ..Where your foundation ..your ground lies ..So where should you place your heart  when it crumbles entirely ..I dont even wanna begin to think..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548085544082268107-954007888177430771?l=bethecow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/954007888177430771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/954007888177430771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethecow.blogspot.com/2009/06/home.html' title='Home ..'/><author><name>MoO~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083221786117825199</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548085544082268107.post-1742825587002223609</id><published>2009-04-15T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T17:57:20.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barter System</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My funny hong kong friend made an agreement with me. So outrageous that I will never consider accepting.. ..until ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hongkong Friend: ''Hey, tomorrow Ive got to wake up early to go on my vacation trip, since you're studying until 6.a.m., can you wake me up at 5.30am?''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "emm tonight I might be sleeping early, around 4am probably, because i'm going for badminton at 9am"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hongkong Friend: ''Well lets make it this way, you wake me up, I'll give you 4 kiwis''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "What!?! *with a disbelieve expression*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hongkong Friend: ''Plus another 6 eggs''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "DEal!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then when i came back to my room.. these were at my door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325085688097313618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_as-_7oagqbk/SeaBOEWOk1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/OAiRkJ4NtsI/s320/Image081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And he said he will owe me the eggs =.= these eggs are mine! (for illustration purposes)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325085689807659666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_as-_7oagqbk/SeaBOKuAYpI/AAAAAAAAAHo/He02wrtTbls/s320/Image080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then he later came in my room holding a stack of dirty dishes. Saying "I'll throw in another bar of Yorkie(a chocolate bar) if you wash these for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He is now pushing his luck too far! ... NOH WAY!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the cheeky fella! not as decent as he looks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325085693449209634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_as-_7oagqbk/SeaBOYSOByI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aliTcWq6fxc/s320/Image079.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/7548085544082268107-1742825587002223609?l=bethecow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/1742825587002223609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/1742825587002223609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethecow.blogspot.com/2009/04/barter-system.html' title='Barter System'/><author><name>MoO~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083221786117825199</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_as-_7oagqbk/SeaBOEWOk1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/OAiRkJ4NtsI/s72-c/Image081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548085544082268107.post-3113212875828764398</id><published>2009-04-05T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:57:37.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snatched</title><content type='html'>There's a common 'strategy' used by a category of people.&lt;br /&gt;The category that indirectly asks for money from you.&lt;br /&gt;You see them at not so busy streets, sometimes at slightly busy streets as well, outside restaurants, parks, car parks but not in the heart of the city though, because they need your attention.&lt;br /&gt;The phrase goes like this :&lt;br /&gt;"Hiya mate~ do you have 40p to spare? I need to make an emergency phone call but ive got not enough change''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More or less like that. Most people would just go ''sorry, no'' because we already know.&lt;br /&gt;1st day of orientation, we were already enlightened and warned by the uni coordinators about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As I was walking out of the entrance, there was a number of people surrounding this frustrated man. He was so frustrated and angered his voice was shaking. My nature of being curious, I slowed down to eavesdrop ..to catch these words ..''He was asking for change, but I havent got any, so I borrowed my phone to him and he ran off with it ..'' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I looked at that man and his eyes were all red ..looking very anxious, like his day couldn't get worse ..until just.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Whats more saddening was ..he was limping ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A thief stole a phone from a limp, and from his outfit, he doesn't seem well off. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You had a bad day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548085544082268107-3113212875828764398?l=bethecow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/3113212875828764398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/3113212875828764398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethecow.blogspot.com/2009/04/snatched.html' title='Snatched'/><author><name>MoO~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083221786117825199</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548085544082268107.post-7552583514308060012</id><published>2009-04-03T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T08:28:09.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slaaaaaaaaaaack</title><content type='html'>exams in a month! ...Im THRILLED!! ..if you can sense the sarcasm in my words, Who wouldn't be thrilled for exams xD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure everyone lovesss battling off with the books ..scattered notes and frizzy hand writing all over your paper! .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the time of the year again . tuck in your shirt ..tighten your pants , and pick up your pen and paper. .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so enjoying this =.= ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548085544082268107-7552583514308060012?l=bethecow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/7552583514308060012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/7552583514308060012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethecow.blogspot.com/2009/04/slaaaaaaaaaaack.html' title='Slaaaaaaaaaaack'/><author><name>MoO~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083221786117825199</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548085544082268107.post-2953999982461870601</id><published>2009-03-22T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:31:55.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts and foreign feelings</title><content type='html'>Thoughts can really amplify a situation. Like an expanding spiral digging downwards and outwards not knowing when it will stop. Happy thoughts? I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional and sad thoughts on the other hand, are not easy to control. It burdens the brain and put you in a state of grief to no end. Here on, you seek consolation, if there's any at all, by spilling your heart out to whoever listening. Then all you need to hear is, "it's gonna be alright" and your spiral slowly comes to a halt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to look weak. In the past, if there were any occasions that were bad enough to get my thoughts spun, I will dwell on it no doubt, but then recuperate from it faster than how it happened.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly as I grow older, the dwellings became less and less. If there are any complications, deal with it practically, rather than crying out loud on why did it happen. Maybe because I feel contented and rather look at things in a simpler way, think less complicatedly, and pursue no drama. Maybe thats part of being an adult, you become stoner by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK there exist some people who would deliberately put themself in the emotional state of grief. I'm not sure if its true, but I think a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;different feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; exists simultaneously while you feel your heart clench tightly because of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I know about the crying nerve related to the laughing nerve that both serves to alleviate your stress level, but this is different. That foreign feeling, as far as I remember, feels like a sense of relieve, threading that sadness out of your heart. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;That PROCESS, feels good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I think thats part of human's survival instinct that reminds ourselves that says''it's not the end of the world, buddy''. Maybe thats why some people are ''dramatic'. Make sense ? Don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, grief and weep can remind a person of being alive, maybe that is what I need to remind myself of.&lt;br /&gt;Some tell me I'm heartless, I tell them I just look on the bright side of everything.. until it got too dark just now ... ha ha curious?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548085544082268107-2953999982461870601?l=bethecow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/2953999982461870601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/2953999982461870601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethecow.blogspot.com/2009/03/thoughts-and-foreign-feelings.html' title='Thoughts and foreign feelings'/><author><name>MoO~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083221786117825199</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548085544082268107.post-3989812738960900637</id><published>2009-03-21T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T02:33:10.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 21st Birthday Nikkolaaai</title><content type='html'>Because Ive got work tomorrow, I won't be able to post it sharp at 12am (23rdMarch2009) malaysia time, so ..here it is ..&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;early arrival!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAhaha not to worry ..this isn't your only present :)&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from work ..and I did this thing until now (4.00am) and ive got to wake up at 9.00am to prepare for work tomorrow! ..I know ..the amount of sleeplessness you go through makes mine look like peanutbutter n jam .. but its the effort !! ..haha besides, it's my first time using movie maker, guess I did considerably well ! ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy 21sr Birthday Nicholas Quek Way Wern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from cow, all da way from a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;BEsto besto Besto FrienD FoRevaR!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c8bfb31fda9a8804" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc8bfb31fda9a8804%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330043630%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3490A974472E9C6378175369FAE9F50E7C4FCC4C.7F2F991245E7FA3E5830B6547BB8B5E8A2554F00%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc8bfb31fda9a8804%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLuFnvKuUBi_fJvzng8cLEQ-9nsA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc8bfb31fda9a8804%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330043630%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3490A974472E9C6378175369FAE9F50E7C4FCC4C.7F2F991245E7FA3E5830B6547BB8B5E8A2554F00%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc8bfb31fda9a8804%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLuFnvKuUBi_fJvzng8cLEQ-9nsA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P/s  I like the pic where you are holding your leg, and the song sings ''no doubt in my mind where you belong'' HAHAh!! ..stuff that foot in your head!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548085544082268107-3989812738960900637?l=bethecow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/3989812738960900637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/3989812738960900637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethecow.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-21st-birthday-nikkolaaai.html' title='Happy 21st Birthday Nikkolaaai'/><author><name>MoO~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083221786117825199</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548085544082268107.post-235363983366571098</id><published>2009-03-01T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T08:47:45.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Expiry Date: January 2014</title><content type='html'>We finally decided to buy our flight tickets home.&lt;br /&gt;When I was done with my booking, i went over to my friends room to guide her with the details.&lt;br /&gt;I reckoned it would be faster if i typed everything for her. So we went through one by one:&lt;br /&gt;"whats your name" .... "Jessica Chin pui yee"&lt;br /&gt;"Your Passport number" .... "A xxxxxxxx"&lt;br /&gt;"your date of birth?" ....."bla bla bla (i forgot)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Expiry date?" ... .. . ... .. ...~she gives me the most confused tilted-to-the-left face ever~ (o.O)  ..and said ..."who? me ?" ...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course it's you ..I cant be asking the expiry date of the passport, can I?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol .. don't belittle her though , she completed her ACCA papers and is now taking her masters degree! ..&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH XD&lt;br /&gt;Thats all Folks!&lt;br /&gt;p/s: ..I expire in april 2030 ..what about u ..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548085544082268107-235363983366571098?l=bethecow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/235363983366571098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/235363983366571098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethecow.blogspot.com/2009/03/her-expiry-date-january-2014.html' title='Her Expiry Date: January 2014'/><author><name>MoO~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083221786117825199</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548085544082268107.post-9058710155623621099</id><published>2009-02-19T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:51:47.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally! Some Spice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was so focused in my assignment that I did not smell it coming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My room phone rang, "Look outside the window!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next moment, I dashed outta my room and took the elevator down, as u already know if you have read the 'exterminator post', it's a freakin grandfather metal box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THERE WAS A FIRE INCIDENT IN ONE OF THE HALL NEXT TO MY BLOCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304593782919912162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_as-_7oagqbk/SZ2z8Myv2uI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Pa1aaKq5xus/s320/Image062.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at the smoke in the air!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304593780755865394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_as-_7oagqbk/SZ2z8EuzHzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/QvvFAyef1Pw/s320/Image064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is there a Char-coaled body in the fire truck???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304594233093133586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_as-_7oagqbk/SZ20WZ0aFRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/BI9uNxoFUzM/s320/Image061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh those people who cant mind their own business! Including myself of course he he It was one of those units, smoke coming out of the kitchen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304593785933267490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_as-_7oagqbk/SZ2z8YBMAiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xs-DX6d8OiY/s320/Image066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hey people! Don't you know you shouldnt stand so near? what if a ball of fire suddenly fall out?Stay Behind me! Noobs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304595950545188562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_as-_7oagqbk/SZ216X04ttI/AAAAAAAAAHY/dI3X9BcQzyY/s320/Image068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Birds-eye-View from my room. There was actually three firetrucks. One Left.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The conclusion was, I think, someone left a pot on the kitchen electrical stove and it probably exploded (just to exaggerate). The air smelled like burnt plastic. It was very smoky though. This is what i saw our hero (fireman) do: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ran up 4 flights of stairs, barged into the unit, open the window and let the smoke out! Cheers and applause!! weeeeeeee!!&lt;br /&gt;It takes three firetrucks, no kidding! I'm sure it's for good intentions, just in case, u know? :)I was kiddin about the char-coaled body, just to create some suspence, for myself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ahh only a burnt pot and smoky air and loads of firetrucks. Nothing big to go on the newspaper, only worth me blogging.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/7548085544082268107-9058710155623621099?l=bethecow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/9058710155623621099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/9058710155623621099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethecow.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally-some-spice.html' title='Finally! Some Spice!'/><author><name>MoO~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083221786117825199</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_as-_7oagqbk/SZ2z8Myv2uI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Pa1aaKq5xus/s72-c/Image062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548085544082268107.post-7471044736018043615</id><published>2009-02-18T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T07:45:58.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets give me something to blog about.</title><content type='html'>It's already February going into March. Just few months ago, it was all about coping with life here and everything that came along the way. Now I look forward to everyday as it draws nearer to july/august. The thought of getting on the plane to fly home, it's so comforting! I can already visualise the food in front of me, the place i'm going to go, faces i'm going to see. There's even a mental things-to-do-list.&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, Mount Kinabalu!&lt;br /&gt;Im planning a trip there to conquer the peak! As glamourous as Ive put it, it is really just 4000 ft above sea level. To some people, it's a stroll in the park. But i know it's gonna be tough anyways! oh Yea and FUN! ..it's 4Days 3nights and the 3rd night would be spent at an awesome beach spot, chalets chalets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing, if you're interested or adventurous enough, let me know, and we'll be one big happy climbing group! ..Mount kinabalu is just the first! ..hahah we'll see where we go from there.&lt;br /&gt;It should be around mid august. Ask me for more details =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548085544082268107-7471044736018043615?l=bethecow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/7471044736018043615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/7471044736018043615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethecow.blogspot.com/2009/02/lets-give-me-something-to-blog-about.html' title='Lets give me something to blog about.'/><author><name>MoO~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083221786117825199</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548085544082268107.post-6714027546403512138</id><published>2009-02-01T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T17:12:46.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>snOw!!</title><content type='html'>HAhah finally we decided to come out of our cocoon to roll up some ball.&lt;br /&gt;And thats the biggest snowman we can manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_as-_7oagqbk/SYZGkEONwxI/AAAAAAAAAFw/w_6o2A4UrmM/s1600-h/Image049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297999597070566162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_as-_7oagqbk/SYZGkEONwxI/AAAAAAAAAFw/w_6o2A4UrmM/s320/Image049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meet Kush Kush!&lt;/div&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/_as-_7oagqbk/SYZGbG94S6I/AAAAAAAAAFo/u6FQ5rp1DAU/s1600-h/Image045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297999443188534178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_as-_7oagqbk/SYZGbG94S6I/AAAAAAAAAFo/u6FQ5rp1DAU/s320/Image045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How funny, I have to make snowball for her to throw at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_as-_7oagqbk/SYZGa4JRgYI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ncw563XaO3I/s1600-h/Image046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297999439209791874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_as-_7oagqbk/SYZGa4JRgYI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ncw563XaO3I/s320/Image046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next second after this was taken, the phone was mashed with snow. . .just kiddin . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_as-_7oagqbk/SYZGa_obUAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Io8tOfjiuQw/s1600-h/Image048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297999441219506178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_as-_7oagqbk/SYZGa_obUAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Io8tOfjiuQw/s320/Image048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That surprised look is because we manage to made snow ball from that thin snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_as-_7oagqbk/SYZGa204CJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/mnv9p4QuJns/s1600-h/Image047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297999438855800978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_as-_7oagqbk/SYZGa204CJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/mnv9p4QuJns/s320/Image047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She insisted on taking another pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wasn't dreaming of a white chinese new year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ooh yea this is our hall compound, where we stay! Nice isn't it :)&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/7548085544082268107-6714027546403512138?l=bethecow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/6714027546403512138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/6714027546403512138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethecow.blogspot.com/2009/02/snow.html' title='snOw!!'/><author><name>MoO~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083221786117825199</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_as-_7oagqbk/SYZGkEONwxI/AAAAAAAAAFw/w_6o2A4UrmM/s72-c/Image049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548085544082268107.post-1804994973254172445</id><published>2009-01-28T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:33:43.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The taste of CNY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_as-_7oagqbk/SYCkg1k1BCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/TcY-MjLCA4U/s1600-h/Image043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296414045832021026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_as-_7oagqbk/SYCkg1k1BCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/TcY-MjLCA4U/s320/Image043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .."what are you lookin at! this is my salvation .."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loong Kee's Brand of Dried Chicken Meat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Delivered all the way from malaysia, saves every chinese soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_as-_7oagqbk/SYCkS0ZNyfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Dta6TyBl3Sg/s1600-h/Image043.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_as-_7oagqbk/SYCkM_7WmtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zjFSJgxXdwk/s1600-h/Image043.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548085544082268107-1804994973254172445?l=bethecow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/1804994973254172445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/1804994973254172445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethecow.blogspot.com/2009/01/taste-of-cny.html' title='The taste of CNY'/><author><name>MoO~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083221786117825199</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_as-_7oagqbk/SYCkg1k1BCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/TcY-MjLCA4U/s72-c/Image043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548085544082268107.post-9160944073239371741</id><published>2009-01-27T08:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T08:51:15.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unknown Source defines the taboo</title><content type='html'>You know you're getting fat when one day, you bend over to feel an unfamiliar sensation obstructing your movement, like a barrier that stops you from being flexible, even tying shoelaces takes your breathe away, and yes, like a float around your centre of gravity. LOL&lt;br /&gt;The source refused to be named. (sorry I exaggerated =D)&lt;br /&gt;But it's not me, yet. Hopefully never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548085544082268107-9160944073239371741?l=bethecow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/9160944073239371741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/9160944073239371741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethecow.blogspot.com/2009/01/unknown-source-defines-taboo.html' title='Unknown Source defines the taboo'/><author><name>MoO~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083221786117825199</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548085544082268107.post-795600723633768562</id><published>2009-01-26T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T06:58:17.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~~~~~~~~~~~</title><content type='html'>I want to be home! .....=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548085544082268107-795600723633768562?l=bethecow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/795600723633768562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/795600723633768562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethecow.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='~~~~~~~~~~~'/><author><name>MoO~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083221786117825199</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548085544082268107.post-7810888341488536091</id><published>2009-01-25T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T17:07:21.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 ?</title><content type='html'>Every year seem to pass faster than the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;preceding&lt;/span&gt; year. And there is these three celebration that everyone(at least every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt;) looks forward to for the approaching year. Christmas, New Year, and the Chinese New Year. For me, it's been done every single year ever since I can remember my life, so accustomed to it that it becomes like some sort of ritual that I have to go through to confirm that the year behind me is really behind me.&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese New Year celebration that lasts for 15 days is like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Check Point&lt;/span&gt;, with all the ear-deafening fireworks, gambling everyday without fail, widening your waistline, visiting friends and family, and of course, the red packet. Then you know the new year has &lt;em&gt;truly arrived&lt;/em&gt;, time to really set your resolution straight, study hard, work smart, whichever.&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel like something is missing. No shining &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shimmering&lt;/span&gt; red decorations, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; dedications, no lion dance, no fireworks. It is the time of the year, yet ....!&lt;br /&gt;You can also say its a form of replenishment of energy, like clicking on the 'refresh' button, start anew, one better than the previous.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, non of that is happening. Like I'm dragging 2008 in 2009, if that means anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Happy Prosperous Chinese New Year Everyone.**&lt;br /&gt;+)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548085544082268107-7810888341488536091?l=bethecow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/7810888341488536091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/7810888341488536091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethecow.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009 ?'/><author><name>MoO~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083221786117825199</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548085544082268107.post-3036508687113344347</id><published>2009-01-23T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:52:12.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess it was too much to hope for ...</title><content type='html'>Lol, eventually they charged me for the piano, down to every penny.&lt;br /&gt;Odviously, Duh! Is it me or does anyone look for unexpected positive turns of event?&lt;br /&gt;My piano is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Happy Birthday to Serene Chee* - Welcome to the Club of Twenties&lt;br /&gt;You're always in my tart.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I am pushing my life cart.&lt;br /&gt;Just when my life is about to halt,&lt;br /&gt;You boost my morale in just a fart.&lt;br /&gt;Lol totally random.&lt;br /&gt;Oo I should be a poem writer, what do you call a poem writer ? Poemist ? Poeism ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548085544082268107-3036508687113344347?l=bethecow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/3036508687113344347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/3036508687113344347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethecow.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-guess-it-was-too-much-to-hope-for.html' title='I guess it was too much to hope for ...'/><author><name>MoO~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083221786117825199</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548085544082268107.post-7965334151630107206</id><published>2009-01-20T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:45:53.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Has Heaven opened its eyes on me ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_as-_7oagqbk/SXZ-HiyyiWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/F2SRFE0nh9s/s1600-h/preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293557080084613474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_as-_7oagqbk/SXZ-HiyyiWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/F2SRFE0nh9s/s320/preview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must be really really optimistic to arrive at this conclusion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, last thursday I purchased a digital piano online, which has cost me, to be exact, £285.85.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats helluva money to me. I covered a total cost of £12o pounds from that week's pay from work, including a transaction error that my uni has made, to my convenience, where i was paid twice the amount of my wages for working as a student ambassador. *You see i've been lucky*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the cost would be beared by my bank account, which is my mom's money, where she happily agreed and encouraged,saying - ''Of course you can! If you don't have enough money i can still send you some" Of course i cant ask for more mom, i already feel guilty enough indulging myself with all these past-time entertainment. But,*Phew*!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here comes, I submited the wrong delivery address while making the purchase. To cut it short, It didnt match my debit card delivery address. Which made the whole delivery go into a pending status. Cant dispatch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Details : on the day of purchased, in my online bank account status, it show Account balance £4oo, with available balance £115. This piece of info means that a FUTURE charge will be incurred when everything go through, but not deducted from your account yet, you still have those cash. This was because of the mismatch of address I provided.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now everything is cleared, they verified my card, verified my address. And piano has been dispatched today, with estimated arrival time from 8am - 5pm the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Curious, I checked my account online again, this time :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Account balance 400£ ...available balance £400 ...o.O ??? "@.@ ???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What ?! hold on ..with all my hopes and dreams, could it be possible that they voided my first payment, and then delivered the piano without charging me ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because from what i understand, if there would be an incurring future charge, they would reduce the amount to show the balance at ''available balance'', which apparently isn't the case now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Free digital piano ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is where all of you come to play, Pray for me! ..and get 1 pound each! ..if it's really free XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A series of fortunate event ? First a double pay from the uni, then a free piano ?..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must not be thinking too much ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But being optimistic is really fun, you've got nothing to lose, and everything to gain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PRAY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s Thanks mom! Best christmas gift eva! ..or chinese new year .. whichever =)&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/7548085544082268107-7965334151630107206?l=bethecow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/7965334151630107206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/7965334151630107206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethecow.blogspot.com/2009/01/has-heaven-opened-its-eyes-on-me.html' title='Has Heaven opened its eyes on me ?'/><author><name>MoO~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083221786117825199</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_as-_7oagqbk/SXZ-HiyyiWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/F2SRFE0nh9s/s72-c/preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548085544082268107.post-651201649208717873</id><published>2009-01-19T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T19:14:24.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone has a story</title><content type='html'>I took the time to look back into myself, to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;comtemplate&lt;/span&gt;, how eventually I became who I am today, through all sorts of things that has happened in my life. All sorts. I'm not even sure where I should start.&lt;br /&gt;For starters, one day in 2002, i was in school, in the class, we had a free period, the whole class went berserk. We were throwing things around, boys vs girls, I remembered clearly. Crushed unused papers mostly. While I was at it, it didn't occur to me at all the following event can possibly happen. I threw this ball of paper at one of the girl (i guess it kind of hurt), and it hit her face. She was angry, mad, furious. She didn't scream or anything, just ignored me. And that, people, has had a devastating effect on me. Filled with guilt, feels like a permanent butterfly in the stomach, out of guilt. I tried to apologize, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;odviously&lt;/span&gt; not the right time at that moment. I felt horrible that day, really really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;awful&lt;/span&gt;, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; felt that way before. On the way home, in the bus, I kept thinking, what should I do, what should I say to her, how do I reach her to apologize,  and suddenly a stream of tears came running down as I stare out the window of a setting sun. The wind generated by the speed of the bus blows the tears off my face, but it keeps coming. Sounds dramatic, but it was like that. The next thing was what I was good at, wasn't taught how to do it, to hide my feelings, put on a mask.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like sympathies. Back home, it was like every other day, like I was impervious to any emotion at all. But my churning stomach wasn't lying to me. I wrote a foot long email to her, 1st day, no respond, 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; day I wrote another, no respond, 3rd day I wrote again, she replied, I was given the green flag. The relieve was an indescribable feeling. The 3 days was hell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; just one, but it played a role in my life. I realised how friends are really important to me, well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure to anyone. Since then I started to think before I do/say anything. Everything.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually as I get by, I met people whom Ive learnt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; from. Some comes and goes, some remains your friends, some became friends you know you can be yourself at anytime, where being around them is like being in a sphere that has it's own dimension, a genuine dimension, and you don't care whats outside the sphere anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Malaysia, friends that I hang out with are the friends I can be myself around them.&lt;br /&gt;Does it mean I am not myself when I'm around some people, not really. There are just certain characteristics you don't show. I honestly still cant figure out the element. Maybe just an uncomfortable feeling, but that means everything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; it. However, every relationship progresses, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; for sure, a not-so-close friend can always be your true friend once both parties develop interest in doing so. It only takes time. How much time do we have?&lt;br /&gt;Scenario : One fine evening you're free, you have a choice between going out with your best friends, like every other day, which should already bore you but in fact not even a bit, And someone whom you're not so close with, who wants to hangout with you, which would you opt for? I would always go for the first choice. The choice that i choose will give a bad impression to the other person. So how should one tackle this problem. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I like to do things when I feel like doing, at my own leisure, not obliged to anyone, anything, anytime. Having typed this out, I see that I'm a selfish person (we are by our human instincts?), which I already know long ago, and has made some contribution to change. Sort of only to people i prioritize, which sucks, because we only have so much time, and cant have every relationship fit into it.&lt;br /&gt;Id like to quote ale,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just make time every year, just one day per person, to meet up with the people who meant something to me. Yet relationships are funny things. Getting closer to someone usually means getting even closer. The more you spend time with them, the more time you need to spend and it becomes a heavy investment. It's only natural that you have to build on to maintain a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's time to accept that some people need to stay in the past. Or maybe both parties just have to acknowledge that there's a cap to their friendship. That there's only so much time we have, and that time is reserved for people you prioritize as more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has made me a clingy person. If you're my good friend, you're not going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;This is to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548085544082268107-651201649208717873?l=bethecow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/651201649208717873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/651201649208717873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethecow.blogspot.com/2009/01/everyone-has-story.html' title='Everyone has a story'/><author><name>MoO~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083221786117825199</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548085544082268107.post-7819024414963194158</id><published>2008-12-29T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T05:09:21.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blog!</title><content type='html'>Hrm, I can't think of anything interesting to write. Besides lately Ive been busy with assignments, even during christmas, for the sake of a more relaxing January.&lt;br /&gt;There are these events worth mentioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ben got me a really nice christmas gift (will post pictures and videos later)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sherene got me a really nice christmas gift (from London)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Of course I got them presents as well ^^&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had the best time since I came, On christmas day with friends having a feast of chinese food! that we cooked ourselves! (again everything will be posted later)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alot of shoppng, but within my limits =) (my mom might read my blog, so yeah !)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had a great time with my distance relatives, from Hong Kong which has settled here in UK long enough. More mah jong, poker cards and playstation !! lol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take Care everyone, Christmas has passed, time to set your resolution for 2009 ...and break it =P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm going to have Greggs's Ham and Cheese Sandwich lateR! YUM&lt;/p&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/7548085544082268107-7819024414963194158?l=bethecow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/7819024414963194158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/7819024414963194158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethecow.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog.html' title='blog!'/><author><name>MoO~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083221786117825199</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548085544082268107.post-7471843125808860816</id><published>2008-12-08T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:03:13.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exterminator in the Elevator ..</title><content type='html'>12pm, I left my hall in a mess! Uncombed hair, half jacket dangling off my shoulder, tucking my shoe with one hand whilst holding a bag with the other. All of these odviously indicate that - I'm Late For Class! As I close the door behind me, I headed directly for the 'down' button of the elevator, hoping that I don't need to wait too long for the elevator. BTW, I live on the 7th floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good grace! The elevator arrived just after 5 seconds of wait. Trying my best to cut down any redundant traveling time from my hall to campus at all, I stood directly in front of the elevator door. When it opened, there stood an over-sized guy. The moment he saw me, It was as if he suddenly needed to go somewhere in a hurry. I figured he needs to eat/shit/whatever. It was a fraction of a second before I regain composure. The heck? I need to get to class!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's where I was Exterminated-refering to my title.&lt;br /&gt;It F*ckin reeks in the elevator!! ..Now the puzzle fits. That guy farted! And he cant bear the shame of me looking him in the face if I notice the gas with him around- which explain his impatience to get out of my sight the moment the door swung open!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fart disaster. I swear he could've had his own personal fly, which swarms around him, waiting for him to unsheath his sword of gas. What a killing machine.&lt;br /&gt;I held my breath for 7 floors. I cant use that as a time factor, but I assure you it felt almost like the escalator was mocking me, descending at it's sluggish speed. I felt so helpless trapped between rush-hour and that box of gas. I could use the stairway but no time to spare. So I resorted to psycho-ing my brain that I don't need air to breathe, but in fact suffocating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ting* "Ground Floor "(Elevators Voice) - Sounded like God's messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off I went in a stride, (deep breath - inhale,exhale) to join my friend and head to class together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;PoooooooT &lt;/span&gt;*"Retreat!!!" Says the warriors from the movie '300'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548085544082268107-7471843125808860816?l=bethecow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/7471843125808860816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/7471843125808860816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethecow.blogspot.com/2008/12/exterminator-in-elevator.html' title='Exterminator in the Elevator ..'/><author><name>MoO~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083221786117825199</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548085544082268107.post-8151581881666735278</id><published>2008-11-28T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T13:53:48.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving ..</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Thanksgiving Day.&lt;br /&gt;Not having the slightest idea about it, we somehow 'celebrated'.&lt;br /&gt;It was evening when my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hall-mate&lt;/span&gt; called for an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;invitation&lt;/span&gt; to dinner at Bella &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Italia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds posh, huh. Usually I wouldn't even consider going, knowing roughly how much it's going to cost. But somehow I agreed without much thought this time.&lt;br /&gt;But the conversation that took place was the funny part,&lt;br /&gt;Ring* ring*&lt;br /&gt;(In Cantonese)&lt;br /&gt;Alex : Hey, do you want to go dinner together with us ?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh! Who's us?&lt;br /&gt;Alex : Me, Chris, and Becky ...(Before i even have the chance to answer ..) You come la ..you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;working&lt;/span&gt; already right, it shouldn't be a problem for you, come la, once in a long time right? ..&lt;br /&gt;Me : I didn't say no also! See you guys later he he he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I give the impression of being STINGY??? I would say it's because I&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;'m&lt;/span&gt; COST SAVING all the time that makes people think I'm calculative.&lt;br /&gt;Situations where I don't follow them on a weekend trip because of the train fare, several times. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; now, so I guess i can flex my budget (^^,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up in a dimly-lit-with-candles Italian Restaurant. Romantic huh?.&lt;br /&gt;The food was nice, all except for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;carbonara&lt;/span&gt; which was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lil'&lt;/span&gt; plain and tasteless.&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was alright.&lt;br /&gt;When we decided to call for bill, Becky suddenly said she has a Multi-store Discount Card for students and Bella &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Italia&lt;/span&gt; is listed in it, 20% off! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;! Unexpected gain!&lt;br /&gt;So the bill was bearable, we all forked out equal amount.&lt;br /&gt;*will not reveal the price, he he he*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548085544082268107-8151581881666735278?l=bethecow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/8151581881666735278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/8151581881666735278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethecow.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving ..'/><author><name>MoO~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083221786117825199</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548085544082268107.post-8647298015368094137</id><published>2008-11-24T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:55:19.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Implied action ..or not ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Not doing/saying something, doesn't imply the opposite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Doing/saying something is implies whatever the action/speech is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But if you were doing something regularly to the effect that has positively or negatively affect people around you, once you stop doing it, it implies otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.g. Relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Situation 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nice guy' gives 'girl' a hug and a speech of love everyday. One day he stops doing so, she thinks he stop loving and caring for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Situation 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Silent guy' never knew how to express his feelings to 'girl', never showed it in action. Miraculously, out of the blue he felt romantic and bought a bouquet of flower for her. Girl feels out of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e.g. Friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This applies to the beginning stage of friendship, whereby 2 individuals are getting to know each other better. It takes one &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;active&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and one &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;passive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to arise in those 2 person, probably switching in turns. Somehow I believe in a certain personal contribution of some sort in order for a friendship to progress . Once one of them stays passive all the time, it hardly moves from where it is anymore. ''It takes two to tango''. But of course, it only takes more effort at the beginning, like every other thing we do. After which, you cling on to each other like link-chains effortlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;e.g. Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........whenever we are with them, I guess I can speak on behalf of everyone that, we never imply anything through our actions, or at least never thought of it, because it's just pure sincerity. They are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;afterall&lt;/span&gt;, the reason why 'we' are 'we' today,right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;just a thought that I had while walking to squash court today (something must'av triggered it, don't know what), but i'm sure everyone already notice this fact lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;o.O or i don't even know if it makes any sense ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548085544082268107-8647298015368094137?l=bethecow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/8647298015368094137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/8647298015368094137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethecow.blogspot.com/2008/11/implied-action-or-not.html' title='Implied action ..or not ?'/><author><name>MoO~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083221786117825199</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548085544082268107.post-3631101062345154425</id><published>2008-11-23T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:19:48.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bladder Express ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CNN EMERGENCY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to take the opportunity to highlight this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Public Toilet facility is insufficient in Manchester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;They are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; stingy in providing public toilets. I don't know whats the idea.&lt;br /&gt;In Malaysia, public toilet is as good as ATM machine on its availability, wait! Even better!&lt;br /&gt;Every corner of the street, wherever there's coffee shop, there's toilet.&lt;br /&gt;It's quite a common sense to know places like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mcdonalds&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Starbuck&lt;/span&gt;, Burger king, etc etc whatever that falls under the category of 'chain-stores', has public toilets installed as part of their service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the contrary, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Manchester City Centre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A place where one would imagine or expect high facilities services such as, pedestrian walking, efficient bus system, cash machines, etc etc. To make the place even more attractive, they have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;decorative&lt;/span&gt; like gardens, statues, benches to relax, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;horses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to take picture with, all these plus a floor fountain. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who would've thought that they don't support the freedom to let out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;faeces&lt;/span&gt; and urine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Nobody said it, but at least it's implied so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me enlighten you. In the entire city centre, I only know of 2 available toilets. One is a container located somewhere at the corner of the garden. Where you have to pay to use.( I don't know how much because i don't intend to pay)&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;, is located in the building of supposedly highly promoted and recommended for tourist and locals - &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Manchester &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Arndale&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;UK's&lt;/span&gt; largest inner-city shopping centre and has 240 stores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly only 1 toilet in premise. I'm in awe.&lt;br /&gt;There was once where I needed to use the loo badly, from afar I spotted burger king, I ran for its rescue, only to curse frantically.&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine, Burger King. And No, there isn't any toilet in S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tarbuck&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;, subway etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I know well enough that I should empty my bladder before going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion is,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;due to the fact that there isn't enough pee pee facilities, many resolve to pee-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; on any street corner/alley they can find&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; (not implying that I did! ..not denying either HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reporting Live from cow's bladder crying in agony, bethecow.blogspot.com!, Manchester UK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today's weather forecast shows ..cloudy ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548085544082268107-3631101062345154425?l=bethecow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/3631101062345154425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/3631101062345154425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethecow.blogspot.com/2008/11/bladder-express.html' title='Bladder Express ..'/><author><name>MoO~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083221786117825199</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548085544082268107.post-3930067598409587965</id><published>2008-11-18T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T11:16:11.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend to weekend ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I cant keep track of time anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I know it's occuring to everyone that Chinese New Year 2008 just happened not long ago, and now you're lookin forward to replenishing your lil' piggy bank content containing your $$ you've received in red packets and used up from this year. Quite unfortunately for me, away from home, away from family, this is the 1st time in my life I'm not about to celebrate Ho! Ho! Ho! and Qong Hee Fatt Choi . (This is not self-pity,lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm straying away from what I intended to write*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, that time passes so quickly it's scary. I think it's because of the effect of having a routine. Much similar to one I have in Malaysia. Either it's pathetic or people don't change much in a span of time, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;the fact that I havent changed much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Still, time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;here's what motivates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; me to look forward to tomorrow without much effort ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I look forward to &lt;strong&gt;mondays&lt;/strong&gt;, for squash games with the squashy gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For &lt;strong&gt;tuesdays&lt;/strong&gt;, A day with no class (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;HELL YEAH!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; A new episode of Heroes. And chance to cook myself a nice dinner =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For &lt;strong&gt;wednesdays&lt;/strong&gt;, I would have Squash matches against other university (we're up against &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Uni of Liverpool&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow) - Either side is gonna get their ass kicked, bet it's theirs ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursdays,&lt;/strong&gt; the weekly series are ought to be out by now. A weekly dose of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;japanese comics, anime, sitcoms, house MD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fridays&lt;/strong&gt; - Just the fact that its a friday causes you to scream WOOHOO! This is part of being a commoner like myself.&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt; Ecstatic form of relieve really&lt;/span&gt;, just to know it's weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturdays &amp;amp; Sundays &lt;/strong&gt;- This is the 2 day you look forward to, no reason needed. Ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last weekend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ended quite differently. For a change, to get a feel of the culture here, I decided to go out with&lt;strong&gt; Ben&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Shereen&lt;/strong&gt; for a drink. We've now redefined the Malaysian term ''yam cha'' from having teh tarik in mamak stall, to having a pint of lager (a cup of beer)(btw, those who didn't know what pint of lager is, I didn't either)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;First, we headed down to Student Union, where it's cheaper to drink. Had a pint. Played pool with the locals there. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Me and Ben VS Guy 1 and Guy 2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(whatever their name was). They were much better players, there's no need to further mention the outcome of the game :( They were funny enough though, we took pictures, one of em' took out a semi-pro camera out of nowhere! Picture is with them and i'm tryin to get it asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student Union closed at 12.30am. We decided to adjourn to another place called &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Footage&lt;/span&gt;. Ben's been there before and said it's reasonable to drink. So there we are. We had a lil chat and then moved on to a toy machine. Something happened. Ok, Shereen fell on the floor at the end of the happening. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As she gracefully fell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, the bouncer was walking by, and he thought &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;me and Ben was bullying her&lt;/span&gt;, only to realise after a split second that we've just lost the final stage of winning a minor prize from the toy machine. Yeah, we bellowed in disappointment that it could be heard within 10 metres radius, people stared. Remember the music was blasting, blame the lagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The minor prize was - a tamagochi. Shereen wanted it sooooo bad, she fell (truth is she tripped) in disappointment when I lost the last level. Of course she wouldn't blame me, I was the only one who reached that level. Heh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We then made friends with some people from Uni of Salford there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270214989233796658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_as-_7oagqbk/SSOQnCM4NjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fnk-Xse1cdM/s320/DSC00057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270214986587526066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_as-_7oagqbk/SSOQm4V9U7I/AAAAAAAAADw/0r1A-fcKTQc/s320/DSC00060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is how they say goodbye. Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verve&lt;/strong&gt;, the recruitment agency I currently work for, to be given jobs like waite&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ring in a hotel whenever there's an event , and being stationed in a kiosk at football stadium handling till machine-selling burgers, beers, and snacks etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well they had an &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;early christmas party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. All staff were invited. Not all went. We did and together with Shereen's brother, Ken and his gang who has been here in UK for years. Drank quite a bit there.We went back early to celebrate one of em' guy's (CK) birthday. Had steamboat at their very posh apartment (to me it seems so) and it's slightly less expensive compared to where i'm staying.Dang.It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270214995043185746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_as-_7oagqbk/SSOQnX18dFI/AAAAAAAAAEA/mz0RP_OJD8Y/s320/DSC00065.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Check out the upcoming band. He he. Ben, William, n Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh. Oh. What happened today reminded me of what ale blog&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;ed about &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;'absent-mindedness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know, things like throwing your socks into the dustbin instead of the laundry basket. Well for my case, a rather mild one, I squeezed out some hair conditioner and splash it over my face, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oooo what a feeling&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; refreshingly greasy. I don't know what made my motor memory think that it's a facial cleanser. Usually the sequence is - Shampoo, conditioner, shower gel, face cleanser as last. It got off-track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Now you'll never beat this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My best friend Mr.Nicholas Quek and his out of the world absent mind (only sometimes,but when it happens, listening to it the 2nd time still cracks me up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;hey look, it's night-time, decided to brush his teeth&lt;/span&gt;, Nick heads to the toilet picks up his toothbrush, spins open the cap of a facial toner and conveniently pour some on his toothbrush not realising it's not toothpaste.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;One time, he was doing face mask&lt;/span&gt;, so he used a bandana to hold up his hair. After he was done with it, he thought of taking a shower to clean off, only to shampoo his bandana in the shower.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;He was talking on the phone with&lt;/span&gt; me one time when I was still in Malaysia, he got off his car, locked it, and checked his pockets to see if he left anything. ''Oh I forgot my phone'' he said, I said ''oh okay''. He unlocked the car, searched high and low. Suddenly it struck him. He's holding it in his right hand to his ears LOL. I did not think about it either at that time, but when he explained what happen, I laughed so hard over the phone. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;He's such a breath of fresh air. He ain't heavy, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He's my best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548085544082268107-3930067598409587965?l=bethecow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/3930067598409587965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/3930067598409587965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethecow.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend-to-weekend.html' title='Weekend to weekend ..'/><author><name>MoO~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083221786117825199</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_as-_7oagqbk/SSOQnCM4NjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fnk-Xse1cdM/s72-c/DSC00057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548085544082268107.post-6805948299880628869</id><published>2008-11-18T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:56:25.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d975564bf1848401" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd975564bf1848401%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330043630%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5FC4CEEFB1AFBDB80550D384F3B2C370CCCC8B2F.13F35C1503FA58423939594AC93B1AEC0B66CAD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd975564bf1848401%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJI6uZtPXB1EZPGK84A0luKiT0Qg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd975564bf1848401%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330043630%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5FC4CEEFB1AFBDB80550D384F3B2C370CCCC8B2F.13F35C1503FA58423939594AC93B1AEC0B66CAD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd975564bf1848401%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJI6uZtPXB1EZPGK84A0luKiT0Qg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe I exaggerated a lil bit ..hehe, he don't sound so bad to me now ..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Notice how he says okay as ''OCK KEH'' lol, and towards the end he stared at my friend for talking ..thats why I moved the camera away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548085544082268107-6805948299880628869?l=bethecow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/6805948299880628869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/6805948299880628869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethecow.blogspot.com/2008/11/maybe-i-exaggerated-lil-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>MoO~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083221786117825199</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548085544082268107.post-3961378709325780021</id><published>2008-11-13T10:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:26:30.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Virgin Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My first attempt&lt;/span&gt; to blog was mentally materialized. I had an idea on how its going to be, though.&lt;br /&gt;I, then took a bigger step few months later, inpired by god knows what/who, I founded myself a blog(I don't even remember the name of that old blog), but stared blankly when it comes to beautifying it. Alt+F4. Shut down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third attempt, I wanted to bail, yet again. No, actually not really. This time I was sure it's going to happen. Why? because the circumstances has changed. Its been two months now since I came to Manchester to do my nerdegree - Accounting &amp;amp; finance. 1st month was busy, getting things done and settled, time crawled like cow dragging the paddy. 2nd month was less hectic, I could use the time to blog, I thought, a new pastime.&lt;br /&gt;Marcus guided me on putting up CBOX, nicky helped design my banner, it was sailing through. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Here it is, a breakthrough, my virgin post. *Pat on the back*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow(friday) is the day i dislike attending lectures and classes. 3 hours back-to-back, 2 hours of which I have to endure Mr. John keenan and his extremely annoying &lt;strong&gt;irish accent&lt;/strong&gt;, which sounds like he's mocking &lt;strong&gt;Goofy from Disney&lt;/strong&gt; since the day he was born. Doesn't seem like he's going to stop anytime soon. At least goofy is smiley, Mr Keenan is plain miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You want prove? I'll give you proof in my next post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I'm bringin' a camera to class tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I might be braggin' a lil'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but I swear to you I was frowning the whole time for the first two of his lectures, till my forehead wrinkled. I'm sure it wasn't there before. Then I thought, i'll have to live with it for the whole year, might as well try to accept it. What I did was simply; imitate that &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bailey's irish creamy coffee accent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. After every sentence of his, I would mutter silently to myself exactly what he said, the way he said it. It went on for about 10 mins until I realise i've lacked behind, too engrossed with his words that I didn't get its meaning, so I started scribbling notes from the person beside me. Before I know it, I was listening to him intently minus the usual difficulty and agitation. I have successfully fine-tuned myself to his lecture. We speak the same language now (^^,) Cheers mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;The past two months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has been great, no doubt. I'm cool being away from home, not the type that goes into depression (I think?). But there was at least more than several times had I stop at my tracks and thought about my beloved back in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beloved&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey look, it's tripple F.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548085544082268107-3961378709325780021?l=bethecow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/3961378709325780021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548085544082268107/posts/default/3961378709325780021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethecow.blogspot.com/2008/11/virgin-post.html' title='Virgin Post'/><author><name>MoO~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083221786117825199</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></entry></feed>
