<?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-18977247</id><updated>2011-10-03T18:25:22.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chewing My Legs Off</title><subtitle type='html'>Among other things</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladthelad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977247/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladthelad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310425208052253023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/1600/Me2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977247.post-2866946781556282411</id><published>2007-10-28T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T02:38:05.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Finally Here..</title><content type='html'>Over the past few years, we have been seeing lots of novels being adapted into the big screen. Take the LOTR series for example. The epic fantasy world created by the late J.R.R Tolkien was finally been given a face to show the world. His lovingly created characters, born of his imagination have been given voices and life, so to speak, through the efforts of Peter Jackson and his gifted and dedicated crew. By all means, i could definitely say that by making the 3 movies that he did, he managed to garner a whole legion of new fans to the LOTR universe, let alone the fantasy genre overall. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126078815323127970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="179" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QeIqxM8BWL4/RyN9hf39gKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/E7ZGf50whgI/s320/130205782.jpg" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beware of road collapsing beneath your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even 'The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe' from the Chronicles of Narnia has been made into a movie. I remember watching the trailer and feeling so pumped and excited anticipating the movie to come out. And what a movie it was! Not as good as LOTR tho'. Who knew that centaurs could look so cool? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126081220504813746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QeIqxM8BWL4/RyN_tf39gLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/u-vvTnCIZqA/s320/narnia334px.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aslan is the Roxxorz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which now brings me to a topic very dear and close to my heart - Dragonlance the Movie! Ever since i was a young teenager, i grew up reading Dragonlance novels. I was and still am totally captivated by the colourful characters and the powerful story of love, sacrifice and brotherhood it embodies. In fact, it is the only set of books i have in my collection that i have read over 7 times and will not hesitate to read again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So imagine my elation when i heard that Dragonlance was going to be made into a movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Movie!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whats more, the trailer has been released on my birthday! What more could a die-hard Dragonlance fan ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is with heartfelt emotion that i present to you the culmination of years and years of debate, the fruit of perseverence in face of uncertainty, pushing through all doubt and criticism, the long awaited DRAGONLANCE TRAILER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.dragonlance-movie.com/news/show_news.asp?id=20"&gt;Dragonlance Movie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know to laugh or cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll just cry&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18977247-2866946781556282411?l=ladthelad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladthelad.blogspot.com/feeds/2866946781556282411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977247&amp;postID=2866946781556282411' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977247/posts/default/2866946781556282411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977247/posts/default/2866946781556282411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladthelad.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-finally-here.html' title='Its Finally Here..'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310425208052253023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/1600/Me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QeIqxM8BWL4/RyN9hf39gKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/E7ZGf50whgI/s72-c/130205782.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977247.post-8403124540975931533</id><published>2007-08-16T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T21:52:19.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What? Where? What tag?</title><content type='html'>I must admit, after reading the comment &lt;a href="http://niched.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Janvier&lt;/a&gt; left for me, my mind went blank and empty as the little sweet box at the end of "Graveyard of the Fireflies" (We ALL remember that, do we?). I mean, where do I find this &lt;em&gt;tag&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon dilligent searching and browsing, i finally found out WTH this is all about.. sheesh.. can't you give an Internet underdosed guy a break?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But without further lollygagging, here are 8 specially chosen random facts about me :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;NUMBER 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current sleeping position is with my hands straight over my head, much alike how you would go if someone pointed a gun at you and yelled "Hands up!". Weird, i know. But i can't seem to relax properly when i put lower my hands below my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;NUMBER 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the topic of sleep, i have been frequently having episodes of "Sleep Paralysis" ever since I was about 12 years old. What happens is that I suddenly wake up in the middle of the night to find myself only able to move my eyes and that my entire body is paralysed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, i always feel that someone else is in my room, just outside my field of vision.. watching me lying there. Damned creepy &lt;em&gt;i tell you&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was younger, this was a really scary experience for me. But now, after years and years of going through this I mostly go "Aiyoyo! Not this sh*t again! Just close my eyes and continue sleeping!" Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;NUMBER 3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once saved one of my dad's friends from drowning when i was in Standard 6. It happened when both of our families were swimming in a hotel pool with those REALLY REALLY deep ends.. i'm talking about 10 feet deep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There i was with my brothers, seeing if we could touch the bottom of the pool when i spotted the poor fella twitching in the water below me. Sensing something was wrong, i paddled over and pulled him to the side, where he vomitted water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the thanks i got for that deed was a pat on the head. We didnt see much of them after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;NUMBER 4&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to learn Taekwondo when i was younger and took part in international tournaments in Australia and USA in the below 15yrs category. I won 4 gold, 2 silver and 2 bronze medals throughout those years of competitions in both fighting and "kata" events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above 15 years category are a totally different story altogether. Can you imagine how big and bulky those Aussies and Americans can get? What they lack in finesse the totally overcompensate with raw beefy power. KAPOW! Lights out for our 60kg (back then) hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now keep all my medals hanging on a mini shrine in my cupboard, which i look at about once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;NUMBER 5&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned to wiggle my ears about 3 years ago, after many attempts to move them ever since secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that fateful day, realised that everytime i feel a falling sensation, be it from a roller coaster, dreams or in computer games, my ears would wiggle unconsciously. Soon after the revelation, i isolated the muscles responsible for this act and now have full command of my ear wagging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;NUMBER 6&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a weird internal clock that somehow allows me to arrive at places exactly at the agreed time. On many occasions i have arrived at someone's house or at a shop and i glance at my watch and see that its EXACTLY 7:00pm for example. Its like my brain can make calculations on travelling time and lets me know when to start the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also applies to me waking up. About 95% of the time, i will wake up 2 minutes before my alarm and switch it off before it rings! I guess the fear of alarm bells compells my brain to wake up before it goes off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;NUMBER 7&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel my life would be totally different if i were 3 inches taller. People would look at me with more respect and i would make a better impact at first impressions. Such is the world of, where image matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;NUMBER 8&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was really really young, i stuffed a peanut up my nose and got it stuck! My parents had to bring me to the clinic where the doctor had to use a tweezer to pluck it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you all are thinking, "What a silly little boy" right? Well, you can't blame a little tyke for being inquisitive, can you? Look at the fine person he grew up to be. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: My parents still think that i sneezed the peanut into my nose while trying to swallow it. Shhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for me today, till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18977247-8403124540975931533?l=ladthelad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladthelad.blogspot.com/feeds/8403124540975931533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977247&amp;postID=8403124540975931533' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977247/posts/default/8403124540975931533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977247/posts/default/8403124540975931533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladthelad.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-where-what-tag.html' title='What? Where? What tag?'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310425208052253023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/1600/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977247.post-3007292656687597333</id><published>2007-08-11T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T20:07:02.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back on Days Gone By</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been ages since I opened up my Blogger account, let alone write a post. This is mostly attributed to time issues, and other lame reasons my evilly procrastinating mind can make up. So.. rather than take up precious link space on my other friends' blogs, i've decided to make an effort to blog regularly again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Waits for crowd to stop ROFL-ing and snorting in disbelief*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been giving me ups and downs lately, so many changes have been put upon my in a span of a few months. This is probably what made me want to start blogging again.. oh well, but we'll see how it goes, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get a new phone soon with a camera, then my posts wont be as crappy as this one. Haha, cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18977247-3007292656687597333?l=ladthelad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladthelad.blogspot.com/feeds/3007292656687597333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977247&amp;postID=3007292656687597333' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977247/posts/default/3007292656687597333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977247/posts/default/3007292656687597333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladthelad.blogspot.com/2007/08/looking-back-on-days-gone-by.html' title='Looking Back on Days Gone By'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310425208052253023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/1600/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977247.post-114395927693544195</id><published>2006-04-02T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T14:27:57.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Toy!</title><content type='html'>Ever wonder what is it with guys and gadgets? How we can spend countless hours just talking about specifications of the latest phones, PDAs, cameras. And when someone actually buys a particular toy, how the guys just crowd around it and make orgasm-like sounds whenever a high-tech feature is shown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since i joined my new company, i've been given a brand new toy to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/PDA%20Box.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/PDA.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Nice hor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It comes with a 1.3 Megapixel camera and flash. Whee.. no more depending on my 600Kilopixel phone. Also, the flash can be used sorta like a make-do torchlight when i'm looking for stuff in the dark.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I can play music, organise my schedule, make short notes and also do voice recording. There are 2 card slots for SD and Mini SD, so i can store up to about 1 Gig of information. There's bluetooth, IR, telephone, PDF Viewer, MS Office, MSN Messenger... And i also get unlimited GPRS access fully subsidised by the company, so i can surf the internet during lunchtime! (Who's making those orgasmic noises?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The only downside to this nice peice of technology is, i have to do my daily reports using it and send it out every day via GPRS.. so no excuses for not reporting on time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh well.. i'll take the good with the bad any day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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/18977247-114395927693544195?l=ladthelad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladthelad.blogspot.com/feeds/114395927693544195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977247&amp;postID=114395927693544195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977247/posts/default/114395927693544195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977247/posts/default/114395927693544195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladthelad.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-toy.html' title='New Toy!'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310425208052253023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/1600/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977247.post-114395509680580142</id><published>2006-04-02T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T13:53:00.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats your HR?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/1600/smiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/smiley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you ever sat down and thought to yourself, "How happy am I with my life at this moment?". And if you did, how would you rate it from a scale of 1-10? This is a question that almost always pops up when my friends and I gather for late night conversations. And more often than not, its initiated by my close friend whose name resembles a citrus fruit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But of course, its much easier said than done. You gotta count in lots of factors. Work, friends, hobbies, family, money and the whole jumble of things you might feel is important in your life. One person's priorities may lie in work, whereas some other person might value his family. Different people percieve happiness differently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So how do we simplify it to a scale?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, first of all, list down your criteria for happiness and think about how each one will affect you. How sad do you feel when you don't achieve any one of those criteria? If you achieve something, how happy will you be? Try to put it all into the perspective of x/10, and add it all up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Also, you have to look at it as a whole. Don't go saying, "Wah my boss fark me today dam kau man!" and bring the rating down to 6 from a 8 the day before. These everyday happenings are totally short term and shouldn't be affecting the equation. Instead, look at the job and the satisfaction you're getting from working the work you're working (eh?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Got that? Hm... quite dense, aren't you? How do i know? Because if you weren't that dense, you wouldn't have to read this part of the article and just skipped to posting your HR in a comment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha.. just kidding... really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So think about it. Whats your happiness rating?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me? I'm a strong 9.5. Come ask me for details personally.. haha! This is me signing off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18977247-114395509680580142?l=ladthelad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladthelad.blogspot.com/feeds/114395509680580142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977247&amp;postID=114395509680580142' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977247/posts/default/114395509680580142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977247/posts/default/114395509680580142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladthelad.blogspot.com/2006/04/whats-your-hr.html' title='Whats your HR?'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310425208052253023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/1600/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977247.post-114114556038969411</id><published>2006-03-01T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T00:52:40.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am i Good?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.att.net/~slugbutter/evil/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.att.net/~slugbutter/evil/good.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.att.net/~slugbutter/evil/" target="new"&gt;How evil are &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If i am, why is that evil character doing in the background? Maybe i have my inner demons too.. Barney Demons!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18977247-114114556038969411?l=ladthelad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladthelad.blogspot.com/feeds/114114556038969411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977247&amp;postID=114114556038969411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977247/posts/default/114114556038969411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977247/posts/default/114114556038969411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladthelad.blogspot.com/2006/03/am-i-good.html' title='Am i Good?'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310425208052253023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/1600/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977247.post-113914371056961249</id><published>2006-02-03T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T20:48:30.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belate-lated CNY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/1600/3%20dudes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/3%20dudes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy &lt;em&gt;(Belated)&lt;/em&gt; Chinese New Year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Was really really reaaaaaly lazy the past few weeks. So here! Have a funny pic for the lack of other proper chinese new year-zy themed pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gah-ha-ha! I love the internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18977247-113914371056961249?l=ladthelad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladthelad.blogspot.com/feeds/113914371056961249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977247&amp;postID=113914371056961249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977247/posts/default/113914371056961249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977247/posts/default/113914371056961249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladthelad.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-belate-lated-cny.html' title='Happy Belate-lated CNY!'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310425208052253023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/1600/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977247.post-113700066564284016</id><published>2006-01-12T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T02:06:12.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy Stress Relief</title><content type='html'>Here's something that my brother passed to me and is now stuck on my room wall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/400/stressreleasekit_A4_2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It makes a good conversation piece, thats for sure. Useful for offices too, i can imagine. The picture on my blog is very small... if you want it, go to the &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://p096.ezboard.com/fcommfrontiers25228frm17.showMessage?topicID=1.topic"&gt;CommFrontiers&lt;/a&gt; Site.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just dont place it in a place where you're likely to get drunk at... Seriously!&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/18977247-113700066564284016?l=ladthelad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladthelad.blogspot.com/feeds/113700066564284016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977247&amp;postID=113700066564284016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977247/posts/default/113700066564284016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977247/posts/default/113700066564284016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladthelad.blogspot.com/2006/01/easy-stress-relief.html' title='Easy Stress Relief'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310425208052253023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/1600/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977247.post-113699958450521453</id><published>2006-01-09T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T01:22:35.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/1600/beach.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/beach.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on a tropical island. I am at peace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the warm breeze running through my hair, and catch the salty smell of the ocean. Looking up, i blink involuntarily at sunbeams peeking through between the rustling leaves of the coconut trees, dancing playfully across the sand at my toes, teasing the little crustaceans hurrying about their business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they seem to be busy.. but not me! Taking a sip of my Pina Colada, i close my eyes and immerse myself in the splendour of my surroundings. The haunting sound of ocean waves washing up on shore, the cry of seagulls hovering overhead, the sound of a vaccuum cleaner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?!!! What vacuum cleaner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Crash! *Pop!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bang! Bang! Bang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum : Oei! WAKE UP LA!! Time to do your spring cleaning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Hnzzg... What time is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum : 10 am already! We were cleaning since 9! WAKE UUUUP! CNY coming already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay okay...&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so began my Saturday.. I knew i shouldnt have slept at 6am this morning.. but hey, when the opportunity comes to catch up with friends, you grab it by the horns and dont let go right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, bleary eyed and armed with garbage bag in hand, i rummage through my cupboards one by one.. Junk *fling*.. Junk.. *fling*.. more junk.. *fling*.. Junk... *fling*... WAIT!! That was a sock! Omg what am i doing? This is my sock cupboard! They're all socks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(one cold shower and one hot cup of Double-Sachet Aik Cheong Coffee later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we go! my room is nice and presentable now. The floor is swept, mopped and vacuumed. The walls dusted, the fan clean, my table looks neat all my old old clothes are finally thrown out. I also finally replaced my x-ray curtains with something thicker to keep out the evil evil sun in the mornings. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/Before.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before.. see the evil sunlight shining through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/After.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After, sweet darkness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm glad its all over, i wouldn't want to go through all that ordeal again any time soon. Thank goodness spring cleaning only comes once a year...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now to start painting the gate for my mum. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18977247-113699958450521453?l=ladthelad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladthelad.blogspot.com/feeds/113699958450521453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977247&amp;postID=113699958450521453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977247/posts/default/113699958450521453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977247/posts/default/113699958450521453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladthelad.blogspot.com/2006/01/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring Cleaning'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310425208052253023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/1600/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977247.post-113627378486193252</id><published>2006-01-03T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T17:25:17.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to 2006</title><content type='html'>So its finally happened... 2006 came charging into the picture on its gallant steed, kicking the old and decrepit 2005 out the window of hesternal oblivion. Haha! Out! Out! You senile old fool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting on days gone by, i try to recall my achievements in 2005... and this paltry list is all i could think of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I realised that i hated my ex-boss&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got myself a Nintendo DS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I met really interesting people, some i like a lot, some not too much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a car accident, making my Insurance NCB rate back to RM1000+&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I discovered Bangkok Jazz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I forged closer frienships with my existing friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had my hair &lt;strike&gt;raped&lt;/strike&gt; cut&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to Genting Highlands, but do not want to talk about it... ever&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bought my own laptop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I quit my job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I discovered that Toblerone comes in 3 different flavours, and they come from Switzerland&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/toblerone_100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Anyway...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out for our annual New Year's outing yesterday. I must say that it was quite an enjoyable experience, meeting up with old friends who have been away or busy with their own lives. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/Monopoly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Largest Monopoly Board in the World, officiated by Guinness Book of Records, in 1Utama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Had lunch in &lt;strike&gt;Jack's Place&lt;/strike&gt; X, a cosy little restaurant on the 1st Floor of 1U New Wing. The ambience itself is quite comfy, but there's something about the decor inside that reeks of "cheapness". I had a personal dislike for the tablecloths in particular.. green and white checkerboard design. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/All.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Apparently the black star is looming over waiters everywhere this month... how hard is it just to hold the camera still and press a button? See.. see the gawd-awful tablecloths!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/Dory.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This be my meal: pan fried Dory fish with unknown sauce, garnished with pathetic boiled carrots, peas and underage potatoes. Hmm wonder is any international potato laws were broken? Will i get arrested for playing with juvenile potatoes? (&gt;^^)&gt;~&lt;(^^&lt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/Sirloin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sirloin Steak, also served with unknown sauce and the usual lineup of pathetic vegetables.. (did i mention the ugly tablecloth yet?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/Special%20Steak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most expensive meal in &lt;strike&gt;Jack's Place&lt;/strike&gt; X, the Special Steak! But as you can see.. yes yes.. its the same thing, you just get and extra ingredient in the shape of cylindrical unidentified &lt;i&gt;special&lt;/i&gt; vegetables. Wowee.. what a treat.. bleh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At times like these, you realise that it isnt what you do with your time, or where you go to spend it. The most important thing is the company!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heres to the new year and all the promise it brings. HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18977247-113627378486193252?l=ladthelad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladthelad.blogspot.com/feeds/113627378486193252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977247&amp;postID=113627378486193252' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977247/posts/default/113627378486193252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977247/posts/default/113627378486193252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladthelad.blogspot.com/2006/01/welcome-to-2006.html' title='Welcome to 2006'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310425208052253023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/1600/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977247.post-113552059024772310</id><published>2005-12-25T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T22:23:10.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/1600/o_christmas_tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/o_christmas_tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" &lt;em&gt;I'm dreaming of a white christmas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like the ones I used to know, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where the treetops glisten, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And children listen,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To hear,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sleighbells in the snow.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- White Christmas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I wanted to make a nice little greeting with my laptop.. until i discovered that i dont have any graphic software installed.. no MS Office, no Adobe Photoshop.. no nuts. So here you go, my masterpeice for Christmas using MS Paint and manual pixel editing...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="217" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/untitled.0.jpg" width="342" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas! Wishing you all a happy year ahead. Thanks for all the good times and memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18977247-113552059024772310?l=ladthelad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladthelad.blogspot.com/feeds/113552059024772310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977247&amp;postID=113552059024772310' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977247/posts/default/113552059024772310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977247/posts/default/113552059024772310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladthelad.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310425208052253023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/1600/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977247.post-113541449097638823</id><published>2005-12-24T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T22:24:57.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is a box of circuits</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/1600/Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a particularly &lt;em&gt;"good"&lt;/em&gt; Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking into consideration that i'm sitting im my room all alone with nobody to talk to, fighting off lethargy, boredom and listening to "depressing" songs as &lt;a href="http://wubrg.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Janvier&lt;/a&gt; would call them. Looking forward to spending the night all by myself too.. so cruel is my fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/Me2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing i got my new laptop! Tadaa! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/Sideview.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Compaq Presario M2247 AU! I w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on't bore you with the specs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I spent the entire morning clearing up my desk from the usual garbage to make a space worthy of my new baby! Now this sleek, silver beauty sits comfortably in its rightful place among its lesser neighbours Mr. Nightlamp, Ms. Plastic Water Bottle and the Michael Crichton book called "Prey". Yay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/Glowing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eeee! It glows! It Glows!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/Frontal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beautiful Screen! Beautiful Screen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who says that money can't buy happiness! Merry Christmas to Me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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/18977247-113541449097638823?l=ladthelad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladthelad.blogspot.com/feeds/113541449097638823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977247&amp;postID=113541449097638823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977247/posts/default/113541449097638823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977247/posts/default/113541449097638823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladthelad.blogspot.com/2005/12/happiness-is-box-of-circuits.html' title='Happiness is a box of circuits'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310425208052253023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/1600/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977247.post-113465838315945162</id><published>2005-12-15T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T11:26:27.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hairy Situation</title><content type='html'>This week has been quite interesting for me. You see, its been 5 days, 5 hours, 49 minutes and 36 seconds since i got my &lt;strike&gt;head raped&lt;/strike&gt; haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started one day when i looked in the mirror and exclaimed, "OMGWTFBBQ! My hair looks like a tropical rainforest on Enfagrow! I look like a Yeti!". Pulling down my fringe, it went well past my nose and was tickling the little space above my upper lip. "Hmm... i didn't notice it was &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; long before. I wonder if it has something to do with that new food supplement from Abbot i started eating".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/yeti.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Orchid la! No, thats a star, my dear, stupid boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pondering over the situation, i ran my fingers through my ebony locks, watching the layers cascade down and parting gently down the centre. Little did i know, that would be the last time i would feel its soft strands stroking my face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Deciding to do something about the rainforest, the Yeti decided to take a leisurely drive over to this new hairstylist place a friend recommended. "Nothing too fancy, just a little trim here and there to make it neat, not too short...". My mind wandered over the possibilities as i hummed in tune with the radio. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Reaching the shop, i was greeted by a short, pudgy, squinty-eyed woman with a noticable hunch and ominous dark bags under her eyes.&lt;/p&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady : You want cut hair ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew : Yeah, thats what i'm here for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady : How you want cutting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew : Nothing too fancy, just a little trim here and there to make it neat, not too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady : ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew : ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady : ... So... you want cut hair ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And she was off! Cutting here, snipping there, pausing once in a while to squint her eyes appraisingly at my rapidly diminishing rainforest. My eyes widened in horror as I watched her work with fervour often seen in obsessive-compulsive people hunting dust bunnies under thier beds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And then it was over... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The incessant snipping ceased.. a quiet, uncomfortable silence fell over the empty salon, amplified in intensity by the ticking of the lone clock on the wall. The troll shuffled backwards and gave a grunt of approval. I stared at my &lt;strike&gt;raped head&lt;/strike&gt; haircut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My hair was in a state of limbo. Somewhat almost like a crew cut.. but not quite.. its too long. A little like my old long hair.. yet too short to part. It looked like.... a coconut!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/coconut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bushy and rough... yet tasty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Still in a state of shock, i paid the troll with dead fish heads and scurried home to see what i could do to remedy the disaster sitting on my head. Reaching home i immediately ran to my brother, who lived a year in Japan, and had extensive experience with hair styling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Brother : OMGWTFBBQ! What the hell happened to your hair?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Andrew : Long story, i sorta ran into this troll see.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Brother : Nevermind that, lets see what we can do about it. *Takes up Japanese Hairstyle Book* Hmmm... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Andrew : Cmon Japanese styling!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Brother : *flips through the book* Interesting.. seeing the consistency of your hair.. hmm.. maybe we could... no, no.. how about.. hmm... Aha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Andrew : Yes? Yes?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Brother : *Slaps books shut* You're screwed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/Image070.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now where did i put my cap?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sighs...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18977247-113465838315945162?l=ladthelad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladthelad.blogspot.com/feeds/113465838315945162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977247&amp;postID=113465838315945162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977247/posts/default/113465838315945162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977247/posts/default/113465838315945162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladthelad.blogspot.com/2005/12/hairy-situation.html' title='A Hairy Situation'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310425208052253023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/1600/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977247.post-113388281283003728</id><published>2005-12-06T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T09:02:47.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to fill your pockets with cash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyone loves money, and thats a fact. Money makes the world go round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/bag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The secret to giant moneybags revealed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just found way to have your pockets bursting their seams! By following this method, you could be in a permanent state of bulging pockets! Wanna know the secret? Listen up closely, for i will reveal this amazing technique only once. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/Image061.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hold parking ticket in hand. Stare gloomily at lone RM 1o bill in wallet. Walk slowly to autopay machine... sigh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 2:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/Image062.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steady quivering hand. Gently insert parking ticket into the gaping abyss. Silently curse your recent spending habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 3:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/Image063.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Groan softly as the infernal machine asks for payment. Reluctantly insert RM 10 note into its evil, evil mouth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Step 4:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/Image064.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cringe as you hear the dreaded jingling of money falling Casino-Jackpot-Style. Look sadly at the bounty you have in front of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 5:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/Image065.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mourn the demise of your wallet as you try to stuff your treasure into its guts. Wonder how many parking tickets you can pay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I should have just bought me an ice cream from McDs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18977247-113388281283003728?l=ladthelad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladthelad.blogspot.com/feeds/113388281283003728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977247&amp;postID=113388281283003728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977247/posts/default/113388281283003728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977247/posts/default/113388281283003728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladthelad.blogspot.com/2005/12/how-to-fill-your-pockets-with-cash.html' title='How to fill your pockets with cash'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310425208052253023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/1600/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977247.post-113370000329218962</id><published>2005-12-04T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T08:58:41.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a holiday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/1600/beach.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/beach.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Break glass in case of emergency. Use Bob.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever have the feeling that you just wanna run away and leave all your responsibilities behind? To throw caution to the wind? To just let your hair down? To party till the cows come home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you said yes to any of the above, you need a holiday! Gosh i soooo need a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been aeons since i last had a walk along a beach, lazy waves washing upon pearly white sand, with the wind rustling softly in the coconut leaves above ("wisha-wisha-wisha?"). Just the thought of it can send me into fits of daydreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Aeons, caught AeonFlux last Friday night. Overall was an okay-okay show-lah. Action a bit mild, and the fight scenes seemed like the camera was jerking around more than the actors... in fact, the fights could have been well choreographed macarena dances, for all we could see. Even the "Main Guy" (for lack of a better word, i forgot his name anyway) in the show drones his lines with an awful low monotonous voice that would put the most boisterous of babies into deep slumber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sample script from "Main Guy": "Nuuu.. my lab is on fire... nuuu... zzz.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the show had one saving grace though, and what a helluva saving grace it is! Definitely makes the show worth the money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHARLIZE THERON!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/aeonflux.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rawr! Ogle at my legs while i pose ridiculously in a corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hmm.. wouldn't mind spending a day at the beach with her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But back to the post! This month seems to hold much promise for a long awaited break from the daily grind of work. Being fortunately employed in Selangor, which is celebrating the birthday of our beloved Sultan, i'll be getting Monday the 12th off! Throw in a few leave days and we have a recipe for happiness!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you Sultan Sharafuddin Idris Shah, for your birthday! We love you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Been planning for 2 possible options for the long weekend:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fun-Filled Weekend at Genting Highlands&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fun-Filled Day out at the Bird Park&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Option 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/bird_park.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can't find the cute hornbill logo, so here you go.. a crappy photo i scrounged up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Kuala Lumpur Bird Park, the largest bird park in South-East Asia, holds thousands of birds representing nearly every major species of this part of the world. They have hot chicks, cool chicks, fried chicks, you pick... duck oso got if you want.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Option 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/genting_hotel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Help Uncle Lim maintain his gold-plated walls, la! Visit Genting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Just 51km or about an hour’s scenic drive from the bustling metropolis of Kuala Lumpur is Genting Highlands Resort or popularly known as Genting - City of Entertainment. Good weather, theme park, FREE accomodation, amazing company.. . what more could you ask for?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But good as it seems, can only choose one place to go lor... so how? The committee is good to go, the necessary people notified, the driver designated.. we're just waiting for a certain &lt;em&gt;someone &lt;/em&gt;to decide.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;More details on the decision next week! Till then, this is me signing off!&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/18977247-113370000329218962?l=ladthelad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladthelad.blogspot.com/feeds/113370000329218962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977247&amp;postID=113370000329218962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977247/posts/default/113370000329218962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977247/posts/default/113370000329218962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladthelad.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-need-holiday.html' title='I need a holiday!'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310425208052253023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/1600/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977247.post-113310212046622349</id><published>2005-11-27T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T11:35:04.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Nature and Hammers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/1600/waterfallsmall.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/waterfallsmall.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sight! There's just something about the serene beauty of nature that fills my heart with calm and peace. If i found a place like this, i would immediately feel the urge to build a fence, dig drains, build tents and chop bamboo all day! I'm sure many of you would say the same.. to some extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was young, my family moved around alot, Dad working with JKR and all. Born in Johor, i was uprooted at the age of 4 when my father was transferred to Alor Setar, Kedah. My only 2 distict memories of that time were a piggy-back ride from my dad and the time I jumped on a thumb tack. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 87px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="142" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/kedah.jpg" width="114" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The drive took over 12 hours from south to north&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving to Alor Setar, we lived in cozy little corner house on a dead end street. I don't recall the name of the road or the housing area.. but then again who pays attention to these details when you're 4? At the time the neighbourhood kids didn't take too kindly to "newcomers" and so i found myself alone most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That didn't bother me at all. Because all the friends i needed were in the beautiful garden we had. There used to be a big tree up front, of which i climbed almost every day. Sometimes i would find a bird nest or a lizard among the bushes, much to my delight. There were ants nests in the soil, worms under the rocks, spiderwebs in the bushes... everyday was a new adventure waiting to unfold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the tender age of 5, i had determined which of nature's creatures were poisonous and which of them were okay to play with. My parents gave me a hammer to bring along on my journeys of discovery... yes a HAMMER! This is how the usual scenario would play out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/bugBig.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do ya feel lucky, punk? Do ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;"Oooh look at the pretty bug!"&lt;br /&gt;*looks for sharp pincers, stings, or bright red colouring*&lt;br /&gt;"Bad Bug!"&lt;br /&gt;*WHOMP! WHOMP! WHOMP!*&lt;br /&gt;“Oooh another pretty bug!”&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Aahh… life's simple pleasures. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="252" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/hammer_s.0.jpg" width="334" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My best friend, lets call him "Bob"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, life was beautiful back then, being so young. Not having to worry about responsibilities and only looking forward to the next day. I have to confess that most of the memories i have locked in my head are from those blissful 3 years in my life, before my Dad had to move again to KL when i was 7. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing i noticed about life: the older you get, the faster time seems to fly. I guess its because nothing makes us excited anymore. Daily life has boiled down to mere repetitiveness of the fundamental actions of living, while we let life itself whizz past our very eyes. Where's the fun in that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Here's a tip to everyone out there. Whenever you feel the burdens of life bearing down on you, and you can't take it anymore, just throw down that report, article or whatever. Take a walk to your porch and look up! Look at that sky! Seriously!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/orion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good ol' Orion shining down on us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Go on, try it! One gander to the heavens above is all you need to put the universe into perspective. Then you'll realise that we are all but specks of dust in the wonder of creation... and that report can wait for just another day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is me signing off... live well and don't forget to stop and smell the roses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18977247-113310212046622349?l=ladthelad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladthelad.blogspot.com/feeds/113310212046622349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977247&amp;postID=113310212046622349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977247/posts/default/113310212046622349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977247/posts/default/113310212046622349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladthelad.blogspot.com/2005/11/on-nature-and-hammers.html' title='On Nature and Hammers'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310425208052253023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/1600/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977247.post-113247831763445024</id><published>2005-11-20T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T20:37:44.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does the time go?</title><content type='html'>Where does the time go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, sitting in my room wasting away another fine weekend… again. How is it that I spend the entire working week counting the days, hours, minutes and seconds till Friday comes, and when it comes… I don’t feel any amount of fulfillment whatsoever? The answer is easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is evil. Exhibit A:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="238" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/time.1.jpg" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aiyo, people stuck in a glass bottle still want to spin-spin ah?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, here are some fun facts:&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Fun Fact 1&lt;br /&gt;Weekend = 48 hours bursting with fun-filled potential and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun Fact 2&lt;br /&gt;Less sleep = more fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun Fact 3&lt;br /&gt;Time flies when you’re having fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun Fact 4&lt;br /&gt;I’m a light sleeper, and my wake-up time is chronologically synchronised with the sun for some freaking reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So lets take a typical weekend morning. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The land is filled with beautiful birdsong. Little hamsters everywhere roll over and blearily blink their cutesy hamtaro-like eyes, greeting the day. Barney the Purple Dinosaur is singing his song on TV, teaching our children valuable lessons in life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;AAHHH... Sweet oblivion.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;CRASH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get jerked awake at 7am from a 3am shuteye, the glorious sun shining through my Venetian blinds, curtains, blanket, blindfold and eyelids (5 layers!), burning a hole in my retinas, thus sending a searing signal to my subconscious brain to mercilessly drag my conscious self screaming and kicking out of the wonderful dreams I might been indulging in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/1600/cekik.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="122" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/cekik.0.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Come here.. cekik kau you! Nyama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cursing the universe for the existence of the sun, I contemplate my 2 options:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A) Wake up and face the day, I can’t hope to continue to dream anymore anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;B) Continue grumbling and go back to sleep, knowing that the grandfather clock downstairs chiming every quarter hour will penetrate my earplugs and keep me in a state of semi-slumber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;________________________________________________________ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="166" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/gfclock.1.jpg" width="63" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bane of slumber &amp; nemesis of peaceful rest, enter Grandy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I spend a crummy morning with Mr. Lethargy till well over 12. Sometimes Mr. Hangover drops by too to make things worse, depending on my activities from the night before. Together, the tag team could probably take the entire day to shake off. SMACKDOWN!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/rock_bottom_on_hhh.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alcohol at its best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But anyways, i kiss my morning goodbye and get ready for the afternoon. What should i do now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A) Have a helluva lot of fun, at the expense of time (refer to Fun Fact 3), effectively cutting my weekend short in a whirlwind of joyful frolicking and light-hearted giggling. WHEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;B) Brood over the time i have left, but somehow miraculously dragging the weekend to satisfying lenghts of agonising depression. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="194" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2449/1869/320/Image044.jpg" width="259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Proof of Fact 3, notice time acceleration in background&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Either way, i lose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Who's there? Oh, its only you, Monday. You're early this week. 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