<?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-5585628177139201442</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:05:47.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</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>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-1525287193009721286</id><published>2008-04-11T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T20:32:45.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>A random post. I'm feeling bored and trying to pass the time. I should be studying for my mid term exams coming next week but i just can't get myself to. Life has taken a turn for the worst. I seriously can't wait to get back home to Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be bothered to even load up pictures. I don't know, i guess the lazy bug hit me and i'm just not going to waste time (altho i have plenty to waste) to load up pictures onto photo bucket just for the sake of loading it here. if you want to see pictures, just head on over to my facebook. There isn't plenty but it should be sufficient enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know im starting to write nonsense but who gives a damn. I just writing everything that is coming out of my mind right now without filtering it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If YOU happen to read this mate. Everyone has problems. Don't worry 'bout it. Life is short and we should not live it feeling depressed everyday. Try to look at things positively. It is after all a good lesson to learn, am i not right? Give me a holler if you're feeling too shitty to handle yourself. At least i hope i can help you out. No guarentees 'tho. I'll try to be a "larger than life" kinda person to help cheer ya up ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. I haven't spoke to any idiots from back home in quite awhile. I mean i just spoke briefly to each of you this past week but didn't really get much on what is going on. How are things back home? Come on b*tches, lets not be strangers to each other huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still feeling f*cking bored. But heck it. I'm off to find a fun thing to do. Not stare motionless into the computer screen and feel sorry for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers b*tches &amp;amp; b*stards&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585628177139201442-1525287193009721286?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/1525287193009721286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=1525287193009721286&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/1525287193009721286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/1525287193009721286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2008/04/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-4894406523511487948</id><published>2008-02-29T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T23:01:10.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking Too Much</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;First &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;of all, I’d just like to say that posting pictures up on this blog can really be a BITCH! Maybe it is the connection, maybe my computer is playing pucks, but whatever the reason, it is just plain irritating. Damn technology, irritates the hell out of you sometimes yet you can’t live without ‘em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, getting back on track, I’ve been thinking too much this past couple of days, if I do say so myself. A few things have been on my mind lately and it has just been playing over and over. Maybe because it is that time you know, when uni starts after a 3 month break and everything just feel “shitty-er” than usual. I guess you could say it’s more of an emo period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, assignments are already starting to pile in. Some not really in but you can already see it coming in the unit outline and you’re just like “OH SHIT”. So yeah, first weeks aren’t pleasant. Besides that however, my sister just had a job working at Fremantle with quite a big pay as well. But it just reminds me that this is my last year of uni and that means that there is only one year left for fun and games. After that, it’s all business, and I mean it literally since I am getting a degree in business. Working, getting up at 7 a.m. just isn’t what I’m used to. Am I actually ready for the working world? Or is the working world really ready for me? Well well well, we’ll all just have to wait and see in a year’s time aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I’m scared shitless about the fact that I’ve gotta start working and saving for the rest of my life to build a family, to get my children through to uni. I know you might be thinking I’m nuts for thinking that far, but hey, people always say the foundation is the most important part of the building. And our first steps in the working world can also be considered as the foundation in our working career, am I not right? Another reason for me to think so much is the fact that I’ve got some big shoes to fill. Dad is doing great and me as his son, well the pressure is there to be better than him. As he puts it, “I have given you a stepping stone that I never had, make me proud and do better than me.” I think I really do have to work my arse off. How I wish I could forever be 21 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to the next thing on my mind, you know how hard is it to lose a friend? Somehow in someway I feel like I’ve lost two close friends. And I don’t mean as in passed away, just not the close we used to be. I guess a lot of things can happen in 5 months. I know I’m repeating myself like an old record player but yeah. The fact that things change and we just have to watch it change sucks big time. I guess we’re getting older and priorities just change and maybe when we’re not around we don’t know what is going on. With things so different, I don’t even know if I’ll be looking forward to go back home next time around. Although, the next time around I go back I can see Vjay’s black ass there. I know it is weird for me to be posting things that are so obvious, but I guess, somehow, I do hope that things change and for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585628177139201442-4894406523511487948?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/4894406523511487948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=4894406523511487948&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/4894406523511487948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/4894406523511487948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2008/02/thinking-too-much.html' title='Thinking Too Much'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-3744239522664971791</id><published>2008-01-19T05:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T05:35:45.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So it has been awhile since I last blogged. Guess everyone’s speculation was right after all, that I wouldn’t blog once I’m home. But at least I am now right? Anyway, December was hell of a hectic month. It started off with the little one night trip to Singapore for Zouk Out. We had a blast at the rave and that’s pretty much all I can say. Hehe! I’ll post some pictures up once I get back to Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next in line was my little birthday gathering at Somo. Had a good time there too with some playing card games and the others just chilling and smacking drinks while chit chatting. It has been quite awhile since we all actually had the chance to just talk and laugh before that, so it was rather fun to say the least and it just reminded me of old times. Pictures of that outing will also be posted only once I get back to Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third event of the month was the major one. Tania and Allan’s wedding. It was a little hectic however the night part was stunningly fun. I drank a wee bit more than I was supposed to, so I was rather tipsy. Not drunk mind you, just tipsy. The dancing through the night, drinking on the rocks and shouting “yam seng”, all summed up to me going upstairs and having to puke. Another thing that I haven’t done in a long while, drinking until having to puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yada Yada Yada, and it was time to break the new year. I haven’t even had enough of 2007 and it’s already 2008. Damn time flies! At this point, I still haven’t figured out or made up any new year’s resolution. I’ll have to put some thought into that a little later on. Didn’t do much for new year, just went to Sunway to watch fireworks with friends. Pictures, again, later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for basketball the other day and had a present courtesy of one of the players at the court. A black eye. He hit my cheek with his elbow and it ended up becoming swollen and blue black. So yeah, I look like I just got out of a fight right now with my black eye and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel time flying as my holidays draw closer to an end. I feel sad in some ways, yet I feel that maybe it is time to start classes. I do know however that once the assignment starts piling up, I would wish that I could just chill and bum around the house like I’m doing now. Oh well, men, we’re never satisfied. When we’re bored, we want to go to uni. When there are a lot of assignments, we want holidays! Haha! Anyway, bed time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I know it is rather late but, Happy New Year everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585628177139201442-3744239522664971791?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/3744239522664971791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=3744239522664971791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/3744239522664971791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/3744239522664971791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2008/01/another-year-gone.html' title='Another Year Gone'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-6419460514757358724</id><published>2007-11-27T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T15:23:16.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So at long last, I’m home and hoping to start enjoying my three months holiday. It always flies so fast that I won’t even notice I had such a lengthy break. Anyway the first three days haven’t been anything special just good to be home I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I don’t know why, but every time I come back, I feel things have changed. I guess coming back every four and a half months have something to do with it, seeing that I am not in synched with everyone yet, or at least I feel. Or maybe it just has something to do with expecting too much. You know? Like my expectations was too high for coming home. Guess I’ll try not to expect too much next time around ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there is still a long more time ahead of me, so let the enjoyments begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really looking forward to next year with the thought that there was a probability that Andrew might be joining me and Yin Kong in Australia, but it seems he isn’t anymore. So that sucks! Anyway I am looking forward to working next semester and earning some extra money to spend. Although I’ve been spending a lot without working, but this time it would be hard earned money! &lt;em&gt;(Technically speaking, my winnings from the casino should also be considered my hard earned money. Wouldn’t you say so?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Anyway, basketball yesterday wasn’t good. Although we won all our games, I still feel I played badly. I missed some of my ‘bread and butter’ shots that normally don’t happen. Guess it’s time to start practicing a little more. Rumor also has it that a couple of people are going to the gym for a special occasion &lt;em&gt;(Zouk Out)&lt;/em&gt; but obviously their names should not be mentioned and obviously they would deny it. I was thinking about Zouk Out and I’m excited in certain aspects of it but I’m lazier than anything else. You know how this kinda thing is. There would be a massive crowd just pushing and shoving each other. Hope it isn’t like that though, although I highly doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, we’ll just have to wait and see won’t we? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585628177139201442-6419460514757358724?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/6419460514757358724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=6419460514757358724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/6419460514757358724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/6419460514757358724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/11/at-last.html' title='At Last'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-2516555864294900909</id><published>2007-11-14T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T21:52:28.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;For the first time in my entire studying life, I’m actually dreading my exam is not sooner that is already is. I don’t know why but I’m just in too much of a holiday mood that I’m not exactly studying for it either. Just want it to finish and be off my back. I want to be ushering the summer holidays now rather than be preparing for my finals. I don’t think I’m over confident because I’m pretty much not prepared. This feeling suck! I can’t even concentrate on studies without thinking of the holidays. Summer holidays is two days away and its already playing on my mind, and I guess the summer weather outside just emphasizes the fact that summer is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t wait for summer holidays cause I know this year is gonna be one hell of a summer holiday. Or at least I hope. Should not put my hopes too high or it might come down crumbling. Anyhow, better get back hitting the books or I’ll regret it later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585628177139201442-2516555864294900909?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/2516555864294900909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=2516555864294900909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/2516555864294900909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/2516555864294900909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/11/exam-fever.html' title='Exam Fever'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-2298109830887604737</id><published>2007-11-06T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T15:26:45.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crunch Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So, it’s that time of every semester again, and no, I don’t mean the part where you have loads of fun and shyt. Its crunch time. Time to hit the books and hit ‘em hard. Don’t want to go into the exam realizing that I don’t know nuts about the subject, not that I have done that before but I do know of people who have and yet come out on top, but that’s a different story for a different day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is all about psyching me up for those lovely books, but in my case, it’s just a single 700 over page text book. A book written by &lt;em&gt;Subhash C. Jain&lt;/em&gt;. A book that I’ve been referring to all semester while doing the unit’s work. A book which in my opinion, doesn’t make sense sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for that, in less than 3 minutes, I’m already thinking about going to the casino tonight.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585628177139201442-2298109830887604737?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/2298109830887604737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=2298109830887604737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/2298109830887604737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/2298109830887604737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/11/crunch-time.html' title='Crunch Time'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-248419564148769277</id><published>2007-10-16T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T15:44:39.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Australia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So Raya was celebrated back home and hell I missed all the fun. No, I’m not an Islam, but it is still a time to be in the festive mood, am I not right? All the “pasar malam” thingy near my house, having free coconuts &lt;em&gt;(hahaha!),&lt;/em&gt; and the obvious, Holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, still had a pretty awesome weekend. Went for a trip to Mandurah AGAIN! I know I know, it seems its like the only place I visit around here. Family chose to go there so who am I to refuse right? Yin Kong tagged along for the trip as well. We stayed at a house by the canal and it was like a dream home and a perfect place for parties! So dude, we shall throw a party there when all of you guys are here. I’m sure it will be extremely remarkable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mandurah was the same. Went paddle boat-ing with a faulty paddle boat that went in circles. So, just basically made ourselves tired for no reason. Played some poker and lost to Yin Kong and Allan. &lt;em&gt;(luckily we weren’t playing money)&lt;/em&gt; I’m thinking I’m pretty bad at poker, considering I lost to 2 people that attended reckless 101 classes! &lt;em&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back on Sunday and after a short rest, immediately hit the casino. It’s a weekly virtual you see, so my week would not have been complete without stepping foot in the sino and placing my bet on a blackjack table pot. I had a great run that night, winning 450 aud. More money to spend back home. So that 1.8k so far.&lt;em&gt; Yum Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I’ve been thinking bout my 21st birthday and I can’t exactly decide what to do. Anyone has any suggestions? Really am confused on what I want to do. So yeah, try help me out on this one peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585628177139201442-248419564148769277?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/248419564148769277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=248419564148769277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/248419564148769277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/248419564148769277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/10/boring-australia.html' title='Boring Australia'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-1826991056202269295</id><published>2007-09-28T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T20:50:00.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason Happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So it’s been weeks since I last updated on this seem to be dead blog of mine. Oh well, just didn’t have the passion of writing anything up this past weeks. Don’t know if it is just me or the fact that I have to reply to over 40 other blog posts for an assignment. I would place my money on the latter. It isn’t easy replying to so many blog entries, as I’ve found out. It just gets so confusing sometimes. But it’s for 15% of my marks, so &lt;em&gt;HELL YEAH&lt;/em&gt; I’m going to reply every one of those &lt;em&gt;mofo’s&lt;/em&gt; post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So over the past weeks, numerous things have happened. Some I would say good and some just plain sad. So I’ll actually categorize this post to make it easier for you peeps that actually take the time and effort to come and read my blog. It probably can be summed up in 1 hand, but hey, at least I do have people reading it right? So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Allblacks have been kicking ass during the world cup, at least so far they have. Let’s hope they don’t choke during the semis like last world cup. They beat Italy 76-14, Portugal 108-13 and Scotland 40-0. Their last match for the group stage is Romania and seems they are gonna get 1 hell of a thrashing considering the kiwis did quite badly against Scotland and they would be raring to bounce back before the knock out stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Manchester United put their 1-0 wins behind them in the EPL and scored 2-0 against Chelsea!&lt;br /&gt;- I had a great mark of 35/40 for 1 of my mid term exams which I am really proud of because I beat Cheryl! &lt;em&gt;(It seldom happens you see, so yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I managed to hit my mark. This refers to my gambling at the sino. I was aiming to win around 1200aud before I head back home but as it is I’m already at 1325aud with 2 months to spare! So let’s see if I can go 1500 or maybe 1700? Then it will be time to &lt;em&gt;partaayyYyy&lt;/em&gt; back home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We got a new dog at home. His name at is Neyo after the singer Ne-Yo. It’s a male white Shih Tzu with grey ears. A kick dog, but nonetheless very cute indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I got a new pair of limited edition shoes. It’s by Adidas and it got graffiti designs on it. So I’m pretty happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went for a nice meal at &lt;em&gt;Crème&lt;/em&gt; for Cheryl’s birthday and had a small gathering at our place. Wasn’t bad, although her present almost made me go broke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sad (or Bad, whichever you want to call it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Manchester United came crashing out of the Carling Cup to Coventry City. The young lads at United really need to buckle up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Spring break is just about over and I’m still in holiday mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bailey our dog passed away last Friday after getting hit by a car the night before. He went to an animal hospital and they really did not help at all. Friday morning they told us that Bailey was stable but in fact, his left lung had completely collapsed and his right lung was severely injured. But they told that he only needed his hip to be put back in place after the accident dislocated it. But when we went to a different animal hospital after being told we should by Bailey's regular vet, thats when they told us what was really going on. The cost to actually help heal his lung was really big and that wouldn’t even be a 100% cure solution and Bailey was really in pain. So we decided to euthanize Bailey for his own good. It was a rather sad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that kinda sums up what has been happening for the past couple of weeks. But the more interesting story is posted at &lt;em&gt;Nelvie’s blog&lt;/em&gt;. Young and Dangerous VIII: LDP Brawl. &lt;em&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585628177139201442-1826991056202269295?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/1826991056202269295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=1826991056202269295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/1826991056202269295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/1826991056202269295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/09/reason-happenings.html' title='Reason Happenings'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-4556681991093092522</id><published>2007-09-10T11:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T11:19:44.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winning Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The Rugby World Cup just started last Friday and the Allblacks are already off to a winning start. They thrashed Italy 76-14. But the Italians had it coming, they were asking to be thrashed. They didn't face the &lt;em&gt;Hakka&lt;/em&gt; and it was somewhat considered disrecpectful. So yeah! Three cheers for the Allblacks thrashing Italy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Other results for the tournament's top seeds include, Springboks edging Samoa 59-7, England with a bad win over USA 28-10, France losing to Argentina 12-17 and Australia thrashing Japan 91-3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Lets just hope the Allblacks keep up their good work and don't choke like they did last world cup. GO ALLBLACKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;p/s. I bought the Allblacks world cup jersey a couple of weeks back for 140 aud. Quite expensive =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585628177139201442-4556681991093092522?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/4556681991093092522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=4556681991093092522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/4556681991093092522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/4556681991093092522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/09/winning-start.html' title='Winning Start'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-2982895787946573969</id><published>2007-09-10T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T11:18:40.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid Semester Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mid Semester break wasn’t too long ago. It was however, rather short. I mean, 7 days? that’s &lt;em&gt;waaaayyy&lt;/em&gt; too short! Anyway, it wasn’t such a bad one considering my eyes and all. Did a lot of chilling out with friends, a norm back home but not here I assure you. So the week wasn’t a too boring one, but it wasn’t really eventful either. We did however make a day trip down south to Mandurah. I know I know, I seem to be going to Mandurah a lot these days. It wasn’t my idea anyway! It was &lt;em&gt;Don’s &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Jean’s&lt;/em&gt; idea to go there. Six of us went in two cars. &lt;em&gt;Cheryl, Yin Kong, Jean, Donovan, Grace &lt;/em&gt;and myself. Had the usual &lt;em&gt;Cicirello’s&lt;/em&gt; for lunch, chilled out at &lt;em&gt;Dome&lt;/em&gt; by the docks and headed to the beach before coming back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At &lt;em&gt;Cicirello’s, Grace&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Jean&lt;/em&gt; went way overboard in ordering their food. So everyone kinda chipped in to help them finish and we all got stuffed! Is it a Malaysian thingy? To order much more then you can actually eat? ‘Cause most of my Malaysian friends does it. Guess we Malaysians like to bite off more than we can chew huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beach was perfect for swimming, sadly however, we weren’t prepared to swim. The waves were amazingly huge it crashing onto the shore just tempted us more to go swimming, but we fought our temptation and just chilled at the beach. Yin Kong as usual did some kind of &lt;em&gt;“master piece”&lt;/em&gt; he so loves to do. Didn’t see him do those kinda things in awhile though, so I guess he had great fun doing it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls were busy cam whoring as usual, but the surprising thing is, Donovan was really into cam whoring as well. I over heard him say to the girls, &lt;em&gt;“take picture of me, take picture of me, here looks nice! faster! faster!”.&lt;/em&gt; So yeahhhhhh… we know who likes to take pictures a little too much. Later in the evening we took a slow drive back north. So the day was tiring considering I was driving with one eye. Came back and crashed immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_0717.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_0717.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; The six of us at the docks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_0711.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_0711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The boys chilling by the docks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_0762.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_0762.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; At the beach. (same rail my sister and mother fell from).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_0760.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_0760.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Camera timer is great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_0704.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_0704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The four of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_0701.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_0701.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; The girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_0750.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_0748.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_0748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Yin Kong's "master piece".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_0749.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_0749.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Whose who's?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585628177139201442-2982895787946573969?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/2982895787946573969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=2982895787946573969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/2982895787946573969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/2982895787946573969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/09/mid-semester-break.html' title='Mid Semester Break'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-6018569610755140490</id><published>2007-08-30T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T02:14:01.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A couple of weeks back my family and I decided to just take a drive down to&lt;em&gt; Mandurah&lt;/em&gt; which is probably around 45 minutes drive from where I stay. The beach there at &lt;em&gt;Singleton (about 10 minutes from Mandurah)&lt;/em&gt; is freaking awesome! Not that it’s clean or there are a lot of hot chicks, but the fact that there hasn’t been any encounter with sharks of jellyfish! So yeah, I emphasize it, &lt;strong&gt;IT’S FREAKING AWESOME!&lt;/strong&gt; Our day started around 10 a.m. and so reached around 11 a.m. Just kinda chilled at the beach for a couple of hours before heading for lunch and then back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at &lt;em&gt;Cicirello’s&lt;/em&gt;, although there is one shop at &lt;em&gt;Fremantle&lt;/em&gt; which is like 30 minutes nearer, the food at &lt;em&gt;Cicirello’s Mandurah&lt;/em&gt; is so much more worth the drive. After lunch we basically headed back home and later on to the casino at night. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_0672.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_0672.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; The ladies in purple posing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_0673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_0672.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; And they all fell down. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_0636.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_0636.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Mum and Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_0638.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_0638.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Allan, Cheryl and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1882.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Fresh Oysters. &lt;em&gt;Yucks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1886.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1886.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Prawn Pasta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1884.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1884.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Chilly &lt;em&gt;"Muscles".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1885.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1885.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Seafood Chowder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mmm... Seafood Chowder (Homer's voice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585628177139201442-6018569610755140490?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/6018569610755140490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=6018569610755140490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/6018569610755140490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/6018569610755140490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/08/day-away.html' title='A Day Away'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-6935458082846965563</id><published>2007-08-23T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T23:22:47.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty Seven Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;August 9th was mum and dad’s 27th wedding anniversary. However, dad wasn’t able to come downunda till the 11th. So we decided to have a little something on the 11th, I mean, you can’t exactly celebrate a wedding anniversary if the groom wasn’t around now can you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night started early, we were all dressed and ready to go out by 7.30 p.m. when the most hilarious thing happened. You see, us children (plus &lt;em&gt;Cheryl&lt;/em&gt;) couldn’t decide what to get our parents for their anniversary. So we decided to do something different, we hired a limousine for the night out. Mum was around here two weeks prior, so she knew exactly what was happening, but we decided to leave my dad in the dark and surprise him. Dad was ready to go first, at sharp 7.30 p.m., he was sitting outside with his shoes on waiting for the rest of us slow pokes when the limo driver came walking in. He asked my dad, &lt;em&gt;“Are you waiting for the limousine service?”&lt;/em&gt; and my dad, without hesitating replied, &lt;em&gt;“No I’m sorry, I think you got the wrong place.”&lt;/em&gt; When we realized what was actually going on, the driver had already taken off. Luckily he called the house phone just to make sure or our planned would have been backfired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that commotion, we waited a couple of minutes and the limousine arrived. After a few brief introductions we immediately started stuffing ourselves into the limo. It was a old &lt;em&gt;Jaguar&lt;/em&gt; limousine that could fit 9 people, needless to say we sat quite comfortable the 7 of us. We brought our own sparkling wine and even before arriving the restaurant mum was already feeling all flushed with the little wine she drank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to this place called &lt;em&gt;Fuchè (which is pronounced Fush as some people say).&lt;/em&gt; It was like a Mexican fusion restaurant. The food wasn’t bad and the atmosphere was quite nice except for the fact that it was like an open door concept restaurant and it was freaking cold! Can’t exactly remember what we ate there though. &lt;em&gt;(hmm.. need to blog earlier next time so I don’t forget details.)&lt;/em&gt; But I do remember what we had for dessert thought, deep fried Mars bars with ice cream. It sounds so sweet doesn’t it? Believe me, it most definitely is. It seems like after you eat it, &lt;em&gt;“cacing”&lt;/em&gt; can start coming out of your arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So having our dinner and desserts, we chilled awhile and just talked and laughed till about 10.20 p.m. when the limousine arrived to pick us up to go to some retro old school club. Can’t remember the name of the club either, but it’s on the &lt;em&gt;Subiaco&lt;/em&gt; street. We paid 5 dollars each to enter, and as soon as we entered, I started laughing ‘cause the club was playing &lt;em&gt;Alex Gaudino’s destination unknown.&lt;/em&gt; The expression on my mum’s face was priceless. Allan, the person who suggested the club then went to ask the bartender about the music and the guy said that the retro songs are only on Friday nights. Saturdays, are trance music all the way. Guess this kinda places would make &lt;em&gt;King Han&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Andrew&lt;/em&gt; really happy. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Allan&lt;/em&gt; and I then decided to take a walk down &lt;em&gt;Subiaco&lt;/em&gt; street to see if there were any other clubs or pubs with some 80’s music. We had no luck. Most of the other pubs were also playing trance music. So we decided to call the limousine driver and call it a night. We had fun though. Some of the pictures are posted below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/DSC01308.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/DSC01308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; The Group Pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_0548.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_0548.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Cheryl and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/DSC01303.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/DSC01303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Denise's dessert (it's some vodka with ice cream thingy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/DSC01287.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/DSC01287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; The bar in the limo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/DSC01305.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/DSC01305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Deep fried Mars bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/DSC01283.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/DSC01283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Fooling around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_0550.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_0550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The anniversary pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/DSC01275.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/DSC01275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Mum and dad in the limo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/DSC01310.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/DSC01310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; You gotta have a pic of the car. LoL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_0545.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_0545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Denise, Brandon and Cheryl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_0544.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_0544.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Allan and Tania.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_0546.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_0546.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;In the limo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585628177139201442-6935458082846965563?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/6935458082846965563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=6935458082846965563&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/6935458082846965563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/6935458082846965563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/08/twenty-seven-years.html' title='Twenty Seven Years'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-5094061927092422366</id><published>2007-08-18T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T14:04:00.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brandon Vs. Casino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So it’s been two weekends in a row that we’ve visited the casino. Last week I lost 20 dollars from my winnings back to the casino. But it’s all good. Cause I got ‘em back this week. Winning 300 dollars ;) Also &lt;em&gt;YinKong&lt;/em&gt; won around 60-70 dollars last week if i'm not mistaken. &lt;em&gt;Ngeks.&lt;/em&gt; We're all winners at the casino. &lt;em&gt;LoL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the score is Brandon 3 – Casino 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585628177139201442-5094061927092422366?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/5094061927092422366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=5094061927092422366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/5094061927092422366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/5094061927092422366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/08/brandon-vs-casino.html' title='Brandon Vs. Casino'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-2898223402602419300</id><published>2007-08-18T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T19:18:35.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24th June - 24th July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So they say "A picture paints a thousand words". Well here are just some random pictures during my holiday back home. Enjoy ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1695.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1695.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Our terrorist moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1702.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1702.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Terrorist getting screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1700.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1700.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Such an angry face Andrew has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1699.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1699.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Suicidal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1698.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1698.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; The smiling hostage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1694.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1694.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; "bad boy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1724.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1724.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Yum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1722.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; "You're on candid camera".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1717.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1717.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Great photography by the pilot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1720.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Sad times?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1708.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Candid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1735.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1735.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Junken's 21st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1733.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1733.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Gays at my house it seems with my clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1727.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1727.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; The farewell hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1731.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1731.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Episode 7 sith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1725.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1725.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Bad camera picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1753.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; The lads excluding Andrew and Vjay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1748.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Just the 3 of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1738.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1738.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Peace biatches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1743.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; The birthday "kiss".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1736.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1736.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The birthday "raba".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585628177139201442-2898223402602419300?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/2898223402602419300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=2898223402602419300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/2898223402602419300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/2898223402602419300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/08/24th-june-24th-july.html' title='24th June - 24th July'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-5060570700919435331</id><published>2007-08-09T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T21:08:32.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Low Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So it’s been three weeks since my eyes have gone bad, and I mean real bad. I fucking see double for no apparent reason. I’ve explained it time and time again to everyone and it is getting a little stressing, having to explain it so many times over. But oh well, shit happens sometimes eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as some people put it, &lt;em&gt;“isn’t it a good thing to see double? So when you open your wallet, you see more money which makes you happy. And also, you get to have two girlfriends, Cheryl and Cheryl.”&lt;/em&gt; Some even thinks that if I go to the casino I’ll probably win money. &lt;em&gt;“Maybe you can see the next card coming, so you know when to stop.”&lt;/em&gt; Just makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irritating part of it all is that I can’t drive. I just feel like I’m totally stuck. Now I understand how it is like not having a car. Damn it’s not easy. Everyday I go to uni with a patch on my eye so that it doesn’t disturb my studies. &lt;em&gt;(Probably my walking as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that I’ve just entered my third and final year &lt;em&gt;(Wohooo!)&lt;/em&gt; of uni, I did expect things to be tougher, but hell, this is way worst then what I expected. It isn’t enough that my eyes are bad, but the subjects I’m taking seems to be freaking tough. Let’s just hope I can cope with stuff being a &lt;em&gt;“One eye Jack”&lt;/em&gt; and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone I know that knows about my eyes seems so concerned for me. And I am truly grateful to everyone. People keep asking me to go check my eyes again. But what else can I actually do? I’ve done blood tests, went for a CAT scan and a MRI scan and doctors, specialist and everyone else at the hospital thinks that I’m &lt;em&gt;“A O K”.&lt;/em&gt; They also say that I just need to wait and see how thing goes. But damn am I impatient to get back to leading my normal life. Shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, my MRI scan experience. Damn it’s like totally boring and you definitely can’t do it if you’re claustrophobic. The damn thing is like 2 inches around your body. I felt as if I was in a coffin and having to stay there for 45 minutes did not exactly help the situation either. So it wasn’t the best of experiences, but it was definitely an experience I’ll remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope my eyes get better A.S.A.P. Haih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585628177139201442-5060570700919435331?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/5060570700919435331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=5060570700919435331&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/5060570700919435331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/5060570700919435331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/08/low-down.html' title='The Low Down'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-8745509564965947839</id><published>2007-07-28T22:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T19:22:44.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Problem</title><content type='html'>For some reason, I’ve been seeing double vision for the past week. No idea what made it be like that but it’s darn irritating for sure. Seen 2 optical shops, 2 general doctors, an ophthalmologist and a neurologist. So far, everything has come out great and it seems I don’t have any problems. Did blood tests, cat scans and probably am going to do a MRI scan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHY DO I SEE DOUBLE THEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I get back my vision, I doubt I’ll be really active for this blog. So yeah, cheers mates from downunda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special thank you to everyone who has been around, took concern, prayed and everything else for me. Owe all of you loads ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585628177139201442-8745509564965947839?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/8745509564965947839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=8745509564965947839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/8745509564965947839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/8745509564965947839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/07/eye-problem.html' title='Eye Problem'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-8437591448603520824</id><published>2007-07-18T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T12:18:29.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hates.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I hate it when people tell lies. Come on now, if we are &lt;em&gt;“really”&lt;/em&gt; friends, why do you need to lie to me? Don’t you think I can be understanding enough? Pathetic lies won’t hide the truth, no matter what, the truth will always seem to find a way to resurface when least expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people say something and do the other. I mean, how hypocritical can one actually get? To actually sink that low, I think I’m actually embarrassed to be called your &lt;em&gt;“good”&lt;/em&gt; friend. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people bitch behind my back. Oh come on now, do you think me that naïve to not know what is going on behind my back? Tell you a little secret, I’m much more aware of things that are happening around then you will ever be. I just choose to act dumb and give you the benefit of the doubt. Why don’t you come tell me to my face if you don’t like something? Do I sense a chicken? Just know this, payback will be a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people act all &lt;em&gt;“goody goody”&lt;/em&gt; in front of you when they actually despise you. Why such a coward? If you don’t like me, show it. Don’t act all good with me and talk thrash behind my back. I don’t need the likes of you around me, it only pulls me down. Or maybe you like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people don’t know nuts and yet act as if they know the world. Keep telling yourself you know everything. I really think it’s good for your ego mate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people take advantage of me or take me for granted. I’m nobody’s fool, so if you think you can treat me as your fool, think again. It will only bring me to a point where I explode, and you get what was meant for you. One can only take that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people show their &lt;em&gt;“moods”&lt;/em&gt; around me. Nobody asked you to be around me when you’re moody. Especially considering you’re not my &lt;em&gt;“close”&lt;/em&gt; friend, I’m not going to tolerate those kinda shit from you. Go show your grumpy face to someone who actually cares mate! As for me, I really don’t give a damn how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: "Siapa makan cili, dia rasa pedas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a random note - ActualLee King Han&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585628177139201442-8437591448603520824?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/8437591448603520824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=8437591448603520824&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/8437591448603520824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/8437591448603520824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-hate-it-when-people-tell-lies.html' title='Hates.'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-8001256221161186901</id><published>2007-07-17T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T16:50:46.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malacca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So last Saturday, the lads (plus one girl) and I decided to do something different. We took a drive down to Malacca just for fun. And also to fill &lt;em&gt;KingHan’s&lt;/em&gt; craving for &lt;em&gt;satay celup&lt;/em&gt;. The drive there can be said to have been a &lt;em&gt;“pleasant”&lt;/em&gt; drive or more of a tortoise drive because &lt;em&gt;Nelvie&lt;/em&gt; decided to drive at 90 km/h-100km/h. So yeah, we took 2 hours to reach our destination which would normally only take around an hour and 20 minutes. But it was all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it wasn’t all that good. Because the drive made me superbly sleepy, and thanks to all the passengers in my car, &lt;em&gt;Erwin, KingHan,&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Julyann&lt;/em&gt;, they added that sleepiness in me by sleeping. You know how you tend to feel even sleepier when you see someone sleep? That’s exactly how I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting to Malacca, we made our way to &lt;em&gt;Jonker Street&lt;/em&gt; for &lt;em&gt;Chicken Rice Ball&lt;/em&gt; which wasn’t that bad but neither was it that good. We then headed to a shopping mall and just walked around and around and around. Bought some small stuff here and there and found out that &lt;em&gt;Erwin&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt; Andrew&lt;/em&gt; eats ice-creams like small kids. They will have ice-cream all over their mouth once their done.&lt;em&gt; LOL&lt;/em&gt;. And also, found out that &lt;em&gt;Andrew &lt;/em&gt;likes&lt;em&gt; "side fucking".&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;/em&gt; We made our way to some park after shopping. Didn’t know why we were there and didn’t really care either, was too tired to do either. Just took my phone out and started playing &lt;em&gt;puzzle bobble.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boy is &lt;em&gt;Erwin’s &lt;/em&gt;directions bad. He couldn’t even lead us to the simplest places such as a petrol kiosk. But it was all fun and games around Malacca&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;as we drove with no purpose and no directions until of course; &lt;em&gt;Nelvie’s&lt;/em&gt; car did not have fuel. Then we desperately needed to find a petrol kiosk which we did by stopping and asking for directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then had &lt;em&gt;satay celup&lt;/em&gt; for dinner. I think I ate 10 sticks, very mild considering even&lt;em&gt; Julyann&lt;/em&gt; ate more than 20 sticks. After dinner we went round finding for parking around &lt;em&gt;Jonker Street&lt;/em&gt;, and I must say, it isn’t an easy task to do on a Saturday night. At last after 20 minutes we had parking spots. Walked around&lt;em&gt; Jonker Street&lt;/em&gt; and ate &lt;em&gt;ice kacang, cendol&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;some jelly stuff&lt;/em&gt;. Bought some sweets for my mum, &lt;em&gt;“tok tok sweet”.&lt;/em&gt; After roughly 2 hours at &lt;em&gt;Jonker Street&lt;/em&gt;, we decided to head home. Was another 2 hour drive home and everyone was tired. Sent&lt;em&gt; Julyann&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;KingHan&lt;/em&gt; home then we headed to &lt;em&gt;USJ9 Tanjung&lt;/em&gt; for a drink and supper. Came back and immediately crashed after brushing my teeth, it was a long tiring day but we had lots of fun. Pictures can be found on &lt;em&gt;Nelvie’s&lt;/em&gt; blog, we weren’t cam whores that day at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585628177139201442-8001256221161186901?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/8001256221161186901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=8001256221161186901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/8001256221161186901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/8001256221161186901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/07/malacca.html' title='Malacca'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-7613754966413145425</id><published>2007-07-12T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T09:01:43.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Exams results were released yesterday. Didn’t do too badly, actually, better then I thought I would’ve done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Public Relations (Media) – 57&lt;br /&gt;Marketing Communications – 65&lt;br /&gt;Marketing Research – 72&lt;br /&gt;Sales Management – 74&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that means I had 2 distinctions, same as last semester. Just that pass there is irritating me a little, but its all good. Just shows I need to buckle up a little next semester. Mum asked what I wanted for my&lt;em&gt; “good”&lt;/em&gt; results as she puts it. I’m still thinking about it. Wonder what I should ask for… hmm…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585628177139201442-7613754966413145425?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/7613754966413145425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=7613754966413145425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/7613754966413145425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/7613754966413145425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/07/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-9031622624817926231</id><published>2007-07-10T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T04:10:13.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Friends, New Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;When new friends come along, how do you actually know which friends you should put first? In my opinion, it really just depends on the individual. Like as for me, I wouldn’t really give a damn about my new friends. It isn’t being a bitch or anything, but their &lt;em&gt;“new”&lt;/em&gt; friends. Old friends are probably the people you spent most of your time growing up with. Or people that you’ve been through a lot with along the years. So why would you actually even contemplate or weight which one is more important?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that’s just my opinion. Everyone has their own views and neither is wrong, it’s just how other people think. I know a guy that drifts from different groups to different groups all the time. He claims that he is just plain &lt;em&gt;“friendly”&lt;/em&gt; and that he can mix with anyone. So how would one define this person? Better yet, who can this person count on at times of need? Oh well, he is he and I am me and we’re both very different beings. Friends should be people that you can always count on, not people that drift from group to group talking behind backs. But who cares, as I said, he is he and I am me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that there is a million and one conflicts going on in my close circle of friends, do I realize how important it is to have that one person in the group which I can actually talk to at times of need. And now that some friends seem to be drifting away do I realize that maybe ignoring or not giving a damn about new friends isn’t such a wise move after all. I might be the only one stranded later on and ill only have myself to blame for not having friends. Well, at least I know I’ll always have family ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: Don’t lah so perasan some of you. Nobody, especially me, said this entry is about you ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585628177139201442-9031622624817926231?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/9031622624817926231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=9031622624817926231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/9031622624817926231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/9031622624817926231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/07/old-friends-new-friends.html' title='Old Friends, New Friends'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-8129252812844301158</id><published>2007-07-09T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T03:00:49.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Bought a new toy yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Xbox 360.&lt;br /&gt;Paid a lump sum for it.&lt;br /&gt;Hope it’s worth it.&lt;br /&gt;My television seems like it cant support it well.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily there is a plasma tv at Australia.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling lazy to blog this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;King Han&lt;/em&gt; played my xbox more than I did.&lt;br /&gt;But it’s all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nelvie&lt;/em&gt; plays for 30 minutes and sleeps for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;We know he isn’t really into consoles and games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nelvie&lt;/em&gt; is a good example of a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“dead sleeper”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;He slept downstairs on my couch.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to wake him up to go upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;He just turned and showed me his back.&lt;br /&gt;And continued to snore.&lt;br /&gt;Even when I told him his dad msg-ed him.&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t even budge a little.&lt;br /&gt;Only when the couch was splitting to two and I asked him to get up so I can push it back together did he move.&lt;br /&gt;And quickly he went back snoring.&lt;br /&gt;Went futsal in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;I am what people call &lt;em&gt;“kaki-bangku”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't play for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;Can't even play if my life depended on it.&lt;br /&gt;But still had fun.&lt;br /&gt;After futsal went usj2 mamak.&lt;br /&gt;Parked under a tree, which&lt;em&gt; Nelvie&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;King Han&lt;/em&gt; asked me to do so.&lt;br /&gt;After drinking and eating, there was a surprise for me at my car.&lt;br /&gt;A surprise from what I think would be at least 15 birds.&lt;br /&gt;Their shit.&lt;br /&gt;Had to come back and hose it down.&lt;br /&gt;Had a bath, &lt;em&gt;Jun Ken&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt; King Han&lt;/em&gt; came over.&lt;br /&gt;And we went for two rounds of Dota Allstars.&lt;br /&gt;Won both games.&lt;br /&gt;We Rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585628177139201442-8129252812844301158?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/8129252812844301158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=8129252812844301158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/8129252812844301158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/8129252812844301158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/07/lazy-post.html' title='Lazy Post'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-42013873612738529</id><published>2007-07-06T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T14:51:36.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newbie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The other day, I had nothing to do, so I went blog hopping. Now, I feel like such a newbie in all this blog thingy. Everyone has their fancy blogs with their nice background and nice music and etc, yet mine seems just so simple and plain and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just makes me feel bad about my blog. LOL. But who cares right? I have &lt;em&gt;“teman-teman”&lt;/em&gt; with boring blogs which is&lt;em&gt; Vjay&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nelvie. Ngek Ngek Ngek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, after all this blog is for fun, why should I care so much about it, right? Maybe ill make it better later on, when I actually feel like blogging seriously or something.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585628177139201442-42013873612738529?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/42013873612738529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=42013873612738529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/42013873612738529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/42013873612738529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/07/newbie.html' title='Newbie'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-2572314194708826387</id><published>2007-07-05T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T23:47:38.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two in One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So, I haven’t really updated on what I’ve been doing back here in &lt;em&gt;Malaysia&lt;/em&gt; after that &lt;em&gt;Ladies Night&lt;/em&gt; post. Anyway, last Friday was &lt;em&gt;Yu Jee’s&lt;/em&gt; 21st birthday, and guess what, he decided to celebrate it in &lt;em&gt;Maison’s&lt;/em&gt; again. &lt;em&gt;Wohoo!&lt;/em&gt; Two nights of &lt;em&gt;Maison&lt;/em&gt; in a row for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday’s at &lt;em&gt;Maison&lt;/em&gt; just seem so wrong. The club is practically empty, with the manager as I have come to know, spinning the music and shouting all night long. Anyhow, it was &lt;em&gt;Yu Jee’s&lt;/em&gt; night and I saw him drinking as though his life depended on it. If I still remember correctly, he was out cold by 1 a.m. The other lads were having just as much fun. Don’t know why, but just didn’t feel like drinking that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The podium on the dance floor, which is normally full of ladies, was bare empty. &lt;em&gt;Andrew &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Weng Hon&lt;/em&gt; did not take any time at all fully utilizing that fact. They hopped on the podium and danced through the night. Being the &lt;em&gt;“Unbeatable”&lt;/em&gt; duo, as &lt;em&gt;Weng Hon&lt;/em&gt; puts it. So the night was more or less your average night out clubbing, &lt;em&gt;drink drink drink and dance dance dance&lt;/em&gt;. Met some new people, and so to the lads, &lt;em&gt;“layan ahem ahem”&lt;/em&gt;. We shall not put out names &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;, after people might get too big headed ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weng Hon&lt;/em&gt; topped his night off with spitting on my car, or rather drooling over my car. I tell you, it made me mad as hell. I then had to wash the door at 4 a.m. when we got back. So yeah, you tell me, wouldn’t you get mad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite, enough of that &lt;em&gt;“fateful”&lt;/em&gt; Friday, let’s move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to watch &lt;em&gt;Transformers&lt;/em&gt; with &lt;em&gt;Nelvie, Andrew, Weng Hon, Julyann&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;King Han&lt;/em&gt; last night. To those who haven’t watched it, the show is freaking awesome! Didn’t expect it to be this good, the graphics, and the sound are magnificent. It’s like the perfect movie! And plus it really brings back old memories. Now I feel like watching the old transformers cartoons and reading the comic. :( And not forgetting collecting the old toys as well. I do remember having one transformer toy that I had for Christmas, its stashed somewhere in my cupboard, better go find it. Hehehe. One thing that I didn’t fancy was the fact that they didn’t have the whole lot of transformers. But I guess because they want to introduce new transformers in the later movies. Anyways…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformers Rock Hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;“Freedom is the right of every sentient being”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; –Optimus Prime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autobots Roll Out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/decepticons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/decepticons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/optimusprime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/optimusprime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585628177139201442-2572314194708826387?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/2572314194708826387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=2572314194708826387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/2572314194708826387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/2572314194708826387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/07/two-in-one.html' title='Two in One'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-4875557060969452957</id><published>2007-07-01T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T22:41:03.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thursdays&lt;/em&gt; are ladies night at&lt;em&gt; Maison, KL&lt;/em&gt;. So we decided to hit the clubs last &lt;em&gt;Thursday&lt;/em&gt;. We named the night out, &lt;em&gt;“Vjay’s farewell”.&lt;/em&gt; But the ironic thing was that &lt;em&gt;Vjay&lt;/em&gt; didn’t go. &lt;em&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with a few other peeps that I don’t really know but they do seem like awfully nice people. I, as usual, had to drive there. &lt;em&gt;Jun Ken&lt;/em&gt; drove the other car and &lt;em&gt;Andrew&lt;/em&gt; had to drive as well because he was picking &lt;em&gt;Peisze, Debbie&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Cecilia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had &lt;em&gt;Wenghon&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Erwin &lt;/em&gt;in my car going there, but &lt;em&gt;Nelvie&lt;/em&gt; followed my car back from&lt;em&gt; KL&lt;/em&gt; because &lt;em&gt;Andrew&lt;/em&gt; went back early. At first, the night wasn’t going all that well for me. The club was freaking pack and I just couldn’t take the heat. &lt;em&gt;(Maybe just not used to it yet).&lt;/em&gt; So I was most of the time just chilling out side the club. Saw&lt;em&gt; Joel&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Poon Cherng&lt;/em&gt; outside and they complained about the exact same thing. They even left early because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the night went on, the crowd dispersed a little and it was roomier. So that was the time when was for me, the most enjoyable. Was having a big laugh with &lt;em&gt;Nelvie&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Brando&lt;/em&gt; outside, then later, we took it to the dance floor. And basically, danced the night away 'till it was about time to go home. Then some conflict erupted outside and we didn’t exactly end the night on a high note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, it wasn’t a bad night. Just if there was less of a crowd, would have been much better. Met &lt;em&gt;Shenyik&lt;/em&gt; there aswell, it was the first time I met him since I came back. As usual, he is getting thinner every time I meet him. &lt;em&gt;Goodjob boy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585628177139201442-4875557060969452957?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/4875557060969452957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=4875557060969452957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/4875557060969452957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/4875557060969452957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/07/ladies-night.html' title='Ladies Night'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-4055522104891145849</id><published>2007-07-01T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T22:28:11.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There he went</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Another one goes abroad to further their studies. This time, it’s &lt;em&gt;Vjay&lt;/em&gt;. So he is number 4 going to Australia and Number 5 going abroad. (&lt;em&gt;Kin Hung&lt;/em&gt; went&lt;em&gt; India&lt;/em&gt; mar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing he told me he packed was&lt;em&gt; “Maggie Mee”.&lt;/em&gt; I mean, it’s not funny at all for us &lt;em&gt;Asians&lt;/em&gt; to pack &lt;em&gt;“Maggie Mee” &lt;/em&gt;when going overseas, but he packed only ONE packet! &lt;em&gt;LOL.&lt;/em&gt; To his defence, his bag was overweight and he had to take out the other four that he packed. So yeah, that makes a lot of difference, a grand total of FIVE packets of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; “Maggie Mee”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Anyway, as usual, we had to go to our favourite hangout spot in &lt;em&gt;KLIA&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;McDonalds&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;It’s da bom yo!&lt;/em&gt; Some of us had our dinner there, and some was just plain greedy. As we took out pictures and laughed at some lame jokes. Soon enough though, was time for &lt;em&gt;Vjay&lt;/em&gt; to hit the road. Amazingly he did not at all look sad. &lt;em&gt;Pandainyer sembunyi emosi budak nih.&lt;/em&gt; But yeah, won’t be seeing him anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;p/s: I love when people tries to &lt;em&gt;“cucuk”&lt;/em&gt; me on the road nowadays ;) And pictures will be up laters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585628177139201442-4055522104891145849?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/4055522104891145849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=4055522104891145849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/4055522104891145849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/4055522104891145849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/07/there-he-went.html' title='There he went'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-433114159623318176</id><published>2007-06-28T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T02:46:31.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Boredom Engulfs You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Coming home all four nights in a row early isn’t really what I expect when I’m back home for a holiday. So yeah, I feel boredom slowly engulfing me, and it’s really screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what changed. Is it that most of my friends are working? Or is it because of the few friends that I once considered close have actually drifted away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have to say the latter. The few friends, or probably one friend that I used to hangout with a lot, was more of a nightlife person. Or rather he used to chill more at the wee hours of the morning, and he was always going to the internet café to play our favourite computer game at the moment which is &lt;em&gt;Dota&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;(If you don’t know the game, just ask me)&lt;/em&gt; So yes, I used to go to the cafes with him every night, playing games or just having a drink. And it just feels weird that I don’t go to the internet café at night anymore. And come to think of it, I do actually miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I could call him and join him, but I just don’t feel like doing so. But I don’t want to spend the rest of my one month back home coming home at 12.30 a.m. every night either! I’ve really cracked my head to see how I can change things, but yet, there is nothing. I even thought of going back to &lt;em&gt;Perth&lt;/em&gt; early if things don’t change. Why would I want to stay back here when I have more happening nights in &lt;em&gt;Perth &lt;/em&gt;which everyone says is a&lt;em&gt;“ dead city”&lt;/em&gt; compared to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I know I’m going clubbing tomorrow night. So it’s the first day I’ll actually be out late since I came home. &lt;em&gt;Whoopeedoo! Three cheers for Brandon coming home late!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going outta my mind with boredom. Someone please save me. And I really feel like playing Dota right now. &lt;em&gt;Dammit.&lt;/em&gt; Guess I’ll just have to sleep it off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585628177139201442-433114159623318176?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/433114159623318176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=433114159623318176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/433114159623318176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/433114159623318176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-boredom-engulfs-you.html' title='When Boredom Engulfs You'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-799801160687163086</id><published>2007-06-27T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T01:49:11.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;In life, decisions are made every single day. Whether it is, what you eat today, what to wear today or what you should do today. It’s just something you can’t miss out every day of your life. Which now boils down to the reason for this post, how do you know if you made the right decision?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the feedback you get that determines whether your decision was right? For example when someone complements your dressing for the day or when someone actually literally tells you, &lt;em&gt;“You made a good choice”.&lt;/em&gt; Or is it when you find yourself in your bed at night and happy with yourself for the day, which means that you made right decisions during the course of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, when I think about the decisions I make or have made, I really don’t know if it was right or wrong. Especially us being only human, which is a race that is never, and I repeat, &lt;em&gt;NEVER&lt;/em&gt; ever satisfied with what we have, how do we know the decisions we make are for the better or worst? And how to we learn to make the right decisions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell everyone around me that life is all about taking risk, so I’m guessing that decisions are also a risk that we take everyday. Like if we decide to rob a bank, the risk is us getting caught by the police. That was pretty obvious, I know, but some decisions that you make, the consequences just seems to hide themselves pretty well. Or is it just that our mind is selectively blocking out the bad consequences so that your decision would be one which is so called following &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"your heart".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s quite a confusing post and probably has no meaning at all to everyone, but somehow, I just needed to express it out. Probably due to the fact that I’ve seen a lot of people around me make wrong decisions and I don’t want to be next in line to make a bad decision that might make me regret things. Life is too short for me to be living it with any regret at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Decisions Decisions Decisions…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585628177139201442-799801160687163086?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/799801160687163086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=799801160687163086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/799801160687163086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/799801160687163086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/06/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-2200113350120239078</id><published>2007-06-27T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T01:22:18.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uneventful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Three days have passed since I was back home and yet I find it somewhat not as I would expect. The days have been rather uneventful, actually the nights are worst! It just seems so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, for me coming home three nights running at 12.30 a.m. is rather odd if you ask me. I’m a person who’s used to coming home in the wee hours of the morning, not at midnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things need to change; I’m starting to get bored. So bored that I’ve actually started reading a book I brought back which was meant to be entertaining me on my flight back to &lt;em&gt;Perth&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Nelvie&lt;/em&gt; said to me, &lt;em&gt;"so you came back to read books at home?"&lt;/em&gt; Actually no, I didn’t, but there is nothing better to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope my so far, uneventful stay would take a drastic turn for the better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585628177139201442-2200113350120239078?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/2200113350120239078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=2200113350120239078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/2200113350120239078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/2200113350120239078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/06/uneventful.html' title='Uneventful'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-1400474716394808004</id><published>2007-06-25T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T11:07:00.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I’m home, yet I’m not as happy as I think I should be. Why isn’t home as sweet as it used to be? I guess a girlfriend crying when you were leaving and crying when talking to you in the night has a very large effect. Larger than one would anticipate, and I guess home is more to where your heart is. Oh well, am glad to see the lads though, and as usual, they crack me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, lets see how the month progresses. Hope it was worth while coming home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585628177139201442-1400474716394808004?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/1400474716394808004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=1400474716394808004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/1400474716394808004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/1400474716394808004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/06/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-2772403356177112070</id><published>2007-06-20T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T23:11:23.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Spree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a wicked day. I went out shopping from &lt;em&gt;11 a.m.&lt;/em&gt; right till around &lt;em&gt;5 p.m.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;I know! I can’t believe it myself! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole family (me, my mum, 2 sisters and &lt;em&gt;Cheryl&lt;/em&gt;) had a field time at &lt;em&gt;Harbor Town&lt;/em&gt; in the city. Its supposedly the cheapest place to shop in &lt;em&gt;Perth &lt;/em&gt;because its mostly kinda like factory outlet stores. I think after the day was done, you could not see the bottom of my car boot, due to all the plastic bags piled up. So yeah, it was a hell of a shopping day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to me. I had a rather productive day of shopping as well. I think all together I came back with 5 plastic bags of my own. Of the things I bought are 2 t-shirts, a jumper and 2 hoodies. Ah, and of course, how can I forget, I bought my very first suit today! Its dark grayish in colour with white pin stripes. The family says it looks alittle mafia-ish and I look like im a bouncer when I wear it. Don't know if thats good, but who cares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today can be considered a good day, but the money that came out of my pocket or rather my dad’s pocket is still on my mind. I spent close to&lt;em&gt; aud 400&lt;/em&gt; just today alone. That isn’t a small amount, especially if you convert it to ringgit. That’s like &lt;em&gt;Rm 1160&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I bought some tongue studs that &lt;em&gt;Nelvie&lt;/em&gt; asked for. &lt;em&gt;I’m not gonna post the pics of your studs Nelvie, we shall let it be a surprise when I get back ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1683.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's what i call a shopping spree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My new suit ;)&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/5585628177139201442-2772403356177112070?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/2772403356177112070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=2772403356177112070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/2772403356177112070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/2772403356177112070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/06/shopping-spree.html' title='Shopping Spree'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-5433637669559712944</id><published>2007-06-20T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T22:57:09.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;My new &lt;em&gt;Nokia N-95&lt;/em&gt; which was on my wishlist from last &lt;em&gt;October&lt;/em&gt; has finally arrived with my sister from &lt;em&gt;London&lt;/em&gt; last&lt;em&gt; Saturday&lt;/em&gt;. Although it’s locked at the moment to the &lt;em&gt;Orange&lt;/em&gt; network from &lt;em&gt;U.K&lt;/em&gt;, we’re trying to get it unlocked as soon as possible. The camera is ridiculously good for a phone. I mean, the phone wasn’t as good as I expected, but the image quality from the camera really &lt;em&gt;WOWED&lt;/em&gt; me. It’s almost better than my &lt;em&gt;Kodak&lt;/em&gt; digital camera! So we know now which camera I would prefer using of course ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are just some pics of the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1682.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5585628177139201442-5433637669559712944?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/5433637669559712944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=5433637669559712944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/5433637669559712944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/5433637669559712944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/06/wishlist.html' title='Wishlist'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-6230313962781691813</id><published>2007-06-18T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T18:37:11.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;If you think about it, friends are something that can be considered &lt;em&gt;“over-rated”.&lt;/em&gt; I mean come on now, ask yourself, how many friends do you have? Your answer would probably be like, uncountable? So let’s just narrow down the question and be a little more specific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many close friends do you have? and your answer would probably be like maybe 5-10 guys and gals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now ask yourself, these 5-10 peeps, do they really have your back when you’re in need? or are they for show only?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes even I do think who my close friends are and who I can actually count on? Are there some just beside me for a ride or are they really here with me for life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence the reason you must always watch your back, even in the midst of your, so called close friends. I feel that sometimes, there isn’t any reason, but a friend would just not be the same anymore and would probably opt to do something seemingly brainless, which would either directly or indirectly affect the friendship one has with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing friends, I find it somewhat a cycle of friendships. Whenever you lose a close friend, you somehow find a new close friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know the reason, but like I said, sometimes there is no particular reason, but I feel as though I have lost a couple of friends. No reason for me to let out names, as most of the people reading this blog can be considered my &lt;em&gt;“close friends”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh well, I shall just look out for those new friends then aye. ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a controversial post? &lt;em&gt;I think so too, whatever you are thinking that is ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585628177139201442-6230313962781691813?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/6230313962781691813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=6230313962781691813&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/6230313962781691813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/6230313962781691813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/06/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-397699322754163621</id><published>2007-06-17T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T13:33:20.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Exams that was</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It’s just a little recap of last week, which so happened to be my exams week. I had 3 papers all together, &lt;em&gt;Marketing Communications&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Public Relations Media&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Marketing Research&lt;/em&gt;. My internal marks for all 3 weren’t that bad, I needed like 5 marks for each subject to pass. &lt;em&gt;But of course I wasn’t aiming for a mere pass, but a distinction ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the first paper is always the hardest. I was scared senseless before my &lt;em&gt;Marketing Communications&lt;/em&gt; paper on &lt;em&gt;Tuesday&lt;/em&gt;. To make it worst, the paper was at 6.45 p.m. I mean, &lt;em&gt;shit&lt;/em&gt;, you gotta wait for your paper all day long, makes you think even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing the paper, I was really sad. I feel that I screwed myself right in the &lt;em&gt;arsehole&lt;/em&gt; for this paper. &lt;em&gt;If ya know what I mean&lt;/em&gt;. But the heck with it, it’s not like I can turn back time now can I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second paper was on &lt;em&gt;Wednesday &lt;/em&gt;at 3.30 p.m. It was &lt;em&gt;Public Relations Media.&lt;/em&gt; This paper isn’t about studying; it’s more on how you generate ideas that should be put into the media. I was rather confident entering this exam, but damn was I wrong. The paper wasn’t tough or anything, but there wasn’t enough time! I wrote the most I have ever written in an exam in my entire life! I filled the whole answer booklet! &lt;em&gt;(that’s a whopping 16 pages)&lt;/em&gt; I was rather impressed with myself after the exam. It was also the first time I stayed right till the end in an exam ;)&lt;em&gt; (I’m those kinda guy that finishes my paper in 1 hour 15 minutes tops)&lt;/em&gt; But yeah, I think I did quite well, if I say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last paper was on Friday, &lt;em&gt;Marketing Research&lt;/em&gt;. I did not at all study for this paper till after my &lt;em&gt;Public Relations Media&lt;/em&gt; paper. So I was kinda nervous, but at the same time, I couldn’t wait to get it over with. &lt;em&gt;I wanted to PARTAYYY babeh!&lt;/em&gt; I expected the exam to be tough, but to my surprise, it was rather easy ;) I finished in less than an hour and had to wait till 1 hour passed after the exam till I left the hall &lt;em&gt;(the rules are that you can’t leave during the first hour, no idea why)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, it was officially over. My freaking exams that have kept me up more than once has passed me by. Intriguingly enough though, I think I had more sleep during exams than during the semester.&lt;em&gt; LoL&lt;/em&gt;. I had like 8 hours sleep every night. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585628177139201442-397699322754163621?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/397699322754163621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=397699322754163621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/397699322754163621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/397699322754163621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/06/exams-that-was.html' title='The Exams that was'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-2094910894701127055</id><published>2007-06-17T04:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T04:43:37.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Stereo</title><content type='html'>I finally bought my stereo for my car last &lt;em&gt;Saturday&lt;/em&gt;. Although it isn’t what exactly I wanted &lt;em&gt;( I wanted to have a amplifier and a sub-woofer installed too),&lt;/em&gt; It is however a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t installed the stuff yet, so it’s gonna be a task I want to finish before I head back for &lt;em&gt;Malaysia.&lt;/em&gt; So let’s just see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid &lt;em&gt;aud 50&lt;/em&gt; for my front speakers, &lt;em&gt;aud 130&lt;/em&gt; for my new player &lt;em&gt;( ipod compatible, so I don’t need to burn anymore cds)&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;aud 70&lt;/em&gt; for my back speakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pioneer 6” X 9” 250W 3 Way Speakers&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;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Sony Xplod 6” 190W 2 Way Speakers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1623.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pioneer CD/Mp3 Player&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/5585628177139201442-2094910894701127055?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/2094910894701127055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=2094910894701127055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/2094910894701127055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/2094910894701127055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-stereo.html' title='New Stereo'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-8497665221657063351</id><published>2007-06-16T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T23:28:25.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Them Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You gotta love ‘em shoes. I mean I have like probably 9 or 10 pairs, and still I’m looking for more. It’s just something I can’t resist. When I see nice sneakers, I need to buy ‘em. LoL. I guess you can say it’s an addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I do know people with much more shoes. Slow and easy mate, I’ll get there soon enough. The only problem is it’s so darn expensive to get a pair of good sneakers. Every pair I’ve seen that I’ve contemplated buying costs around &lt;em&gt;aud 150-210.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, slow and easy. As soon as I get the dough, I’ll get the sneakers. Let’s just hope that it’s soon so that the sneakers won’t be sold out. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is just a few of the shoes I’ve been admiring. &lt;em&gt;So if ya seen it around, give me a yell so i can go check it out ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/OsirisO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/OsirisO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Osiris O.G Abel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/NikeDunkEricHazeEdition3000pairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/NikeDunkEricHazeEdition3000pairs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nike Dunk (Eric Haze Edition) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is only 3000 pairs of these ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/KSWISSPRATT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/KSWISSPRATT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; KSWISS Pratt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/NikeAirForceOnePremiumLuchaLibreEdi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/NikeAirForceOnePremiumLuchaLibreEdi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nike Air Force One Premium (Lucha Libre Edition)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/Jordan5RARareAirLaser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/Jordan5RARareAirLaser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you gotta have them jordans in your wishlist of sneakers man!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jordan 5 RA Rare Laser Edition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5585628177139201442-8497665221657063351?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/8497665221657063351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=8497665221657063351&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/8497665221657063351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/8497665221657063351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/06/them-shoes.html' title='Them Shoes'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-3636287202638287417</id><published>2007-06-16T04:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T04:23:30.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cassy Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It’s a &lt;em&gt;Friday&lt;/em&gt; night and where else is it better to be then hitting the cassy and gambling some money away. It was a great night for me and &lt;em&gt;Allan&lt;/em&gt; though, we made some casino money. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now its &lt;em&gt;Brandon 2 – Casino 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means I’ve won 2 times in a row that I’ve been to the cassy. All together I’ve made around &lt;em&gt;aud 400&lt;/em&gt;. Not bad if I say so myself eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been along day and night. My bed is calling me to its comfy side with its fluffy sheets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace Out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585628177139201442-3636287202638287417?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/3636287202638287417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=3636287202638287417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/3636287202638287417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/3636287202638287417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/06/cassy-night.html' title='Cassy Night'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-582219642301688362</id><published>2007-06-15T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T17:28:05.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1620.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Everything that comes in the box ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1619.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;the ipod&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1616-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ngeks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1618.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z184/bran1986/100_1618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; the box&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know this entry was supposed to be put a week back or something. But guess it’s too late for that now ain’t it. Anyway, I got an Ipod a week an a half back. It’s an ipod video with 30 GB memory and it was a great bargain. I paid &lt;em&gt;aus 230&lt;/em&gt; for it and I’m rather happy considering this is the first item above &lt;em&gt;RM500&lt;/em&gt; that I’ve bought for myself using the money I saved up along the months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m like a kid with a new toy. Playing around with it and just admiring the mere sight of it. &lt;em&gt;Ngeks.&lt;/em&gt; But I’m sure I just need a few more weeks till I get bored of it and it will be just another owned item of mine. Oh well, life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a slack part about it though. &lt;em&gt;itunes&lt;/em&gt;, it really is something you really need to get used to huh? I was getting frustrated just trying to get songs into my new baby. &lt;em&gt;itunes&lt;/em&gt; isn’t that user friendly at all. &lt;em&gt;bleh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: forgive the bad pictures. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585628177139201442-582219642301688362?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/582219642301688362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=582219642301688362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/582219642301688362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/582219642301688362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/06/like-kid.html' title='Like a Kid'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-4094676956701972127</id><published>2007-06-15T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T13:34:27.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The dark clouds of examinations and no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;connection &lt;/span&gt;line at the new home has finally passed me by. Now I’m back online and free as a bird right up to 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; July. Which is the date my next semester of university commences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates shall be done on what has happened so far. I think I have a story or two up my sleeve to share with everyone. &lt;em&gt;Or at least I hope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585628177139201442-4094676956701972127?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/4094676956701972127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=4094676956701972127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/4094676956701972127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/4094676956701972127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-3138564929717713992</id><published>2007-06-08T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T12:17:09.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong Information</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Whoopsie&lt;/span&gt; Daisy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong information babes. I’m not going back to &lt;em&gt;Malaysia&lt;/em&gt; on the 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and I’m not taking &lt;em&gt;Brunei Airways&lt;/em&gt;. Instead, I’m going back on the &lt;em&gt;24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; June&lt;/em&gt; and I’m flying direct with &lt;em&gt;MAS&lt;/em&gt;. I’ll be leaving for &lt;em&gt;Perth&lt;/em&gt; exactly 1 month from the date I arrive, &lt;em&gt;24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more Bang Balls for me! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew&lt;/em&gt; already offered to pick me up! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wohoo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; Let’s just hope he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t get another ticket for illegal parking again. I warned him just now, and he said &lt;em&gt;“don’t worry, I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; learned my lesson.” &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Malaysia&lt;/em&gt;, Here I come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585628177139201442-3138564929717713992?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/3138564929717713992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=3138564929717713992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/3138564929717713992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/3138564929717713992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/06/wrong-information.html' title='Wrong Information'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-8776811341704591661</id><published>2007-06-07T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T11:56:10.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shortie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;No it’s not &lt;em&gt;"shortie"&lt;/em&gt; as in girlfriend. Its instead &lt;em&gt;"shortie"&lt;/em&gt; as in this post is going to be a short post ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no connection to the internet now at the new house for the time being and thats the reason i haven't been posting up. But anyhow, nothing much has really been happening. I've been rather good this past week. Most of the time staying home and just chilling with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i guess every good thing has to come to an end, for i already have plans for tonight aye! &lt;em&gt;Ngeks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and before i forget, my flight is 90% confirmed. My flight back home to &lt;em&gt;Malaysia&lt;/em&gt; that is. &lt;em&gt;Hip Hip Hoorayy! Hip Hip Hoorayyy!&lt;/em&gt; I'll be leaving here on the 25th June, night if im not mistaken and be arriving back home the morning of 26th June. The screwed up part is that i'll prolly reach &lt;em&gt;Brunei&lt;/em&gt; at around 3-4 a.m. &lt;em&gt;(because i'm taking the cheapest flight that just so happens to be Brunei Airways)&lt;/em&gt; and i got a 3 hour transit! As &lt;em&gt;Ug&lt;/em&gt; put it yesterday when i was chatting with him, &lt;em&gt;"So you can bang balls for 3 hours lah"&lt;/em&gt;. And I believe i'll have to do just that. &lt;em&gt;BANG BALLS!&lt;/em&gt; And my flight home is now set for the 18th of July. But it hasn't been confirmed yet. So we'll see how it goes. I'm still deciding ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't rush me mates!&lt;/em&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/5585628177139201442-8776811341704591661?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/8776811341704591661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=8776811341704591661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/8776811341704591661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/8776811341704591661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/06/shortie.html' title='Shortie'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-7249348846466558358</id><published>2007-06-02T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T15:27:20.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As expected and More</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend turned out just as expected. Or at least half the weekend has turned out as expected with a little added extra here and there. Now I can tell you first hand, heavy labor work isn’t easy at all and I salute those who have to do it for a living. It was exhausting moving all the stuff around, especially with only three guys doing all the heavy lifting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn’t even close to how it was when &lt;em&gt;Auntie Pat&lt;/em&gt; was moving houses. Compared to this, that was a stroll in the park. But I guess it’s because the lads were there to help out. So yeah, thank you &lt;em&gt;Vjay&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Andrew&lt;/em&gt; for the help that time ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to add up with the heavy lifting was that I hadn’t had a good night sleep for three nights running now. Meaning that for the past three nights, I’ve had only four hours or less sleep. Damn I hope I get a good night sleep today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like painting and moving houses just isn’t my &lt;em&gt;thang&lt;/em&gt; ;) GET THE HINT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you’re painting or moving houses, DON’T CALL ME!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few other minor events happened today that just got my blood boiling. Some people are just so fucked up sometimes. If you think I’m talking about you, it might very well be you. So what are ya gonna do about it? &lt;em&gt;BITE ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payback will be a bitch. I guarantee it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585628177139201442-7249348846466558358?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/7249348846466558358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=7249348846466558358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/7249348846466558358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/7249348846466558358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/06/as-expected-and-more.html' title='As expected and More'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-6800344376529701649</id><published>2007-06-01T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T17:26:42.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It’s the end of the semester and seriously, I was so relieved just a moment ago as I walked into the marketing school building and handed in my final report for the semester.&lt;br /&gt;It was like a burden taken off my shoulders. I am officially free of assignments this semester! Wohoo! Time to shout and celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, I’m not as excited as I should be. I mean, I’ve been looking forward to this time for the past three months and yet, when it arrives, why am I not as happy and I think I should be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because of the fact that whenever a semester is ending, that’s when everyone in class starts to bond with each other and make new friends. And in the end, you know you probably would not even see that person again in your life. Unless of course by chance. And I was rather lucky this semester to have three great and friendly tutors out of my four different subjects. So that probably plays a part in me feeling this way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I have mixed feelings. I’m relieved and yet a little sad that the semester has ended. Now all I have to look forward to is the exams coming up in two weeks, and boy will I enjoy that eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. At least the other thing to look forward to is the one and half month break I have before next semester. Lets hope all goes as planned and I do awesomely in my exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585628177139201442-6800344376529701649?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/6800344376529701649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=6800344376529701649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/6800344376529701649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/6800344376529701649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/06/unexpected.html' title='Unexpected'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-399087079450901140</id><published>2007-05-31T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T03:02:51.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Don’t you just love it when the weekends are nearing? You can feel that little tingle in your body saying Hell Yeah! Its &lt;em&gt;Partayyy &lt;/em&gt;time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the pain you’ve endured for five days finally comes to an end. It’s now time to kick back and enjoy your hard earned two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my case however, I don’t know which will be worse. The two days left of this week or the weekend that is just around the corner. I’ve got a major assignment due on Friday which is probably halfway done and to make matters worst, I have a take home test that is also due on Friday which I haven’t even really started on. What a perfectly fun filled two days I’m going to have don’t you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, the weekend. My sister and her hubby bought a house just about 1.5km from where we are living now about a month ago and this weekend we’re shifting in. The house we’re living in now is in such a mess it seems more like a warehouse than a home for living. The thought of carrying 50kg boxes of furniture is already making my back ache. But on the bright side, I get to drive something I’ve never driven before, a ute that we’re gonna rent for the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it wouldn’t be as bad as I think it would. Hopefully it will turn out to be a fun filled weekend with &lt;em&gt;Allan’s&lt;/em&gt; friends all coming to help out and my dad flying in on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now back to my work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585628177139201442-399087079450901140?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/399087079450901140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=399087079450901140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/399087079450901140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/399087079450901140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/05/weekend.html' title='The Weekend'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585628177139201442.post-400335429749185887</id><published>2007-05-30T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T15:47:23.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time is Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There comes a time in everybody’s life when they tend to go astray and probably do something that is out of the ordinary, something so unlike them, something so bizarre their friends won’t even believe it. Well that time for me is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here, staring at the computer screen, writing the first entry for my very own blog. It feels awfully wrong. Something I’ve really never ever thought I would do. Something I called &lt;em&gt;Nelvie&lt;/em&gt; a faggot for doing. Something I was and probably still am against until a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you’re thinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THEN WHY ON EARTH ARE YOU BLOGGING?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m kinda wondering myself, but oh well, as I said, it’s the time now for me to do what everyone did not think I would do. What i did not think I would do. Maybe the next time I actually take the time to post an entry of some sort with a little more meaning it will come to me &lt;em&gt;like a light bulb flashing above my head&lt;/em&gt; and I will know what made me start blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random thought, I find it hilarious that the Malaysian government is encouraging Malaysians to start blogging. LOL. Maybe I’m merely being a good Malaysian citizen and that’s the reason I started blogging :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahhh… I highly doubt it ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585628177139201442-400335429749185887?l=choohien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/feeds/400335429749185887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585628177139201442&amp;postID=400335429749185887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/400335429749185887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585628177139201442/posts/default/400335429749185887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choohien.blogspot.com/2007/05/time-is-now.html' title='The Time is Now'/><author><name>brAndOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17609480282502699026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
