<?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-4887660651188808623</id><updated>2012-01-22T19:06:07.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind The Yellow Tape</title><subtitle type='html'>"my very own spot"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-8612791757203939587</id><published>2011-10-26T22:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T23:34:00.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions questions</title><content type='html'>Do you chase your dreams to worlds end? &lt;div&gt;Do you settle for comfort and ease?&lt;div&gt;Do you go out of norm or fall into place?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got re-offered a position which I rejected a while back. This position is an oil and gas position, but wait, there's a catch..the pay is only one third of what I am getting now. A trainee position like this has its perks; great learning opportunities, bigger margin for error, less occupational hazard, and less stress. It is a plus for me as it is the industry of my choice, the one I dreamed about since high school..I have been struggling to get into this industry for months now, but I do not have a fancy CGPA nor a relevant degree. This is a golden opportunity for me, but just how do you survice in KL with such a low pay? I readily rejected it in the pass, as I thought there are plenty other Oil and Gas companies out there, but I was dead wrong. Yes, there are plenty, but they are NOT looking for people like me. Fresh graduate, mediocre results, non Bumi, not connected and above all, INEXPERIENCED. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I vaguely remember telling my friends how I would seize any O&amp;amp;G opportunity regardless of the pay, but now that I am dealt that card, I am paralyzed. I stop dead in my tracks. I can't be sure anymore. The stakes suddenly got so real and so high it's scary. What if I do not make it as a permanent staff? What if I am not cut out for the job? That would mean throwing away a job which was perfectly fine; executive position, hands-on learning, demanding sink-or swim environment, exposure to experienced and knowledgeable people. Its some scary shit I tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am just ranting about my fears here, but in all honesty, my mind is 70% sure I'm going to take the job..I need a leap of faith. I need to get into the industry fast, and start learning. I know if I finish training, and get absorbed into the company, I can make it big time. I also know that it would take about 2 years to reach my current pay now in the new company, but the growth would be exponential down the road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What would I be missing then, if I take the new position?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would be leaving my Application Engineer job..the respectable paying job. The job where I have learnt more in 2 months than in 4 years of university. The job where I am held responsible for a whole plant. The job where I get to tell 11 people if it is okay for them to go take a pee. The job that I can be absolutely great at, but lack passion and interest. Seriously, I get home from work and I just throw everything away..I don't study, I don't research, I don't do nothing to improve myself. I managed to drag myself a couple of times to go study the plant during the weekends, but that is about it. I have got so much energy, but I lack passion. That is why I really need to get in the right industry as soon as possible..I know I can be great. I just know it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A quick discussion with my family left me crushed. They strongly opposed me taking this job. They know and I know my new pay will not be enough to support my life in KL. Above all, I think that they want me to be independent as soon as possible, as they will no longer be able to support me soon, and I will have to start providing. They have their fears, I know. But enough pride not to let it show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beaten down, mentally exhausted, poor, looked down upon, disrespectful pay, going against my parents =&amp;gt; are these me? are these what I am prepared to do? am I strong enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;GOTTA WANT IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4887660651188808623-8612791757203939587?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/8612791757203939587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=8612791757203939587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/8612791757203939587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/8612791757203939587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2011/10/questions-questions.html' title='Questions questions'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-7903405653252645345</id><published>2011-06-02T13:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T13:25:52.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YICQ0_PJJuo/TecewRzipZI/AAAAAAAAAew/g0ahm4-daOA/s1600/Publication1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YICQ0_PJJuo/TecewRzipZI/AAAAAAAAAew/g0ahm4-daOA/s400/Publication1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613489275302749586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4887660651188808623-7903405653252645345?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/7903405653252645345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=7903405653252645345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/7903405653252645345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/7903405653252645345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post_02.html' title='...'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YICQ0_PJJuo/TecewRzipZI/AAAAAAAAAew/g0ahm4-daOA/s72-c/Publication1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-5659928509440453398</id><published>2010-08-15T11:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T03:31:15.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye kong kong..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;11.00 am 15th August 2010 : the closing of the coffin of my grandfather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a call from my brother today at 11.00 am, telling me to say a few words to my late grandfather..Throughout my life, I never heard my brother sounded so shooked up and sad before..A man of his integrity does not buckle so easily..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I grew up in this world knowing that I have only one grandfather. Throughout my childhood, this person, my mother's father, played a very important role.. I feel awful that I can't be with him at his end..However, I am glad to know that he passed peacefully, as if he was going to sleep..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will try to focus on how he lived, instead of the fact that he passed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandfather was loved by all his grandchildren. Being the second born grandchildren, me and my brother got alot of attention when we were brought up. I can still remember the way he treated us, and I as far as I remember, he never, not once, got upset with me over anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the years when I grew up, he was always there to fill up the guardian spot when my parents aren't around. He would travel all the way from kampung to stay with me and my brother, just to make sure we were safe and stayed out of trouble. We always got into trouble though..Yea..I always took advantage of him and his love for us grandchildren..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a traditional man, my grandfather thought me a lot of fun things..e.g. he bought me my first top, he made me a total of 3 (three) 'lastik' made from natural rubber tree branch, not your usual metal frame, etc etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continue: 30th April 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Held up this post in my draft for 6 months now..it deserves to be completed. I didn't got a chance to finish because well..4th year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a traditional man, my grandfather taught me a lot of fun things..e.g. he bought me my first top, he made me a total of 3 (three) 'lastik' made from natural rubber tree branch, not your usual metal frame, etc etc. And then there are the real fun stuffs like how when your rub rubber tree seed against concrete at a high enough speed and duration, that shit can burn your cousins! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(of course he didn't tell me to burn my cousin lah). *y the hell didn't I use those as lastik bullets? damn I was stupid!* My grandfather also allowed me to ride his old school Yap-Pun bicycle (equipped with a dynamo) around his house..I remembered how small I was when I rode that gigantic thing..like a boss..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandparents practically defined my taste buds, and my grandfather was the one who introduced me to the classical kopitiam taste. He often brought me to a kopitiam near his house, and we enjoyed coffee and toast. Our coffee was 'kopi-o-kau'..*coz thats how we roll, we drink it thick like that* You know how when you were a kid and drinks were real hot for you? My grandpa shared his coffee with me on a saucer, and I never understood he was applying the basic of heat transfer to cool of my drink..genius! Another notable beverage he introduced was the 'teh-kong', where near empty condensed milk cans were used to fill hot tea, giving it an awesome taste..back then it was 60 cents, now you cant buy that with 6 bucks..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was growing up, my family and I often visited my grandparents..at the end of every visit, without fail, my grandfather will slip a 1 ringgit coin into my pocket. As inflation strikes, coins became notes, and the colors got brighter.. When I was young, I accepted the cash ever so happily..as I entered puberty, I wanted more..when puberty was done with me, I started refusing the cash..What will I do the be able to refuse one more time now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As time past, age cathces up with you..my grandfather experienced a lot of sufferings through life..joint pains seem to be a big problem for him. As a grandchild, when you see you grandfather writhing in pain upon every step, you just don't know what to do. Like an ass, the best I did was ask him about his conditions every now and then. I was so glad I got many cousins back home to take care of him (12 cousins strong) and keep him company..In the last couple of years, age really caught up with him. Old age was not something easy to handle, and his children put considerable efforts to support him (hospital bills are no joke). My brother played his part handsomely, applying what he learnt in nursing college to take care of him at times. And then last year..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess what I learnt the hard way is to cherish your family members. I am not sure what I will do if he was still alive, but now that he is gone, I can't really do anything..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye Kong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: grandpa was a NightGuard during the Malayan Emergency. I'm proud as hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4887660651188808623-5659928509440453398?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/5659928509440453398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=5659928509440453398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/5659928509440453398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/5659928509440453398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2010/08/goodbye-kong-kong.html' title='Goodbye kong kong..'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-25053102824795107</id><published>2010-08-07T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T21:30:43.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am in fourth year ! I cant believe it.  &lt;br /&gt;It seems like I just got to Sabah and started first year yesterday.   &lt;br /&gt;Time really eludes us, one moment you are here, the next you are there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I just completed my industrial training with Shell, and &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; literally watched my dream swooshed pass me. I failed the Shell assessment, therefore I lost the chance to get my dream job..I let my dad who invested a lot in my internship down.. I failed my mum who wishes me well everyday. The idea I carved into my head was : if I can get a job before I graduate, I would have proven to myself that I am capable of anything, and at the same time make my family proud, because deep down, I know that there is not much about me to be proud of at the moment. My biggest chance to prove my worth to myself and all around me is gone for now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am, however, proud of the way I handled myself in Miri. I know my limits, my capacity and my weaknesses now. I know the areas I have to work on if I am to make it in this brutal world. I also know that if you throw me anywhere with RM 500, I can start a new life there and survive for three months. The thing that I am most proud of is there was a problem, and i handled it! I did not take the challenge sitting down. I gave it my all, although my all wasn’t good enough. Yes, I took care of my business like a full blown man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It has been 3 weeks since I got back to Sabah, and I am ready to move on. Obeying my three weeks rule, it is time to let go of my grieve and start over. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(&lt;em&gt;the three weeks rule : I must get over any bumps and disappointments in three weeks. The three weeks is a period of grievance and problem solving. The scope of ‘bumps and disappointments’ covers love, work, self esteem, humiliation, friendship, etc etc. After the three week period, the problem should have been handled by me via compromise or direct approach and is not to be spoken of ever again.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Although the period of grievance is up, I can never truly let go of this ‘bump’. I have done alot of grieving, but none of problem solving. The questions of my self worth keeps bothering me. I keep telling myself that it is really hard to get into Shell, and tried replaying in my head how things could have been done during my internship. Oh well oh well its time to let go. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s no use crying over spilt milk- ancient proverb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s no use crying over spilt dirty bong water- Ray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s no use crying over spilt tea- General Iro, Avatar : The Last Air Bender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Letting go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Peace people. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4887660651188808623-25053102824795107?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/25053102824795107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=25053102824795107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/25053102824795107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/25053102824795107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2010/08/fourth-year.html' title='Fourth Year'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-4184735411503132119</id><published>2010-04-05T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T23:48:55.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Agony</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Oh ma knees are weak ma breaths are heavy  &lt;br /&gt;My awesome dinner feels stale in my stomach now   &lt;br /&gt;The coconut pudding my housemate packed for me never tasted so bad   &lt;br /&gt;I have a programming test tmr and I could not give a damn&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Why oh why are there such unprofessional people in this world…  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Story goes like this…  &lt;br /&gt;I went for interview with Top Glove Sdn Bhd in February, and got an internship placing right away..   &lt;br /&gt;And tonight, they sent me an email like this:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dear Raymond,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sorry to informed the application for Industrial training rejected by Tan Sri.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thank you and have a nice day&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;"TOP GLOVE, TOP QUALITY, TOP EFFICIENT &amp;amp; GOOD HEALTH"                                                                                       &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Name     : JUNE                         Factory No. : F19/20&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Position  : Admin/Purchasing Asst&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tel #       : 03-33925900          Ext :102&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mobile  # : 012-3683613&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;E-mail     : &lt;a href="mailto:junaidah@topglove.com.my"&gt;junaidah@topglove.com.my&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Website  : &lt;a href="http://www.topglove.com.my/"&gt;www.topglove.com.my&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;TOP GLOVE’S BUSINESS DIRECTION : TO PRODUCE HIGH QUALITY GLOVES WITH EFFICIENT LOW COST&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;TOP GLOVE’S QUALITY POLICY         : CONTINUOUS IMPROVEMENT AND INNOVATION ARE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;my APPLICATION?? APLLICATION?! i done aced the damn interview man!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;nice…beautifully done..I am so fucked right now..  &lt;br /&gt;guess when is the last date to confirm my internship placing with my University?   &lt;br /&gt;5 days time.   &lt;br /&gt;how the hell am I supposed to do that?!   &lt;br /&gt;I’m no superman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4887660651188808623-4184735411503132119?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/4184735411503132119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=4184735411503132119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/4184735411503132119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/4184735411503132119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2010/04/agony.html' title='The Agony'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-7276892670459619678</id><published>2010-03-21T03:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T12:03:01.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Eugene</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I want to say a lil something something about MY baby Eugene. oklah not mine, but Amy’s nephew. I dunno why I’m doing this, probably it’s the stress from reading too much Bioprocess. to Baby Eugene : this one’s for you bro.*mini high five*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/S6UaxWyw4dI/AAAAAAAAAdw/RuaHZNoBWA0/s1600-h/photo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="photo" style="text-align: center;border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px; " height="197" alt="photo" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/S6UbETpKlpI/AAAAAAAAAd0/ROuv1VOgqdo/photo_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eugene, how come you get heavier by the minute when I carry you?&lt;br /&gt;Eugene, how does heaven feels like? coz I’m in hell..&lt;br /&gt;Eugene, how is it that you can do anything you want, and get away with it?&lt;br /&gt;Eugene, will you be my bro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/S6UbT9qQqpI/AAAAAAAAAd4/BZc8Xc5q8tA/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="2" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="205" alt="2" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/S6UbgO0x7cI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Lq7wEmQKPRw/2_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="305" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dude, you are gonna grow up, and then we can be bros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You could be anything you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forget the damn camera that you picked up on your 1st birthday. You don’t have to be a photographer if you don’t want to..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can learn tennis from me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can be an amazing accountant like Aunt Amy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can be a chef..I know you love to eat everything..me too. *mini five*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well..you COULD be superman, but we’ll talk bout that later..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You CAN’T be a chemical engineer, I wont let you sign your death warrant.period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/S6UcMiD2RAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/n1W5me3L60o/s1600-h/35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="3" style="text-align: center;border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px; " height="333" alt="3" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/S6UcVVKV9GI/AAAAAAAAAeE/HB8tcuDdp-A/3_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bro, when you grow up, I want you to be strong. I want you to be disciplined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you grow up, I want you to be able to say “no” .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want you to carry yourself in a proud Malaysian-Chinese way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want you to respect your elders, I want you to earn other people’s respect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you walk, I want you to hold your head up high. Be proud, but never forget your roots..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you grow up, I don’t want you to be like me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/S6UcelyYi3I/AAAAAAAAAeI/JgSUaqI1LVE/s1600-h/44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="4" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="230" alt="4" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/S6Ucm_5rBfI/AAAAAAAAAeM/u4Ugwok0E6E/4_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If we were bros, I will guide you along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will make sure you never do the things I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If we were bros,  I will teach you MY way of tennis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will make you tough, and you will hide your tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If we were bros, the world is ours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/S6UczQTCJtI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/poYqMEWjFfc/s1600-h/54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="5" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="242" alt="5" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/S6Uc7VeyPTI/AAAAAAAAAeU/CEgNYv6niyE/5_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eugene, I hope you can walk when I get home on May 4th..I have lots to show you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you can say more then “mama” and “tok-tok”, I will tell you amazing stories about Aunt Amy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eugene, I hope I’m there when you learn how to ride a bike..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope when you are 21, you wont blog about your girlfriend’s nephew..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eugene, I hope the world for you, but then again, the world is a scary place..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope you grow up, but please take your time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope you grow up to be just like your dad..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope you are ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are the huge ceiling in Sistine Chapel 2.0, ready to paint, Da Vinci?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;miss you bro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4887660651188808623-7276892670459619678?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/7276892670459619678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=7276892670459619678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/7276892670459619678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/7276892670459619678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2010/03/baby-eugene.html' title='Baby Eugene'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/S6UbETpKlpI/AAAAAAAAAd0/ROuv1VOgqdo/s72-c/photo_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-8346677222615829953</id><published>2010-03-17T18:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T18:35:59.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCREWED</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;oh damn I screwed my midterm for Chemical Reaction Process…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;honest to God, I did study for it. I guess I can’t perform when the time comes..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;oh well, this just means that I must go all out for the coming finals..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4887660651188808623-8346677222615829953?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/8346677222615829953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=8346677222615829953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/8346677222615829953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/8346677222615829953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2010/03/screwed.html' title='SCREWED'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-6012095033118396419</id><published>2010-03-08T16:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T16:01:04.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FML</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;today i took my separation process test. i did one question and left. FML.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4887660651188808623-6012095033118396419?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/6012095033118396419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=6012095033118396419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/6012095033118396419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/6012095033118396419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2010/03/fml.html' title='FML'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-9107378474836815306</id><published>2010-03-08T15:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T15:55:52.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;my fall. no,not the summer winter fall. the Michael smite Lucifer kind of fall.    &lt;br /&gt;i recently realized something. something truly disturbing. it hit me suddenly,&amp;#160; and it hit me hard: my grades have been consistently going down since my first semester.     &lt;br /&gt;if i were to plot a graph using MS Excel, for results versus time, it would be a straight line with a negative slope.     &lt;br /&gt;i had a pretty heated debate with myself, trying to figure out what is happening actually.     &lt;br /&gt;my first reason was it could be the change of environment, as i use to live in hostel for 1st 2 semesters.i had a lot of support there, people are constantly studying, and i adapted.     &lt;br /&gt;but that couldn’t be it! the first semester i moved out, i achieved dean’s list.     &lt;br /&gt;so it led me to thinking, it must be the increasingly tough syllabus.     &lt;br /&gt;yea this could be it. but then again, this is not a valid reason..things should start to make sense by now, i am in third year anyways..     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;and then i realized..&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;it is my attitude towards things that have changed..    &lt;br /&gt;i use to give a fuck, and now i couldn’t give a fuck less..     &lt;br /&gt;its like my grades don't really matter anymore..     &lt;br /&gt;my record for cutting class is at an all time high..     &lt;br /&gt;challenging subjects are taken lightly..     &lt;br /&gt;there is always a reason to procrastinate, always a reason to not study..movies, serials, facebook, tennis..     &lt;br /&gt;last minute study, which was an option before, now becomes the only option.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;THIS HAVE TO STOP.&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;this will not be my fall.    &lt;br /&gt;i have always chose to die in action, to die trying, to go down swingin'. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and the first step to all changes is to admit.    &lt;br /&gt;so i admit, i have been slacking.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4887660651188808623-9107378474836815306?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/9107378474836815306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=9107378474836815306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/9107378474836815306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/9107378474836815306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-fall.html' title='MY FALL'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-8550357003735616002</id><published>2009-12-13T14:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T01:35:39.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Gifts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hmm lets see lets see..these are the gifts i get from everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SyST5ZH9GNI/AAAAAAAAAcA/lZRB49gPhFY/s400/IMG_0841.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414615266212255954" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;firstoff theres Kiko the dolphin from my beloved girlfriend. this baby is made of spandex material, and is filled with beanies. of allll the soft toys made in this world, this is the kind i love most, because its so squishy! and then theres the Starbucks mug, also from my girlfriend because she knows how much i love coffee. !!!this also means 2 ringgit off all my beverages at starbucks!!! thx baby...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SyST4k-oyqI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Q6O-KUUbKz0/s400/IMG_0840.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414615252214532770" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;up next, there is the 212 Sexy Man cologne (Carolina Herrera) from my dear friends Sally, mama Bel, Crystal, Esther, Marina the excited child, Razin, Boon Kuok, and Seelan. this bottle really lives up to its name. i spray it once and i feel alot sexier already haha. the scent is amazing, the bottle engineering is also nice because it has a magnetized cap which goes "ploop" every time you put it back on. love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SyST40yylXI/AAAAAAAAAbw/gh_ceBhA070/s400/IMG_0844.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414615256459810162" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and these are what i bought for myself using the cash my parents gave me. i bought my dream racket, the Prince EXO3 graphite 100, and a Dunlop tennis backpack. some may say, "eh harlow, got one racket not enuff?" i say, yea it is enuff..but i want to up my game. it doesn't make me play better or anything, but it is more demanding. this is a players frame, therefore it trains me to execute every shot properly, ie i must put in extra effort if i want to see the ball fly the way i want it to fly. it is quite pricey lah, but i do like 10-12 hours of court time every week in Sabah so it will be worth it. LOOOVVVEE it so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SySkf5hIArI/AAAAAAAAAcI/gGufy5OaHGU/s400/IMG_0845.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414633519928836786" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and last but not least, my girlfriend made me a custom birthday card. these are the little things that she does for me that i will always appreciate. you can always buy a top-of-the-line 20 bucks birthday card, but then again anyone can buy it for anyone, anytime. it takes, time, effort and love to actually sit down, and craft your own card. up till today, my baby made me like 15 of these cards for various occasions. annnnd i absolutely love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*added 15th DEC*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sorry i forgot, the biggest and most precious gift of all i got every birthday is of course the wishes and blessings from everyone. items are surely fun, but take that away and when all else fails, all you have are the people who still acknowledges you.&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/4887660651188808623-8550357003735616002?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/8550357003735616002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=8550357003735616002' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/8550357003735616002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/8550357003735616002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-birthday-gifts.html' title='My Birthday Gifts!'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SyST5ZH9GNI/AAAAAAAAAcA/lZRB49gPhFY/s72-c/IMG_0841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-8411612169666456962</id><published>2009-12-09T21:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T21:41:53.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;since this is probably my private space now, i can rant myself out of boredom(ssss).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;what does it feels like to be 21? i remember clearly the werewolf from twilight said “heh..age is just a number baby!”*while lifting the dirtbike from the truck*. well age is not just a number to me. i have thrown myself into an environment where nearly everyone is elder than me.(so please don’t get offended is i end up calling you abang or kakak, it’s just me) all my life, i have been trying to gain their respect, to find a place for myself amongst the more experienced. my companions surely made it easy for me, i blend right in. when being desperate for acceptance, one can succumb to doing all sorts of shitty things. thank god almighty, i didn’t drift that far. my elder friends did set good models for me to follow, and i sincerely thank all my friends for that.(don’t expect me to thank them face to face lah..that’s just embarrassing.)&amp;#160; apart from my dirt old complexion and my humongous obese body, i think i have nurtured my mind to be like those i mixed with. the way i see it, i am technically a year older haha..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4887660651188808623-8411612169666456962?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/8411612169666456962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=8411612169666456962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/8411612169666456962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/8411612169666456962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-be-21.html' title='To be 21'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-789615424030275110</id><published>2009-05-05T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T00:22:48.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>END OF SEMESTER - RECAP</title><content type='html'>phew..wat a long long semester. learned alot of new things, some the hard way.&lt;div&gt;the blog has been unupdated throughout this semester, probably because im too lazy, and at any given time, im either devoted to academical stuffs or smacking away at the tennis court.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since thats the only two things im okay at doing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im going home, back to my rightful place in malacca tmr. somehow, i feel that theres alot of things which i havent do here, in sabah. my studies have deteriorated severely, but my tennis improved drastically.(what should i feel about this huh?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so what is it lah which i havent do here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;past 3 semesters, at this time, time to go home, i have always felt satisfied. like i've done my duties (as a student). this sem, this one sem, i feel like i could have done better. don't feel that hustle. don't feel that brain exhaustion. don't feel like i gave it my best shot. FEELS like i've given up on my studies. feels like i'm second guessing myself as a chemical engineering student. feels like Federer who lost to Nadal. feels like i'm not good enough for my dream job at the oil rig. all because i was given a few tough subjects. feels like shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thoughts going through my head now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-im gonna see my dearest girlfriend in 48 hours!!!! after 3 long months..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-my thermodynamics is 47 ( C-) not fail. should retake next semester? or not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-why, why the hell is it that when i play tennis theres only two things on my head &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(keep the ball in.keep the ball in. annnndddddd KILLLLLLLLLLLLLLL) ,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but when im on the study table, theres like two hundred things in my head?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dunlopsports.com/Images/Tennis/ProductImages/l/Aerogel-300-(004).jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 314px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my Aerogel 300&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- string my racket ( coz it went like piiiiinnnggg*string breaks*when i hit my backhand)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- tommorow im flying MAS airlines for the first time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-je pense que mon examination francais aujourd'hui est tres horrible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; (i think my french exam today was horrible)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-mais, de tout facon, c'etait un bon essayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; ( but it was a good try anyways )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- merde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; (shit)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-ouch..the pimples on my face really hurts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-this Espresso Brownie is really good..mmm. ( at starbucks now )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- will people actually read this? haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;pheewww...feels so much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;alrighttttt.lets go home ray. MALACCA bayybaayyyyyy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:-webkit-monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4887660651188808623-789615424030275110?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/789615424030275110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=789615424030275110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/789615424030275110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/789615424030275110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-of-semester-recap.html' title='END OF SEMESTER - RECAP'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-7959418904286175265</id><published>2009-02-25T19:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:52:49.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Meeting Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;tmr there’s a midterm test for&amp;#160; “thermodynamic for chemical engineer”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;which is officially the one subject i know nothing about. i am seriously starting to doubt my own capability because of this damn subject. am i really cut out to be a chemical engineer after all?this is no elective..this is a core subject.we can’t not know our core subject.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;since im uncomfortable studying in my own room, here i am, in my faculty, in an empty meeting room in the middle of the night.occasionally listening to the moaning of horny cats,i noe im in for a long damn night.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;look right:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SaUvba6lYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/KIRG7lOcEao/s1600-h/Image057%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Image057" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="300" alt="Image057" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SaUvena5QYI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0zXpx3sn2PU/Image057_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="398" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;look left:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SaUvmDTGC6I/AAAAAAAAAYg/LwEvXRu-2-0/s1600-h/Image058%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Image058" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="303" alt="Image058" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SaUvpKik63I/AAAAAAAAAYk/mK2DoN5xiaQ/Image058_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="403" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;theres no one! it’s abit freaky right?im on constant lookout for guards in case they come in with batons and gang rape me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;whhhyy am I so lonely?i got a spoonful of that lately.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i guess, when all odds are against you, you have to take a deep breath and look forward.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;*takes a deep breath and looks forward*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SaUvtbq5w4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/AIjlKBbApb8/s1600-h/Image059%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Image059" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="305" alt="Image059" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SaUvvS7UFgI/AAAAAAAAAYs/gXXTfCeG4t4/Image059_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="405" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;LOOK FORWARD???!?!?!?!?! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;oh my gawddd..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;PEACE&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4887660651188808623-7959418904286175265?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/7959418904286175265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=7959418904286175265' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/7959418904286175265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/7959418904286175265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-meeting-room.html' title='In The Meeting Room'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SaUvena5QYI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0zXpx3sn2PU/s72-c/Image057_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-5756880238437806997</id><published>2009-02-04T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:04:32.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen Up People!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People of the world please listen out as this is a very important announcement! This is the first time it will be announced and i can only do it once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, 4th February 2009 is officially our very first anniversary!  Happy 1st Anniversary Baby! May we haf many many more anniversaries to come and i will be strong and wait for you to come home to me. I cant help not having you around yangyang. Lots of beauuuutiful events has taken place since we started and although we are miles apart we haf been through a tough but unforgettable journey, I wouldnt wanna share the journey with another person but you. As i've always said, I would trade anything in the world to spend another minute with you cos moments with you are the moments i treasure the most. I hope the airline company, the phone service provider, the university, the cash flow and all the means for me to get to you will be kind to us this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY ANNIVERSARY DEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you very very very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4887660651188808623-5756880238437806997?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/5756880238437806997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=5756880238437806997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/5756880238437806997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/5756880238437806997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2009/02/listen-up-people.html' title='Listen Up People!'/><author><name>amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jiOv9pf-qWQ/SONMBkmV_TI/AAAAAAAAACU/dUXMabl0yds/S220/P1010059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-6676055661322655953</id><published>2009-01-11T18:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:44:02.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored Boredom Boring</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1st off forgive me for not updating this blog for like 2 months.. i’ve been busy during the holidays having fun with my girlfriend.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;well it has been more than 1 week since i returned to the land below the wind to continue my studies..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;before i came back to sabah, i was like: ok, CNY coming, gotta shave off some weight, gotta play tennis everyday so that i can eat all i want during CNY.ok.ok. we can do this.set.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;then i got back here, its been 10 days and i got to play only 3 times!!!! 3 tiga three dammmnnn..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;you know why? because its been raining consistently everyday for one week now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and it rains at 4 pm everyday, without fail! i’ll be strapping on my gears and then with no warning, it starts raining elephants and cows.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;so what do you do to counter the boredom when you cant go out to play?or do anything else for that matter?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;we can play tennis online! heres the screen shot:&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SWnNaWrTx1I/AAAAAAAAAXA/O6fPgd9C2m0/s1600-h/Untitled%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Untitled" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="373" alt="Untitled" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SWnNby9xOuI/AAAAAAAAAXE/nI50AFUMaFs/Untitled_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="375" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;just go here : &lt;a href="http://www.gamedesign.jp/flash/tennis/tennis.html"&gt;http://www.gamedesign.jp/flash/tennis/tennis.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and start playing!im getting quite good at it haha..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;dammit. this sucks.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;PEACE&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4887660651188808623-6676055661322655953?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/6676055661322655953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=6676055661322655953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/6676055661322655953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/6676055661322655953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2009/01/bored-boredom-boring.html' title='Bored Boredom Boring'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SWnNby9xOuI/AAAAAAAAAXE/nI50AFUMaFs/s72-c/Untitled_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-4637008457960623137</id><published>2008-11-29T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T01:33:39.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 at last,20 at last</title><content type='html'>thank the heavens, i'm 20 at last.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks to everyone who wished me, i wish you well too my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woww///things really went fast on my 19th year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the significant events in my 19th year of life:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;the goods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had my faith restored in love, and accepted that one can truly love another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the person responsible for that is Amy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i picked up the tennis racket again, and apparently lost a significant amount of weight. ( don't look at me, thats what they said )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like i can't stop thinking about my gf, i can't stop thinking about tennis. i call it the curse of the fuzzy yellow balls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my second semester went smoothly although i got worked up pretty bad physically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the bads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apart from losing weight, i also regained weight during my 3rd sem finals. but i guess loss&gt; gain so it still looked like i lose weight. but thats not the case, serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remembered why i stopped tennis in form 3. it's called tennis elbow. i always hesitate before hitting the ball nowadays. if i go all out, there's this tingling pain at the left elbow ligament.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my 3rd semester was disastrous!! lecturers not completing syllabus, "over competent" lecturers, etc etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=&gt;strangely though, when i checked the pre-result, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;they were actually good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was a hellish semester, and im getting my well deserved break now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;overview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: 6 good vs 3 bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey, that was a good year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wonder how this one is going to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PEACE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4887660651188808623-4637008457960623137?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/4637008457960623137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=4637008457960623137' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/4637008457960623137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/4637008457960623137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2008/11/20-at-last20-at-last.html' title='20 at last,20 at last'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-8539730141078791918</id><published>2008-10-29T12:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T12:46:55.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>un-effing-believable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;"Chapters 1-10. For Chapters 8-10 only some sections are tested as listed in Lecture 10 notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Answer ALL 42 questions. Most questions carry 1 mark and a few 2 marks. Maximum marks 50 and will be converted to %.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;When answering questions, Click on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Save without submitting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; You can still change the answers by going back to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;When you finish the test, Click on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Save and submit all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The test has a dual purpose: to accelerate your revision and assess you at the same time. If you do this conscientiously you will excel rather than  fall flat on your face in your final."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;my thermodynamics lecturer set an online quiz today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;42 questions objective questions, 1 hour. That's fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;With the knowledge that our uni's wifi system is junk, he only gave a 3 hour window for students to attempt the quiz. That's fine too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;We only have one (1) attempt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;And he has the gut to put such a provoking message at the test instruction section.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;If you do this conscientiously you will excel rather than  fall flat on your face in your final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;fall flat on my face?? you son of a bitch. these words coming from a lecturer who skipped 3 chapters, and gave a quiz so close to the final examination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;due to the sucky connection, a few student negotiated for another attempt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;like a flacid penis without principles, he accepted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I should intercept him at his usual breakfast spot and we will see who falls flat on their face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4887660651188808623-8539730141078791918?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/8539730141078791918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=8539730141078791918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/8539730141078791918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/8539730141078791918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2008/10/un-effing-believable.html' title='un-effing-believable'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-5810467751446399713</id><published>2008-10-26T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:03:00.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUT, COLD.</title><content type='html'>wassup ppl.&lt;div&gt;i'm here documenting live on the terrible weather that has been smothering Kota Kinabalu for the past 3 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been raining like crazy these few days. Effectively, the rain never actually stopped, it's either dead heavy drops, or tiny, needle-like drops. I'm practically grounded in my home, studying for my finals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The temperature is gradually decreasing, with 23.6 degrees celcius yesterday and 22.8 degrees celcius today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bulus are standing like crazy, and each time before entering the bathroom to bathe, I will stall outside the bathroom door, hesitating - to bathe or not to bathe to bathe or not to bathe to bathe or not to bathe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If this goes on I'm going to die. serious. The air is filled with depression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The temperature, the imminent finals, the unfinished studies, the fear, the weather..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm out. Cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~sejuk~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WAR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4887660651188808623-5810467751446399713?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/5810467751446399713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=5810467751446399713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/5810467751446399713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/5810467751446399713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2008/10/out-cold.html' title='OUT, COLD.'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-2631031558852317444</id><published>2008-10-15T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:22:11.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fool's Restaurant</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I had my dinner at A-Foo vegetarian restaurant.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SPXpMjSNmzI/AAAAAAAAAUs/yCkQj-mYs0s/s400/Image022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257364541864254258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pronounce "ah foo"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I dunno how it sounds like to you guys..but to me, the name of the shop sounds abit the vulgar lah. Even worse if IM the one pronouncing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Yo man, wanna go makan at a foo's restaurant?"(..wanna go makan at a fool's restaurant?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Fuih, a foo's is the best man!"(..a fool is the best man)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SPXpLt2PW3I/AAAAAAAAAUU/VHC2cYpfmKg/s400/Image016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257364527519849330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I have to say they are doing very well for a foo'-ish restaurant. The ambience is brilliant, fully air-conditioned, top-notch service, awesome food, expensive drinks...topppp lah overall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Somehow I really think vegetarian food are for high-rollers only in Sabah, coz so far, all the vegetarian shop here are damn classy and expensive looking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I had this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SPXpL9Qo-kI/AAAAAAAAAUc/_CDl47vHSlo/s400/Image017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257364531657112130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sambal fried rice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SPXpMBqLy_I/AAAAAAAAAUk/7AXDHBFYd_I/s400/Image021.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257364532837993458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;good ol' kopi-peng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know, I know...everytime also eat fried rice only right? It's just me lah..I have a thing for fried rice. hahahaha... the discovery of this restaurant is actually good for me, because they have like 2 pages full of different fried rice to choose from in their menu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The most catchy ones, are of course, none other than:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A-Foo's fried rice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fried rice with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A-Foo's special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh my damn...got to be the most pathetic name for fried rice man..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The next time I go there to eat, I feel like trying them out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll be like :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Xcuse me miss, I would like to have a fool's fried rice please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and she be like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Whaattt???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and I be like :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I mean Ah-Foo fried rice..sry..&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*giggle giggle smile smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;aiyoh..so bad lah me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;~live to eat~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4887660651188808623-2631031558852317444?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/2631031558852317444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=2631031558852317444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/2631031558852317444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/2631031558852317444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2008/10/fools-restaurant.html' title='A Fool&apos;s Restaurant'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SPXpMjSNmzI/AAAAAAAAAUs/yCkQj-mYs0s/s72-c/Image022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-3341623837197185045</id><published>2008-10-10T01:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T01:47:28.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When stressed, post nonsense.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hellos..its been a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is 1.42 am now, and I know I should be studying for my Fluid finals.. (MONDAY omg omg )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Studies aren't going so well, there's always procrastination and good old lazyness..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;damn. how I wish it is Tuesday the 14th tmr. don't you don't you??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I best start reading soon..went through my recycle bin just now, and found this pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SO5CH74qJHI/AAAAAAAAAUM/rMmMrAJHM0s/s1600-h/family_planning.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SO5CH74qJHI/AAAAAAAAAUM/rMmMrAJHM0s/s400/family_planning.jpg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255210519289799794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA....awesome pic lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good luck to everyone having their finals soon kay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~alone~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PEACE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4887660651188808623-3341623837197185045?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/3341623837197185045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=3341623837197185045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/3341623837197185045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/3341623837197185045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-stressed-post-nonsense.html' title='When stressed, post nonsense.'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SO5CH74qJHI/AAAAAAAAAUM/rMmMrAJHM0s/s72-c/family_planning.jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-4007330692075277720</id><published>2008-10-02T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:05:38.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vegetarian tom yum fried rice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;looks like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SOTietm7KvI/AAAAAAAAAUE/9CyaX_3LOzE/s1600-h/02102008044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SOTietm7KvI/AAAAAAAAAUE/9CyaX_3LOzE/s400/02102008044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252572082687650546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;so today i broke my years of carnivorous lifestyle and decided to go green.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no0ooo0oot badlah the fried rice...alot of fake charsiew and fake chicken..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dunno if theres fake veges also hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's okaylah to eat vegetarian once in a while kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4887660651188808623-4007330692075277720?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/4007330692075277720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=4007330692075277720' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/4007330692075277720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/4007330692075277720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2008/10/vegetarian-tom-yum-fried-rice.html' title='vegetarian tom yum fried rice'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SOTietm7KvI/AAAAAAAAAUE/9CyaX_3LOzE/s72-c/02102008044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-8327289602205320220</id><published>2008-10-01T14:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T14:25:24.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lunch lunch lunch</title><content type='html'>I had an awesome lunch yesterday.&lt;div&gt;It's called "Sang Nyuk Meen" *hakka* or "Sen Rou Mien" *mandarin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;both translates to "raw meat noodle"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh my damn, it tasted so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never eaten so much tender pork meat in a day before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coupled with an awesome cup of kopi peng, yesterday's lunch was easily one of the best lunch EVERRRRR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SOMVOAKCnjI/AAAAAAAAATE/cevX2o6tLoA/s400/Image030.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252064920748596786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;one bowl of pork soup and one bowl of noodle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SOMVOIlfd5I/AAAAAAAAATM/h8d-Tarkc5A/s400/Image031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252064923011217298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;round here, the soup is refillable! nonono, the "liao"s cannot refill wan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SOMVONiaV2I/AAAAAAAAATU/_lTB4CiqsGA/s400/Image033.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252064924340475746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and one cup of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;AWESOMENESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;..the hakka uncles in KK make the best kopi peng-kaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;just thinking about ytd's meal makes my mouth water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;~live to eat~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4887660651188808623-8327289602205320220?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/8327289602205320220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=8327289602205320220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/8327289602205320220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/8327289602205320220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2008/10/lunch-lunch-lunch.html' title='lunch lunch lunch'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SOMVOAKCnjI/AAAAAAAAATE/cevX2o6tLoA/s72-c/Image030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-5924412789998104412</id><published>2008-09-28T12:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T13:21:23.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As a coffee freak, I'm always trying out new products from nescafe, old town, aik cheong, yada yada.. And so far my most frequent choice when I go out to get 3 in 1 coffee is this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SN8MfeujrCI/AAAAAAAAAS0/vHD91ttOB8A/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SN8MfeujrCI/AAAAAAAAAS0/vHD91ttOB8A/s400/Image036.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250929425501105186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, this is okay. It's strong enough, it packs quite a kick provided you get the right temperature, and it's not that expensive *most expensive in the Nescafe 3 in 1 line*.&lt;div&gt;On the downside, this one often leaves a sour aftertaste in your mouth, and if you don't add enough water to one pack, it will taste... somewhat radical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that's old school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went shopping today, saw a new face in the coffee shelf. Without hesitating, I took it, paid for it, went back and tried it. It looks something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SN8MfVMLkqI/AAAAAAAAAS8/tQ1bozbhcbk/s1600-h/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SN8MfVMLkqI/AAAAAAAAAS8/tQ1bozbhcbk/s400/Image035.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250929422941000354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the 1st sip I went "omg...." fuih, this is by-far the most cunted 3 in 1 coffee ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well balanced, not too sweet, blardeee kaw, arousing smell, holy shit, Christmas came early for me this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why so awesome? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The old school Nescafe 3 in 1 rich was mixed and then freeze dried for packing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-size: 24px;"&gt;Freeze dried coffee+creamer+sugar&gt;mix&gt;freeze dried&gt;packing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 freeze drying process&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 3 in 1 Gold is something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is freeze dried coffee *like the one in the bottle* and creamer and sugar all still in their original state packed together:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-size: 24px;"&gt;Freeze dried coffee+creamer+sugar&gt;packing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 freeze drying process&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when you pour it from the pack you can actually see all the 3 ingredients. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore, what you get is not premix coffee, you're the one mixing it, not some machine. It will taste better this way cos not much aroma and taste is lost through freeze drying process. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Owh I'm so tempted to drink nother one. but Amy says only one cup a day sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...oh well..oh well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~my mornings will never be the same again~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PEACE&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/4887660651188808623-5924412789998104412?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/5924412789998104412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=5924412789998104412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/5924412789998104412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/5924412789998104412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2008/09/coffee-anyone.html' title='Coffee anyone?'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SN8MfeujrCI/AAAAAAAAAS0/vHD91ttOB8A/s72-c/Image036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-6434703727000753455</id><published>2008-09-22T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T19:35:09.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OhmyDamn</title><content type='html'>just realized that i'm running out of time!!&lt;div&gt;GASSPPP!!!!&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nolah..i'm not dying.*sry to dissapoint you*hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these are the list of things to do before september ends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) thermodynamics assignment (15%)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) shakespeare assignment &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) french assignment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) chemical processes principles assignment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) study for fluid dynamics finals (13th oct)- i'm still in the dark about this subject&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) study for engineering maths finals (20th oct)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) engineering maths assignment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) improve tennis (eh eh?? tak berkenaan langsung)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) become a better boyfriend (...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.biosulf.org/1/images/iStock_gasp3586108XSmall.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; " /&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/4887660651188808623-6434703727000753455?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/6434703727000753455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=6434703727000753455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/6434703727000753455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/6434703727000753455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2008/09/ohmydamn.html' title='OhmyDamn'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-8240248086806628792</id><published>2008-09-16T21:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:56:25.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Solution</title><content type='html'>Are you having a bad day?&lt;div&gt;Feeling down and lonely?&lt;br /&gt;Like nothing is turning out the way you want to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know how it feels. I'm having alot of those days lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and man, do I have a solution for you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what you need is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SM-w2mDua8I/AAAAAAAAASc/QiKMz1IlGic/s1600-h/Tennis_Racket.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SM-w2mDua8I/AAAAAAAAASc/QiKMz1IlGic/s400/Tennis_Racket.jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246606542885514178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SM-w20JmL0I/AAAAAAAAASk/XsZ79UoetPU/s1600-h/Tennisball.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SM-w20JmL0I/AAAAAAAAASk/XsZ79UoetPU/s400/Tennisball.jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246606546668236610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SM-xqGEqhxI/AAAAAAAAASs/rsz06QK4ELc/s1600-h/rain-drop.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SM-xqGEqhxI/AAAAAAAAASs/rsz06QK4ELc/s400/rain-drop.jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246607427652716306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and a little bit of rain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:x-large;"&gt;PLAY TENNIS IN THE RAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);  font-weight: bold;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yeap it sounds crazy. But that's what you need isn't it? =&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;something crazy to distract you from whatever it is making you feel bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This works best if you have someone crazy enough to play with you. It'll do fine if you're playing by yourself too.&lt;br /&gt;When it rains, the tennis ball gets heavy. So you can smack it as hard as you want, without worrying that it'll fly out of the court. And then you can feel the "post flight water debris" left by the ball after you smack it..that's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;"&gt;SMACK IT&lt;/span&gt;, and smack it hard, and let the tiny water droplets splash onto your face, and wake your dreamy ass up.&lt;br /&gt;That's what you need. You, me, and all of us need to know that even if we bust our ass, working for the perfect outcome, things wont always turn out the way we want.&lt;br /&gt;This ain't another wise-ass quote I picked up somewhere, no. We should face it now, as it applies to our studies, relationship, family, work and practically eveything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up Ray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No, you wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;No you wake up Ray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;NO!!Wake me up when September ends!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Wah..sot d.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~lets all be more mature~&lt;br /&gt;PEACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4887660651188808623-8240248086806628792?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/8240248086806628792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=8240248086806628792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/8240248086806628792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/8240248086806628792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2008/09/solution.html' title='The Solution'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SM-w2mDua8I/AAAAAAAAASc/QiKMz1IlGic/s72-c/Tennis_Racket.jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-5808346554096863525</id><published>2008-09-14T13:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T13:23:23.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 out of 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SMyfKD_2LlI/AAAAAAAAASU/RonzTs5rnxA/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SMyfKD_2LlI/AAAAAAAAASU/RonzTs5rnxA/s400/Image029.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245742661200391762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i had this for lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it is called the "ngiu chap"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's friggin awesome!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4887660651188808623-5808346554096863525?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/5808346554096863525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=5808346554096863525' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/5808346554096863525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/5808346554096863525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2008/09/9-out-of-10.html' title='9 out of 10'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SMyfKD_2LlI/AAAAAAAAASU/RonzTs5rnxA/s72-c/Image029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-3417326818766933264</id><published>2008-09-07T11:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T11:55:59.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangang-ed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SMNQE0H4ByI/AAAAAAAAASM/RYxrJR3XR0M/s1600-h/windowslivewriterahmadsaidisactuallysmart-9211ahmadsaid-star-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SMNQE0H4ByI/AAAAAAAAASM/RYxrJR3XR0M/s400/windowslivewriterahmadsaidisactuallysmart-9211ahmadsaid-star-thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243122434830763810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Give me 10 reason why I should apologize" &lt;/span&gt;Ahmad Ismail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;picture form thestar.com.my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tsk tsk tsk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;some people just don't care about their own lives nowadays..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;~racial remarks gets you killed~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4887660651188808623-3417326818766933264?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/3417326818766933264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=3417326818766933264' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/3417326818766933264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/3417326818766933264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2008/09/bangang-ed.html' title='Bangang-ed'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SMNQE0H4ByI/AAAAAAAAASM/RYxrJR3XR0M/s72-c/windowslivewriterahmadsaidisactuallysmart-9211ahmadsaid-star-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-4296575524831417278</id><published>2008-09-05T20:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T23:06:37.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Bill Insanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;hello ppl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Last two days, I received my water bill. And I went like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;OH SHITTTT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;MERDE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;KNN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;NIGGA PLEASEE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;NIGG', S'IL VOUS PLAIT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SMEquzgylxI/AAAAAAAAASE/xGq6XBIq_xY/s400/Image027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;RM 185&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh mann....how can the water bill ever be so high??damn SO-HIGH man I tell you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do you know how big is 1 meter cube? It's pretty simple..you take twelve 1 m ruler, and construct the skeleton of a cube with them. The resultant cube have a volume of 1 meter cube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It says on the bill that we, 8 ppls effectively used 206 meter cubes of water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;TWO HUNDRED AND SIX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm not even mad...I find it almost amusing. Pathetically amusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How the hell can 8 ppl used 200+ meter cubes of water?? I know that I'm fat, but I can assure you I don't consume that much of water!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I miss the good old days in Malacca where water bill was negligible.. always below RM 15..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;rm&gt;&lt;/rm&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This be the bullshit that I be talking about man..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It can't be us. There's just no way in the world we could use that much of water. My best guess is that, the internal pipings are too damn old and have lots of leakage..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The worst part is, the HOUSE OWNER refuse to take action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me and the boys, we're calling him tonight, and screw him 99.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;According to my roomate, the house owner should be responsible for all structural damage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;owhh he is soooo gonna get it tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;~I'm too young to worry about water bill~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;PEACE&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/4887660651188808623-4296575524831417278?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/4296575524831417278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=4296575524831417278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/4296575524831417278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/4296575524831417278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2008/09/water-bill-insanity.html' title='Water Bill Insanity'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SMEquzgylxI/AAAAAAAAASE/xGq6XBIq_xY/s72-c/Image027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-5001603930027034085</id><published>2008-08-27T10:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T15:18:55.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHAME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SLTIykd1gaI/AAAAAAAAAMg/I4ZRJZ2GMEw/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SLTIykd1gaI/AAAAAAAAAMg/I4ZRJZ2GMEw/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239033037646561698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 (one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SLTIys47SGI/AAAAAAAAAMo/5I2WByP2tfo/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SLTIys47SGI/AAAAAAAAAMo/5I2WByP2tfo/s400/22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239033039907670114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"all wrong"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SLTIy8U5ugI/AAAAAAAAAMw/KYUt8yglaX4/s1600-h/27-08-2008+11.bmp%3B01.bmp%3B23AM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SLTIy8U5ugI/AAAAAAAAAMw/KYUt8yglaX4/s400/27-08-2008+11.bmp%3B01.bmp%3B23AM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239033044051540482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my personal favourite - "shame"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;ma good god hear this prayer&lt;br /&gt;thank you for wakin me up this morning&lt;br /&gt;thank you for surroundin me with your guardian angels as i slept&lt;br /&gt;thank you for wakin up my family friends and loved ones as well&lt;br /&gt;..keeping us safe..&lt;br /&gt;thank you for wakin my enemies this day god..&lt;br /&gt;for they your childrens as I am&lt;br /&gt;I pray that I continue to be a child of yours&lt;br /&gt;continued in your grace, continued with your blessing,that you bless many others with&lt;br /&gt;I pray that any obstacle that the devil plans to place in my path will be removed&lt;br /&gt;in your name&lt;br /&gt;every spirit,everything that done gets ugly comin against me right now god,&lt;br /&gt;every spirit of addiction&lt;br /&gt;every spirit of anger&lt;br /&gt;every spirit of jealousy&lt;br /&gt;every spirit of deception&lt;br /&gt;every spirit of envy&lt;br /&gt;every spirit of lust&lt;br /&gt;thats comin fast against me right now&lt;br /&gt;devil, i refuse you in the name of god&lt;br /&gt;devil, i refuse you in the name of god&lt;br /&gt;devil, i refuse you in the name of god&lt;br /&gt;I ain't exactly religious, but please hollaback..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Game feat DMX "Intro" fr album LAX 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Screwed most of my quiz/midterms.&lt;br /&gt;Oh i'm academically fucked now.&lt;br /&gt;Put up your lighters if you want, pull down your LA dodger cap so you can't see shit,&lt;br /&gt;you gotta be blind to do as bad as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this August, tryin just ain't nuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/4887660651188808623-5001603930027034085?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/5001603930027034085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=5001603930027034085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/5001603930027034085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/5001603930027034085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2008/08/1-one-all-wrong-my-personal-favourite.html' title='SHAME'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SLTIykd1gaI/AAAAAAAAAMg/I4ZRJZ2GMEw/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-5011460655192116406</id><published>2008-08-21T13:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:06:15.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suprise Guest</title><content type='html'>After a nice game of tennis, I came home for a niceeeeee bath. I even shaved. Clean, fresh and feelin like a million bucks, I sat down with high hopes for a productive study night.&lt;br /&gt;As I was reaching for my Chemical Processes book, I immediately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOOD UP&lt;br /&gt;EYES WIDE OPEN&lt;br /&gt;CURSED&lt;br /&gt;PANIC-ed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what I saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SK0EI96w5uI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5jmHnQ_lVwU/s1600-h/Image046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SK0EI96w5uI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5jmHnQ_lVwU/s400/Image046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236846493808256738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SK0EJFQaNCI/AAAAAAAAAMY/clo2RJNAHpc/s1600-h/Image047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SK0EJFQaNCI/AAAAAAAAAMY/clo2RJNAHpc/s400/Image047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236846495778092066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah..i got the shock of ma life man..&lt;br /&gt;I mean, that shit is HUGE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~this kinda shyt is bad for my self esteem~&lt;br /&gt;PEACE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4887660651188808623-5011460655192116406?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/5011460655192116406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=5011460655192116406' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/5011460655192116406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/5011460655192116406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2008/08/suprise-guest.html' title='Suprise Guest'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SK0EI96w5uI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5jmHnQ_lVwU/s72-c/Image046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-3136101150764215465</id><published>2008-08-17T22:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:58:00.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemical Engineering Family Day 2008</title><content type='html'>Wazzup ppl. It's holidays in conjunction with my uni's convo week.. mmhhmm..ain't no thang like holidays.&lt;br /&gt;So as seniors, it's a tradition to organize some sorta 'orientation' for the junior. However, this has nothing to do with the uni's orientation whatsoever. The program was fully organized by 2nd years, specially to make juniors feel more welcomed. Because we loved our orientation so much, we tried to recreate what we experienced last year. Soooooooo we brought the juniors to the same beach.&lt;br /&gt;Tanjung Aru baby!!&lt;br /&gt;The day started early, around 8.30 am if I'm not mistaken. They had ice-breaking sessions. I missed this part because I overslept. ;P&lt;br /&gt;Anddd then comes the games. I wasn't exactly sure what the 1st game's name was. But basically we were devided to groups, and every group must use whatever they have *whatever* to form the longest line. Dun undestand? Take a look homey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SKgyrC4t9hI/AAAAAAAAALI/fSVYuMLuehI/s1600-h/Image042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SKgyrC4t9hI/AAAAAAAAALI/fSVYuMLuehI/s400/Image042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235490281908729362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Anything can be used! Shoelace...shirt...earphones...Ipods..socks..nametags...sunblock..&lt;br /&gt;Someone actually lied down on the lineup to make it longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then comes another game. Its the usual blow tepung-get coin-run back game. Very messy! din get any pics for this coz i was refilling tepung muahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;Later, it was free time. Everyone was free to mingle around, go swim, or jus loiter lah.&lt;br /&gt;Me and a few more ppl were incharge of starting the fire for bbq. And as usual, the one who start the fire end up hanging around the fireplace..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The chicken for the bbq was hastily marinated, but it turned out quite well. They used curry powder, chillies, onion, garlic, and some soy sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SKgyrHZ5QXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/qavERPZ8gU8/s1600-h/Image043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SKgyrHZ5QXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/qavERPZ8gU8/s400/Image043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235490283121623410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Hmm..chicken!! I noe I noe..look pale abit. But it tasted okay. Props to the marinator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SKgyrYtiysI/AAAAAAAAALY/2KxZ-tx3hqE/s1600-h/Image044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SKgyrYtiysI/AAAAAAAAALY/2KxZ-tx3hqE/s400/Image044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235490287767440066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;BBQ gang! fr left Charis, Kah Yan, Dwi putra, and Ambrose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SKgyrXNFI4I/AAAAAAAAALg/fbgwcjGsGRU/s1600-h/Image045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SKgyrXNFI4I/AAAAAAAAALg/fbgwcjGsGRU/s400/Image045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235490287362843522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;These are the budaks budaks which came and wait patiently for us to burn the chicken.&lt;br /&gt;Dem stress bbqing with so many hungry eyes staring hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mmmhhmm..so we roasted, we ate, and had fun. After the bbq and lunch, it was free again.&lt;br /&gt;Alot of camwhoring sessions, alot of group photos. Some of us went to play in the sea. Strangely today I wasn't tempted to get in the water. Entah apa angin lah today.&lt;br /&gt;Here are few random pics taken .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SKhGK3F6ARI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Ba_5m4MNxNU/s1600-h/DSC00529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SKhGK3F6ARI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Ba_5m4MNxNU/s400/DSC00529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235511719219560722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Hmm this is my direct junior. Mr. Davis fr Sibu. Nice, respectful guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SKg_wl085rI/AAAAAAAAAL4/zDH2ts6gusg/s1600-h/DSC00975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SKg_wl085rI/AAAAAAAAAL4/zDH2ts6gusg/s400/DSC00975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235504670838679218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Me with Ms. Ka Yan and Ms. Wan Cheng. Very very funny ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SKg_wUjiOWI/AAAAAAAAALw/bg8DQUFIStU/s1600-h/DSC00972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SKg_wUjiOWI/AAAAAAAAALw/bg8DQUFIStU/s400/DSC00972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235504666202224994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Me with the chef of the day, Ms. Charis. Hahahaha both of us came late today&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SKg_wHt6E5I/AAAAAAAAALo/Yw67eCsr-uE/s1600-h/DSC00967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SKg_wHt6E5I/AAAAAAAAALo/Yw67eCsr-uE/s400/DSC00967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235504662756070290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The whole bunch. Some super seniors, organizing seniors, and juniors. I'm the one with the balloon!! can see? can see??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would say that we, the 2nd year failed to recreate the orientation that we experienced..Probably because we weren't strict enough in making sure everyone turned up.&lt;br /&gt;But overall, it was really really enjoyable. As I wasn't part of the planners, all I could do was help around a lil bit here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my orientation as if it was ytd.&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe it has been one year since I studied in Sabah. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siap sudah ber-junior lagi tu&lt;/span&gt;..*pronounce with Sabahan slang*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~happy holidays~&lt;br /&gt;PEACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4887660651188808623-3136101150764215465?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/3136101150764215465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=3136101150764215465' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/3136101150764215465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/3136101150764215465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2008/08/chemical-engineering-family-day-2008.html' title='Chemical Engineering Family Day 2008'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SKgyrC4t9hI/AAAAAAAAALI/fSVYuMLuehI/s72-c/Image042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-7472822016344702094</id><published>2008-08-13T09:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:24:39.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..........speechless............</title><content type='html'>ever had a morning soooo messed up you can't say shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up...&lt;br /&gt;found out im out of coffee(lose motivation)&lt;br /&gt;found out im out of milk&lt;br /&gt;it was friggin cold&lt;br /&gt;found out im out of food&lt;br /&gt;im late coz roomies woke up late.. *i must to be the last one to bathe coz traffic jam doesn't affect me*&lt;br /&gt;to top alllllll of that, once i dressed up nicely for classss...&lt;br /&gt;found out that my rear wheel is flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.legaljuice.com/cursing%20expletives%20deleted%20cussing%20bad%20words.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.legaljuice.com/cursing%20expletives%20deleted%20cussing%20bad%20words.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just came back from repair shop now&lt;br /&gt;tired, depressed, sweaty, and aaaalllllllllll ****ed up.&lt;br /&gt;and the best thing is i missed one class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/upl0/10/109609/14_2008/curse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/upl0/10/109609/14_2008/curse.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you know what?I ain't cussin no more.&lt;br /&gt;Im not even gonna sweat this.&lt;br /&gt;Its allll cool. I can handle this.&lt;br /&gt;Shit happens right?&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;SSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT&lt;br /&gt;DDDDDDDDDDDDDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN&lt;br /&gt;IT'S AALLLWWAYSS ME&lt;br /&gt;WTF !?!?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;haih..what a way to start a day.&lt;br /&gt;god,you're so smooth at testing me.&lt;br /&gt;but its cool.&lt;br /&gt;feel much better now.&lt;br /&gt;whhhoooooooooooooooosaaahhhhhhhh*massages pressure points*&lt;br /&gt;im cool.im cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4887660651188808623-7472822016344702094?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/7472822016344702094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=7472822016344702094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/7472822016344702094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/7472822016344702094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2008/08/speechless.html' title='..........speechless............'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-6500156488547585131</id><published>2008-08-08T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T21:45:15.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SJxNDj6_XEI/AAAAAAAAALA/zNHKIBY04vQ/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SJxNDj6_XEI/AAAAAAAAALA/zNHKIBY04vQ/s400/Image027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232141590675283010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;STRESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;here, engineering students not only get to feel stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we learn about it.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4887660651188808623-6500156488547585131?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/6500156488547585131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=6500156488547585131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/6500156488547585131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/6500156488547585131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2008/08/stress.html' title='Stress!'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SJxNDj6_XEI/AAAAAAAAALA/zNHKIBY04vQ/s72-c/Image027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-5075143612506230303</id><published>2008-08-03T13:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T14:40:21.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yaw-Kui month</title><content type='html'>wazzup ppl.&lt;br /&gt;this is not a very cun or funny post. its more like a reminder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ITS THE 7TH LUNAR MONTH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard stories. I've seen printed images.. I'm not very superstitious, or religious for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to the 7th lunar month, I shit you not, I gets freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;If you walk around Bkt Beruang, you'll prolly notice candles lit up in the form of straight rows?&lt;br /&gt;*it's the same logic as airport. to guide ITs flight*&lt;br /&gt;And some food layed nicely?&lt;br /&gt;It has been approved by multiple cultures/religions around the world.&lt;br /&gt;The Buddhist, the Taoist, the angmohs..the Yap-pun lang, the Vietnamese..&lt;br /&gt;When its the 7th lunar month, its the ghosts' time to shine.hungry ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said that for the whole 7th lunar month, all 3 realms open their gates wide. The Heaven, the Hell, and the Living. All are free to wonder around.&lt;br /&gt;My logic is simple.&lt;br /&gt;If you're in Heaven, you prolly wont leave.right?&lt;br /&gt;If you're in Hell, you'll want out. It's prison break made easy. And you sure as hell don't wanna go into Heaven coz they'll kick ur ass.&lt;br /&gt;And as living beings, we can't go nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;So? where would the ghosts go? ask me if there's food in Hell. *fuih macam constantine*&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, they'll come to the Living realm. And they will feed.&lt;br /&gt;on what exactly?&lt;br /&gt;one theory claims that they feed on food, like what you and me eat all day.&lt;br /&gt;another claims that they will scare the shit outta you, and feed on your fear energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My granma says, as long as you don't disturb them, you'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;Aiya that one who also know rite??&lt;br /&gt;What if I don't disturb them and they don't disturb me, but I SEE  them?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Omg..omg.. touch wood touch wood..pls lah..I dowan see anything floating with a long tounge.&lt;br /&gt;This whole thing got me so freaked out, I can't even stand outside my house to talk to my gf on the phone at night.&lt;br /&gt;I actually tried yesterday. The moment the wind starts blowing , I was like "Okay, f**k this!" *walks in the house*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo.. my advise to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) dun go out too late..&lt;br /&gt;2) have company if you do so&lt;br /&gt;3) don't use the elevators at night.not alone. pls i beg you i heard the nastiest stories.&lt;br /&gt;4) don't spit spit at night.&lt;br /&gt;5) don't take out an empty bowl and walk around at night.&lt;br /&gt;6) if you have to, don't make noises with the bowls. eg. knock it..or use spoon and hit it multiple times..if you do dat you're asking for it lah.&lt;br /&gt;7) don't try to tempt the ghost..like take out a slice of pizza and start eating it outside of your house. and go like "omg....this is sooo good..omg..i love the Italians.mmmmm mmm mmmmmmhh. you GO Ities!!!!" you'll prolly die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be mindful lahh..&lt;br /&gt;I think the Yaw-kuis already had a hard time in hell..this is also a form of torture for them.&lt;br /&gt;Granma said, they'll be very hungry, and they'll crave for food..but no food can satisfy them.&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts for them to eat too. Its like an eternal damnation.&lt;br /&gt;Okays. So let me put some images for you. Don't proceed if you're the lemah jantung type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SJVP_2t_FVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/hmzcFv5Wopw/s1600-h/gaki1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SJVP_2t_FVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/hmzcFv5Wopw/s400/gaki1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230174500699444562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'Gaki' the Yap-pun hungry ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SJVQAfWqk2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/EsdxkS_VuS8/s1600-h/288514786_4439bf7a31_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SJVQAfWqk2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/EsdxkS_VuS8/s400/288514786_4439bf7a31_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230174511607485282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;another illustration of Gaki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SJVQAtSqs0I/AAAAAAAAAK4/AXfh2mcAbhU/s1600-h/42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SJVQAtSqs0I/AAAAAAAAAK4/AXfh2mcAbhU/s400/42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230174515348812610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is the ang-moh version of hungry ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SJVQAZqyiMI/AAAAAAAAAKw/rVXHtChAXwM/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SJVQAZqyiMI/AAAAAAAAAKw/rVXHtChAXwM/s400/Image017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230174510081280194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this is Reggie Lee's illustration of hungry ghost.found in The Star today.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.Sry blur abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me a pussy. I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;~holy shit~&lt;br /&gt;PEACE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4887660651188808623-5075143612506230303?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/5075143612506230303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=5075143612506230303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/5075143612506230303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/5075143612506230303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2008/08/wazzup-ppl.html' title='Yaw-Kui month'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SJVP_2t_FVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/hmzcFv5Wopw/s72-c/gaki1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-8395224264519429256</id><published>2008-07-29T16:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:58:40.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lecturer I hate Most</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SI8gxwMwCUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qti2WPAwQ4Y/s1600-h/questionmark+face.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SI8gxwMwCUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qti2WPAwQ4Y/s400/questionmark+face.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228433731524495682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*actual picture removed due to respect*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You see that man in the picture? Thats my lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;For Fluid Mechanics.&lt;br /&gt;I hate him. Why can there be such a sadistic fool in this world?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I hate him so much?&lt;br /&gt;He gave us a quiz today.&lt;br /&gt;He even told us the format of the quiz, and what will we be tested on.&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be an essay-ish quiz, nicely stated that he wanted diagrams, brief explaination, and mathematical formulas for each theory/machine. *conviniently not stating any calculation problems*&lt;br /&gt;I worked my ass off the past week for an essay quiz.&lt;br /&gt;I can reproduce what I read, all the theories, up to a very satisfying degree.&lt;br /&gt;And then this fool came today, and gave nothing but calculation problems.&lt;br /&gt;We did not prep our brains for calculation!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;unit conversions..constants..old formulas..etc. etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck what if I didnt brought my calculator???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the worst part? He's very competent in lecturing. He delivers lectures so professionally as if he rehearsed b4 each class. Its like lecturing was made for him, not the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;Its this kind of hate that I hate..where you can never hate fully.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to kill your students so badly, you might as well quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. X, pls don't nvr do this again.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU MAN. DON'T DO ME LIKE THIS.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vulgarities removed due to respect issues.&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;siiiiggghhhhhh.....&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;oh well..in the end, I'm the one to blame..what kind of chemical engineering core subject doesn't come with calculation?&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; seniors already warned me that this one I'm dealing with, this one right here, is a real sadistic/pro lecturer. His actions reminds me of the cunning, smart, and very professional Joker from Dark Knight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SI7XWf702rI/AAAAAAAAAKA/BXxCblm86S0/s1600-h/Heath-Ledger-joker03_bg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SI7XWf702rI/AAAAAAAAAKA/BXxCblm86S0/s400/Heath-Ledger-joker03_bg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228352998953245362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*kudos to the late Heath Ledger*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well..there goes 12 of my carry marks. This screwed up quiz only means trouble.&lt;br /&gt;It means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what I prepared for the quiz =  tons of work = nothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must produce alot more of "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;s" before I sit for finals to cover for this.&lt;br /&gt;For once, I come across a subject which I'm really into. And then comes joker.&lt;br /&gt;F..okay enough cursing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Mr. X, NOT ALL JOKES ARE FUNNY~&lt;br /&gt;PEACE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4887660651188808623-8395224264519429256?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/8395224264519429256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=8395224264519429256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/8395224264519429256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/8395224264519429256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2008/07/lecturer-i-hate-most.html' title='The Lecturer I hate Most'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SI8gxwMwCUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qti2WPAwQ4Y/s72-c/questionmark+face.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-216607457919078381</id><published>2008-07-27T14:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T14:37:17.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teh 'C' Special</title><content type='html'>ooo shytt..&lt;br /&gt;this July, kopi peng got himself  a worthy rival!&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, when I go out to eat in Sabah, it's like a damn dilemma when the waitress ask "Nak minum apa?"*pronounce in bahasa baku*&lt;br /&gt;Usually, I would answer spontaneously, without any hesitation - "kopi peng"&lt;br /&gt;That was until I discovered this drink last Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;It's called Teh 'C' Special. Do you know what's a Teh 'C'?&lt;br /&gt;Well basically its teh 'O' + carnation milk + some sugar.&lt;br /&gt;Around Malaysia, people love Teh 'C' because it's less sweet and the carnation milk won't leave that thick,too sweet-ish feel that normal condensed milk does.&lt;br /&gt;But this is a new-breed of the Teh-series.&lt;br /&gt;According to my coursemate, it was popularized in Sarawak, and now it should already be available in every mamak stall nationwide. You should try to ask for one.&lt;br /&gt;This is how it looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SIwSamcILrI/AAAAAAAAAJw/PQXy9mqoTWA/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SIwSamcILrI/AAAAAAAAAJw/PQXy9mqoTWA/s400/Image024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227573515674726066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's 2/8 gula Melaka, 3/8 carnation milk, 3/8 teh "O" and 8/8 awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Try it! it's worth your buck.&lt;br /&gt;But however nice and awesome this drink is, it will NEVER defeat the fresh, reinvigorating, arousing, orgasmic, aromatic, etc. etc. feel that the coffee-series have to offer.*trying to convince myself that coffee is better*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~live to eat~&lt;br /&gt;PEACE&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/4887660651188808623-216607457919078381?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/216607457919078381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=216607457919078381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/216607457919078381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/216607457919078381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2008/07/teh-c-special.html' title='Teh &apos;C&apos; Special'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SIwSamcILrI/AAAAAAAAAJw/PQXy9mqoTWA/s72-c/Image024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-2365802406869741727</id><published>2008-07-20T12:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T13:05:10.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Crib In Sabah</title><content type='html'>Nows lunch time! so I have some time to post up something about my new place..&lt;br /&gt;Me and 2 other Malaccans rented the master-room of a house in Taman Kingfisher, Kota Kinabalu. Its a typical terrace double storey..like what you get in other housing estates.&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo 1st my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SILA8-nL-yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9sB-fqHueZc/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SILA8-nL-yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9sB-fqHueZc/s400/Image013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224950671535242018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SILA86wLegI/AAAAAAAAAIw/PrhF82Ds7Qk/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SILA86wLegI/AAAAAAAAAIw/PrhF82Ds7Qk/s400/Image014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224950670499215874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;roomie Mr. Wong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SILA9JeQSqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/MSb1yF-eOD0/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SILA9JeQSqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/MSb1yF-eOD0/s400/Image015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224950674450565794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;roomie 2 Mr. Tung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kay..it's abit cramped in my room lah. 3 ppl sharing a master room proved to be quite tight, but it is waaaaaayy better than living in uni hostel, where you got 6 ppl sharing a room. So its definitely an improvement muahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;We got constant water flow, constant electric flow, streamyx, fridge, washing machine...anything you got in ur house right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SILA9bNpaMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/W0GG7a858yM/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SILA9bNpaMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/W0GG7a858yM/s400/Image017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224950679212746946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;refrigerator!!!!!! a damn luxury for semenanjung students in Sabah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SILEpQCQ_GI/AAAAAAAAAJg/IqydygKVdYE/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SILEpQCQ_GI/AAAAAAAAAJg/IqydygKVdYE/s400/Image021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224954730661346402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muahahahahahhahahahahahahaha got streamyx..coz last time live in hostel dun even hav decent internet connection..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SILEpivTkII/AAAAAAAAAJo/iNQxDdNjs4s/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SILEpivTkII/AAAAAAAAAJo/iNQxDdNjs4s/s400/Image022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224954735682097282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and i got a biiiiiiiig toilet attached to my room...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SILA9Ebl44I/AAAAAAAAAJA/tS6RqEiE61U/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SILA9Ebl44I/AAAAAAAAAJA/tS6RqEiE61U/s400/Image016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224950673097220994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as for the front porch, we've got a whole ecosystem right there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So far there are 8 ppl including me in this house. They are very friendly and helpful. Feels very comfortable living with them. Here are 2 of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SILBIjfJcXI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/no2wEmFUbsE/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SILBIjfJcXI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/no2wEmFUbsE/s400/Image018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224950870412194162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sister Yee Wen, 4th year bio preservation student. cooking oat meal. friendly girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SILBImmzXII/AAAAAAAAAJY/UPMCbGtsLjs/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SILBImmzXII/AAAAAAAAAJY/UPMCbGtsLjs/s400/Image019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224950871249607810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brother Goh, 2nd year agricultural student. funny guy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeapsss..all in all, I like this new place very much.&lt;br /&gt;I'm more comfortable now compared to previous semesters..but I really wonder how will it effect my result?&lt;br /&gt;ah well. we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~the goodlife-kanye west~&lt;br /&gt;PEACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4887660651188808623-2365802406869741727?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/2365802406869741727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=2365802406869741727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/2365802406869741727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/2365802406869741727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-new-crib-in-sabah.html' title='My New Crib In Sabah'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SILA8-nL-yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9sB-fqHueZc/s72-c/Image013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-6395356403200721734</id><published>2008-07-17T17:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T17:54:33.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disconnected</title><content type='html'>heys ppl..I'm back to the land below the damn wind.&lt;br /&gt;havent been able to update the blog for a while now coz my streamyx havent arrived!&lt;br /&gt;soon soon..&lt;br /&gt;wah..this is the 1st week, and I'm already flooded with assignments..(technically it's 2nd week)&lt;br /&gt;dis is crazy man!&lt;br /&gt;ah well..as long as we call ourselves students, we will never escape the ongoing onslaught of assignments..&lt;br /&gt;it has been 5 days since I'm back here, but I shit you not, it feels like 5 years..&lt;br /&gt;Guess I had too much fun for myself in Malacca..its gonna take a while for me to get use to the hectic student life again..&lt;br /&gt;Well, gtg do some research now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amy: I miss you like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~assignments sucks big time~&lt;br /&gt;PEACE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4887660651188808623-6395356403200721734?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/6395356403200721734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=6395356403200721734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/6395356403200721734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/6395356403200721734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2008/07/disconnected.html' title='Disconnected'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-831933456998752722</id><published>2008-07-10T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T08:07:04.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if</title><content type='html'>What if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have  to leave the one person you truely love for months ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that person you're leaving, you love more than your self ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and theres NO sane way of avoiding it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can delay the inevitable. Already did, at a painful cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so truely F**Ked now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres no telling what might happen this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't a CLUE about what we're going to go through this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hands of time are nothing but a couple of b*t*hes. Can't you just stop right now ?shyt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;IM NOT READY FOR SABAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~alkdsgjhasdghaslgkht~&lt;br /&gt;PEACE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4887660651188808623-831933456998752722?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/831933456998752722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=831933456998752722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/831933456998752722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/831933456998752722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-if.html' title='What if'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-8451924115778370866</id><published>2008-07-07T16:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T17:12:09.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Granma's House</title><content type='html'>Went to my granny's house just now to have lunch, say my goodbyes to them (flying to Sabah on Sat) and visit my sick gramps.&lt;br /&gt;Very glad to know that he's alot better now..and he still remembers me even though he's abit senile already.&lt;br /&gt;And theeeeeeeeeennnn I saw my cuzzin sittin nicely sitting waiting for his father.&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooooo my hands itchy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SHHauzGrpRI/AAAAAAAAAIA/tN5ZED-4iTs/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SHHauzGrpRI/AAAAAAAAAIA/tN5ZED-4iTs/s400/Image010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220193940626187538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*poke*...I did this alot..I think he got sick of it, look at his face..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;His name is Victor, btw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SHHavNbBeaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/RLbcqw1-kWc/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SHHavNbBeaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/RLbcqw1-kWc/s400/Image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220193947690826146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;So he started dishing out punishment...started with a mighty right hook..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SHHau8X4fAI/AAAAAAAAAII/yHY1Eu5EO_Q/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SHHau8X4fAI/AAAAAAAAAII/yHY1Eu5EO_Q/s400/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220193943114251266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;And then came the quick left jab..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SHHavMc_hhI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/VPrRsvuy8aI/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SHHavMc_hhI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/VPrRsvuy8aI/s400/Image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220193947430651410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;And ended it with the good ol' upper cut...ryuuuuuuuuken!!&lt;br /&gt;..tapi tak sampai..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SHHavZ8fZfI/AAAAAAAAAIg/I5_tK9ZiwpM/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SHHavZ8fZfI/AAAAAAAAAIg/I5_tK9ZiwpM/s400/Image007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220193951052424690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;This is his bro, Vincent. Documentated the whole process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh welll...them kids are street smart nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I taught them well.&lt;br /&gt;IM PROUD OF YOU VICTOR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~round here, kids grow up fast~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE&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/4887660651188808623-8451924115778370866?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/8451924115778370866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=8451924115778370866' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/8451924115778370866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/8451924115778370866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2008/07/granmas-house.html' title='Granma&apos;s House'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SHHauzGrpRI/AAAAAAAAAIA/tN5ZED-4iTs/s72-c/Image010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-7352817279082932000</id><published>2008-07-02T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T22:21:34.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Road Sign Made</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SGuN7TseySI/AAAAAAAAAHg/kgGstT8tAAU/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SGuN7TseySI/AAAAAAAAAHg/kgGstT8tAAU/s400/Image032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218420643277490466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I be walking around KK town last year when I seriously needed to piss.&lt;br /&gt;From afar, I caught a glimpse of this sign, and started to thank God.&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived...........I found out I still needed to walk 94 m..&lt;br /&gt;..what if I can't hold it any longer?daymm..&lt;br /&gt;I bought a bike a week after.&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/4887660651188808623-7352817279082932000?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/7352817279082932000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=7352817279082932000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/7352817279082932000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/7352817279082932000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2008/07/worst-road-sign-made.html' title='Worst Road Sign Made'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SGuN7TseySI/AAAAAAAAAHg/kgGstT8tAAU/s72-c/Image032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-92638051024134349</id><published>2008-06-29T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T00:05:00.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumpstart Ur Car</title><content type='html'>Have you ever forgotten to switch off your car's headlight?&lt;br /&gt;and wake up the next morning just to find that you can't start your car?&lt;br /&gt;This always happens, and when it does, you will either end up cursing or panic cos you're late for work or class.&lt;br /&gt;So what to do?&lt;br /&gt;1st = dun panic..chill. There are more than 1 way to start your car.&lt;br /&gt;2nd = you have 2 choices.&lt;br /&gt;-get 2 strong flers to push your car while you attempt to start it when your car gains momentum. ( only if your battery is not completely dead. as in there are sounds when you attempt to start )&lt;br /&gt;-look around for surrounding cars, and ask them to help jumpstart your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to jumpstart your car?&lt;br /&gt;My bro drove the kancil to a movie just now, and forgot to switch off the headlights..and the battery ran dry. So I was called to help him jumpstart the kancil..( I was dating Amy.damn sial you noe i tell you. )&lt;br /&gt;Kay so for those who don't know how, let me teach you, just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SGetpbW4czI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Yx3dh8ClZUw/s1600-h/08jumpstart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SGetpbW4czI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Yx3dh8ClZUw/s400/08jumpstart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217329620561982258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-take out your jumper cable&lt;br /&gt;-red cable is for positive, black for negative.&lt;br /&gt;-MAKE SURE BOTH CARS ARE NOT TOUCHING EACH OTHER. ( important as f**k )&lt;br /&gt;-fix red and black cable accordingly to BOOSTER battery.&lt;br /&gt;-only fix red (+) cable on DEAD battery.&lt;br /&gt;-fix other end of black cable to either engine/car frame/metal intact with car.&lt;br /&gt;-setup done. both riders get into respective cars.&lt;br /&gt;-start booster car and play with accelerator for like 10- 15 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;-dead car should  be able to start now.&lt;br /&gt;-if it still fails to start, that means your altenator (charger) is fried.&lt;br /&gt;-smart move is to call mechanic, not so smart move is to:&lt;br /&gt;  &gt;disable black wire from engine/car frame/metal intact with car&lt;br /&gt;  &gt;ask dead car driver to start the car while booster car driver slightly touch black cable with -ve end of dead battery (sparks will be produced,ignition of hydrogen fumes from dead battery will cause explosion and you will prolly die.tragically.) Only attempt this if you know what you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays. Thats how you jumpstart your car.&lt;br /&gt;Actually all that is not so important, wherever you are, there are ppl, and ppl help ppl.&lt;br /&gt;What's important is you must remember to keep your cool when shits like this happens.&lt;br /&gt;You might be so pissed you end up scolding the poor guy trying to help you. He has his own stuffs to take care of too you know.&lt;br /&gt;Actually you can prevent all this if you turn off the damn head lights.&lt;br /&gt;Take care ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I don't really have a line for this situation~&lt;br /&gt;PEACE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4887660651188808623-92638051024134349?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/92638051024134349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=92638051024134349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/92638051024134349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/92638051024134349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2008/06/jumpstart-ur-car.html' title='Jumpstart Ur Car'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SGetpbW4czI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Yx3dh8ClZUw/s72-c/08jumpstart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-690549354311343836</id><published>2008-06-28T13:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T14:48:11.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Depressing Post</title><content type='html'>Boredom strikes, and depressing thoughts keep coming to me like a free flow beer.&lt;br /&gt;Did not go anywhere for vacation this semester break, and I'm not really looking forward to go back to Sabah..&lt;br /&gt;dammmmnnnnnn and here I thought going to Sabah was a right decision..&lt;br /&gt;I chose to study in Sabah because at that moment ( after F6 ) I wanted  to get away from things..&lt;br /&gt;Like just leave it all behind and start over, forget all the tough shit that happened in F6.&lt;br /&gt;It was going well, I liked my new hood very much.&lt;br /&gt;1st semester came and went sooo fast, I can't even remember what I learned! ( prolly coz i learned it all in F6 ).&lt;br /&gt;And then cupid came with a machine gun.&lt;br /&gt;No actually I think its a &lt;a href="http://www.epicycle.org.uk/images/minigun2.jpg"&gt;minigun&lt;/a&gt;. Little homeboi shot me so fast, before I knew it, I was in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SGXTO5tKRmI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zRPLGTyNj0I/s1600-h/_cupid_has_a_machine_gun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SGXTO5tKRmI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zRPLGTyNj0I/s400/_cupid_has_a_machine_gun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216807996340455010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my dream girl, and we got together. This is the happiest event of my life, hands down.&lt;br /&gt;The only catch is, she's studying in KL, and me in KK. Altho  L comes after K, KK and KL is like &lt;a href="http://www.mapcrow.info/Distance_between_Kuala_Lumpur_MY_and_Kota_Kinabalu_MY.html"&gt;1007.62 miles apart&lt;/a&gt;. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;I won't lie to you, long distance relationship is no joke. It's quite tricky sometimes, and it needs alot of trust. Sometimes I find myself trippin because I miss her too much in Sabah haha..and I'm sure she feels the same too at times.&lt;br /&gt;But there are no regrets. Alot of love are being tossed 'round like pancakes &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Shad,2007)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She brings out the best in me.&lt;br /&gt;I love her very much, and I know she loves me too muahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well oh well, were are grown up ppl now, can't say no to shits just coz it's tough.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta handle all of your problems like a real soulja numsayin?&lt;br /&gt;Plus I'm not gonna be alone in Sabah.&lt;br /&gt;I got contacts there too! These two :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SGXYtnl3qUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/EJa2SFLASSM/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SGXYtnl3qUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/EJa2SFLASSM/s400/Image034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216814021612120386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Encik Wong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SGXYtRAB45I/AAAAAAAAAHI/p3hER8VHQxI/s1600-h/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SGXYtRAB45I/AAAAAAAAAHI/p3hER8VHQxI/s400/Image041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216814015547827090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Encik Tung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;will be staying with me in the same room next semester. They're the ones who will watch my back, and I will have to watch over theirs too. For some unknown reason, I feel damn safe around Encik Wong. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..I think, theres no use being emo over something you can't do anything about.&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo what say YOU help me populate my list of what I need to bring to Sabah?( and I got a new room there )&lt;br /&gt;This is what I came up with so far :&lt;br /&gt;1. black Ts. coz Amy said my Ts are all white.&lt;br /&gt;2. more shorts.&lt;br /&gt;3. new bag&lt;br /&gt;4. more socks and briefs hehe&lt;br /&gt;5. more cash&lt;br /&gt;6. .....&lt;br /&gt;7. erm.... lil help pls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~toughen up lil' soulja~&lt;br /&gt;PEACE&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/4887660651188808623-690549354311343836?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/690549354311343836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=690549354311343836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/690549354311343836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/690549354311343836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2008/06/depressing-post.html' title='A Depressing Post'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SGXTO5tKRmI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zRPLGTyNj0I/s72-c/_cupid_has_a_machine_gun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-6615952770720483559</id><published>2008-06-27T16:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T17:21:53.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spaghetti anyone?</title><content type='html'>Few days back, me and my sayang decided to cook lunch together at my house.&lt;br /&gt;We made &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;spicy spaghetti&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I woke up friggin hungry this morning around 11.&lt;br /&gt;I was too late for breakfast..but too early for lunch..&lt;br /&gt;The char-siew pau my bro bought already got &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;soggy&lt;/span&gt;..I was like "Damn.."&lt;br /&gt;There's some mushroom and spaghetti left in the fridge sooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SGSpRffrF5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/CyG5eL6brK8/s1600-h/Great+Idea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SGSpRffrF5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/CyG5eL6brK8/s400/Great+Idea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216480386379093906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ONNN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I went to the nearest 24 hour store and bought what I needed to recreate what me and my girlfriend did few days back. ( what we made was the awesomest spaghetti in the world )&lt;br /&gt;All you pros auntie auntie don't flame me if I did anything wrong kays? hehehe newbie in cooking here.&lt;br /&gt;Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SGSpSKZbrrI/AAAAAAAAAGA/JpkD747bGnQ/s1600-h/081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SGSpSKZbrrI/AAAAAAAAAGA/JpkD747bGnQ/s400/081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216480397895642802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In goes the minced beef and ham.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SGSpSX1T0UI/AAAAAAAAAGI/u87Et_8VrBY/s1600-h/082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SGSpSX1T0UI/AAAAAAAAAGI/u87Et_8VrBY/s400/082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216480401502228802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Out goes the meats, in goes the onion, garlic, and mushroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SGSpTXEm7XI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IspjYkVnPmE/s1600-h/083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SGSpTXEm7XI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IspjYkVnPmE/s400/083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216480418477829490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In goes the meat again, stir stir stir stir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SGSpTlzZZoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/62wkkE_APJo/s1600-h/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SGSpTlzZZoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/62wkkE_APJo/s400/084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216480422432171650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In goes the sauce ( I used Preggo Spicy Tomato)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Erm this pic blur coz one piece of garlic popped and fly kena my camera holding hand..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..paiseh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SGSre-gW20I/AAAAAAAAAGg/-Yo2Z1AedAc/s1600-h/085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SGSre-gW20I/AAAAAAAAAGg/-Yo2Z1AedAc/s400/085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216482817065016130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In goes some water..Let it buuurrrrnnnnnn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SGSrfMnql6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/FyS0JiaUUhc/s1600-h/086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SGSrfMnql6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/FyS0JiaUUhc/s400/086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216482820853766050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some chopped lettuce on the plate..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SGSrfVAZ2WI/AAAAAAAAAGw/CtzDUTgUVtw/s1600-h/087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SGSrfVAZ2WI/AAAAAAAAAGw/CtzDUTgUVtw/s400/087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216482823105010018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Put hot spag on the lettuce..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SGSrf6VcaMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/WwhsifLWk_k/s1600-h/088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SGSrf6VcaMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/WwhsifLWk_k/s400/088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216482833125370050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And pour the sauce on the spaggggg..Tadaaaaaaa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Heh heh heh...what happens after this is really geli so no pics okay?&lt;br /&gt;Did some intensive research on the web. Here are some useful tips when cooking spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Soak ur spag for like 1 hour till it turns from yellow to white-ish. This saves your boiling time coz your spag is already soft.&lt;br /&gt;2. Before taking out your spag from boiling water, drip some oil (olive/palm) on the water surface. This prevents ur spags from sticking to one another when taken out of water.&lt;br /&gt;3. You can put basil and cheese as garnish. Butttttt we Malaysians bah..hentam onli lah. Cheese makes me jelak..dunno bout you.&lt;br /&gt;4. When cutting onions rite, curi your mum's reading glasses and wear for awhile. You wont end up crying like my girlfriend this way..muahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for my lunch/breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna say that what I made today is nothing compared to what me and my girlfriend made few days back.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to reproduce what I ate last Wednesday in 96% accuracy, the remaining 4 which made my spaghetti imperfect was the lack of my girlfriend's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;~live to eat~&lt;br /&gt;PEACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4887660651188808623-6615952770720483559?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/6615952770720483559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=6615952770720483559' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/6615952770720483559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/6615952770720483559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2008/06/spaghetti-anyone.html' title='Spaghetti anyone?'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SGSpRffrF5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/CyG5eL6brK8/s72-c/Great+Idea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-1666474748303959326</id><published>2008-06-22T14:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T01:40:52.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F**k Domestic Violence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Domestic violence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (also known as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;domestic abuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spousal abuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;) occurs when a family member, partner or ex-partner attempts to physically or psychologically dominate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Domination" title="Domination"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; another. Domestic violence often refers to violence between spouses, or spousal abuse but can also include cohabitants and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;non-married intimate partners&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Domestic violence occurs in all cultures; people of all races, ethnicities, religions, sexes and classes can be perpetrators of domestic violence. Domestic violence is perpetrated by both men and women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;F**k domestic violence.&lt;br /&gt;I think if a guy can lay his hands on another girl, a girl which he claims to love, that muthaf**k*r is a real pussy.&lt;br /&gt;For you to try and dominate someone weaker than you, yousa real pussy.&lt;br /&gt;Why not try and find someone your size?&lt;br /&gt;No matter how ugly an argument turns out, as a man, muthaf**ker, you don't hit a women.&lt;br /&gt;I just witnessed one such case, and I took it sitting down.&lt;br /&gt;Dats right. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;SITTING DOWN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I hereby swear if I ever see such a thing again, I'm going to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;All you abusers out there, I don't care if I don't know you or the person you're abusing, if I see you, muthaf**ker, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I WILL DRAG YOUR ASS DOWN TO 58TH STREET AND BEAT YOUR ASS UP WITH A STEEL PIPE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all you ppl out there, if you do witness something like that, call this number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Geneva,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Welfare Office at 1800 3040.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For immediate counseling, call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Geneva,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;03-7955-4426&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna beat him up, call me &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;012 8233258&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wa lau eh...buey tahan ah..I soooooooooooooooooo wanna wack sumbody now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~say no to domestic violence~&lt;br /&gt;PEACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: sry for the vulgarities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Geneva,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4887660651188808623-1666474748303959326?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/1666474748303959326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=1666474748303959326' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/1666474748303959326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/1666474748303959326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2008/06/fuck-domestic-violence.html' title='F**k Domestic Violence'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-106476478651404410</id><published>2008-06-16T21:39:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T19:34:51.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EmCeeRay Keropok Review!</title><content type='html'>Hies all.. juz wanted to say that I'm an avid junk food fan.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite junk food genre is the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keropoks&lt;/span&gt;"/or chips or watever u call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keropok&lt;/span&gt; helps when I'm depressed.&lt;br /&gt;It's my stress food, my "ice cream for break ups".&lt;br /&gt;When I'm studying late, sometimes junk foods helps me stay awake haha..&lt;br /&gt;Woooooookeehhss since I have nothing else to do let me review my top 5 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keropok &lt;/span&gt;list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RAY TOP 5 FAVOURITE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;KEROPOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SNACKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NUMBER 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SFeguVBoNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bCYFWXkB2Ps/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 344px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SFeguVBoNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bCYFWXkB2Ps/s400/Image025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212811811483039346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ROLLER COASTER: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;NINJA HOT PLATE RM 1.20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays. This is number 5 because i like the design of the packaging.&lt;br /&gt;Taste wise, so-so only. Nothing special, but definitely above average.&lt;br /&gt;Minimal colouring, quite safe to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    NUMBER 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SFdGlcEJT2I/AAAAAAAAAEw/j2qiBl-9wNw/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SFdGlcEJT2I/AAAAAAAAAEw/j2qiBl-9wNw/s400/Image024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212712702707322722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;BIKA : TAPIOCA CHIPS RM 1.20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the best chips ever made.&lt;br /&gt;Overall taste is balanced almost perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;Not too salty, no colouring whatsoever, and it's tapioca!&lt;br /&gt;It's like the staple junk food for me lahs haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NUMBER 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SFdGl1ciw6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/QD7bhy_HEvU/s1600-h/super-ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SFdGl1ciw6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/QD7bhy_HEvU/s400/super-ring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212712709520540578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SUPER RING!!! RM 1.50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm pretty sure you've heard about this one.(prolly coz of the dumfuk ad on TV)&lt;br /&gt;This keropok label have proven itself worthy to be on supermarket shelfs over the years.&lt;br /&gt;It has been there since I was a kid, as far as I know.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it only number 3?&lt;br /&gt;Ppl ppl, this awesome tasting junkfood comes with a terrible price..&lt;br /&gt;It is power-packed with seasoning and cancerous colouring.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad lah, can't eat too often. Not safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NUMBER 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SFdG0J5IikI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JfgT4zNfglk/s1600-h/twisties-chipster-hotnspicy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SFdG0J5IikI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JfgT4zNfglk/s400/twisties-chipster-hotnspicy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212712955527334466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;TWISTIES CHIPSTER : HOT &amp;amp; SPICY RM 2.60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i have to say for this thing is OMG!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;In my humble opinion, I think when Twisties came up with this flavour, they were being&lt;br /&gt;over honest lah. They don't lie to you.&lt;br /&gt;You see the "hot &amp;amp; spicy" printed nicely over there?&lt;br /&gt;Yea. That is exactly what it is. ( I end up gasping for air everytime after eating this )&lt;br /&gt;Amazing. A true masterpiece brought to you by Twisties.&lt;br /&gt;It could have made it to number 1, but the price is not very the nice lah..&lt;br /&gt;Dem EXP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andddddd&lt;br /&gt;number one goes toooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NUMBER 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SFeguABCt3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/cD4G-vOdac0/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SFeguABCt3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/cD4G-vOdac0/s400/Image020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212811805843437426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SFdGmT3T5MI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/u8l9wSiLLIk/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SFdGmT3T5MI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/u8l9wSiLLIk/s400/Image027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212712717685875906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;JIGS fr JACK &amp;amp; JILL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;JIGS HOT PERI-PERI CORN STIX:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;TANDOORI CHICKEN RM 1.70&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; wah sial..name so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you a story..one day, a hot, sexy Indian Goddess was cooking Tandoori chicken in heaven...&lt;br /&gt;Altho she was hot, but she was abit the clumsy lah.&lt;br /&gt;She &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ACCIDENTALLY&lt;/span&gt; spilled the tandoori chicken punya kuah into a packet of&lt;br /&gt;corn sticks that was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ACCIDENTALLY&lt;/span&gt; baked.&lt;br /&gt;Then it &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ACCIDENTALLY&lt;/span&gt; fell from heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Thats the origin of this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keropok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, the taste of this snack is pure pornography.( &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;line borrowed from Ding Ren &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;I get hiiiigghhh everytime I eat it.&lt;br /&gt;The corn sticks are baked, not fried, just like Twisties.&lt;br /&gt;I can't find a suitable methaphore for the awesomeness of this keropok.&lt;br /&gt;You  HAVE GOT to try it for yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay ladies and gangstermen..Thats it for my  keropok review.&lt;br /&gt;Now you know where I got my monstrous size from right? Right not? Right not??&lt;br /&gt;Just a friendly reminder, these things are loaded with MSG. So proceed with caution kays?&lt;br /&gt;Dun eat more than 1 pack in one week kays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha sorry for this childish post.&lt;br /&gt;~live to eat~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE&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/4887660651188808623-106476478651404410?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/106476478651404410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=106476478651404410' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/106476478651404410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/106476478651404410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2008/06/emceeray-keropok-review.html' title='EmCeeRay Keropok Review!'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SFeguVBoNnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bCYFWXkB2Ps/s72-c/Image025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-3595090719610635067</id><published>2008-06-11T20:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T21:17:41.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RUDE KIDS!!</title><content type='html'>Kids today are notorious don't you think? As your homeboy, I wanna take this opportunity to remind all of  you aunties and uncles gonnabees..&lt;br /&gt;Remember to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SPANK YOUR CHILDRENS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;If you don't, they will turn out like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SE_J3l-L32I/AAAAAAAAADw/-_QIz5vKJY4/s1600-h/babfingr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SE_J3l-L32I/AAAAAAAAADw/-_QIz5vKJY4/s400/babfingr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210605250813878114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;goo-goo gaa ggaaaccckk youu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SE_J37LJITI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bsD5eBiQi5Y/s1600-h/baby1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SE_J37LJITI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bsD5eBiQi5Y/s400/baby1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210605256505368882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gaacckkk youu too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SE_J4HsMQqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_ZzXToOwdG0/s1600-h/middle-finger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SE_J4HsMQqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_ZzXToOwdG0/s400/middle-finger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210605259865211554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;f**k you!!! you're the one who's 6, I'm 16, cracker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SE_KUHBTrDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/hQBRoLNyJq0/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SE_KUHBTrDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/hQBRoLNyJq0/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210605740721679410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Imah solja pa, I'm goin to war, and I'm proud of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SE_KuJan2FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/R8EP0Yy51wQ/s1600-h/586398711_78bf6db4bd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SE_KuJan2FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/R8EP0Yy51wQ/s400/586398711_78bf6db4bd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210606188041328722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I bet these kids are from Detroit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SE_KUkB2zsI/AAAAAAAAAEY/O19N8JLj1v8/s1600-h/Funny-Class-Photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SE_KUkB2zsI/AAAAAAAAAEY/O19N8JLj1v8/s400/Funny-Class-Photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210605748508610242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Oh my...daddy's gonna loooovvee the year book this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SE_LMWCjUEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zESKfqGQEwg/s1600-h/kid-middle-finger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SE_LMWCjUEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zESKfqGQEwg/s400/kid-middle-finger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210606706826104898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Referi kayuuuuuuuuuu!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tsk tsk tsk..rude little midgets. Remember kays? Spank your kids..they deserve it..eh no! I mean they deserve a brighter future! If they turn out like one of these kids, sure cham wan lah !&lt;br /&gt;Wookehs??&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;~lets spank some sense into our children~&lt;br /&gt;PEACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/4887660651188808623-3595090719610635067?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/3595090719610635067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=3595090719610635067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/3595090719610635067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/3595090719610635067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2008/06/rude-kids.html' title='RUDE KIDS!!'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SE_J3l-L32I/AAAAAAAAADw/-_QIz5vKJY4/s72-c/babfingr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-6886421002678858518</id><published>2008-06-10T14:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T09:57:39.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE HUGS!</title><content type='html'>Imagine you wake up one day,&lt;br /&gt;you are out of coffee&lt;br /&gt;or ur coffee machine is broken&lt;br /&gt;or maybe you pia-ed too late last night and feel damn stressed out&lt;br /&gt;or you found out that you are broke coz you bought that Gucci&lt;br /&gt;or you found out that your dog ate your chocolate and died..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure you will feel very stress and have that big "n" on ur face right?&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry!!! The free hugs campaign is here!&lt;br /&gt;What is the "Free Hugs" campaign?&lt;br /&gt;This campaign involves ppl giving free hugs to random people they encounter on the streets. It's original intentions are to spreads smiles, love and promote peace in the community.&lt;br /&gt;Started by Mr. Juan Mann in Sydney, ppl around the world continued the campaign  in their respective countries. So how did they do it?&lt;br /&gt;They walk around busy, crowded places carrying a banner with "FREE HUGS" written on it and just wait.Like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SE45PEX4NqI/AAAAAAAAADo/3fkaQ7Cq3T0/s1600-h/free-hugs_01-775930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SE45PEX4NqI/AAAAAAAAADo/3fkaQ7Cq3T0/s320/free-hugs_01-775930.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210164749948958370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will hug anybody. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;ANYBODY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that agrees to be hugged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;=black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese, skinny, diseased, fat, limping, etc. etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah..so respectful man. Who on Earth would find time in their schedule to go around hugging ppl?&lt;br /&gt;As noble as it is, there are some who opposed. When it started, the damn police told Mr. Mann he needed 25 million bucks to purchase some public liability insurance if he was gonna continue hugging ppl in public..&lt;br /&gt;Damn five-ohs..haha but Mr. Mann continued spreading the love, at the same time collecting signatures for his petition to convince the authorities to allow him to do his thang. (he got 10,000 siggys).&lt;br /&gt;I think eventually the authorities gave in, coz now, Free Hugs spreaded to NY, Amsterdam, Texas, Bangkok, Singapore, Tokyo, Korea, China, Peru, Equador...yada yada i can go on and on..&lt;br /&gt;The strange thing is, where's Free Hugs Malaysia? Maybe we don't have the courage to offer some love to strangers yet..well if you're brave enough, go here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freehugsguide.org/"&gt;The Illustrated Guide To Free Hugs&lt;/a&gt; by Juan Mann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;edited 11th June :apparently there is Free Hugs Malaysia, sorry for being ignorant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see how successful he was in spreading the love, check out these videos.&lt;br /&gt;*warning, emo and funny materials present. Proceed with caution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The guy with the long hair is the founder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gfOOyTxFuQo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gfOOyTxFuQo&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Free Hugs Equador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9uzPXkrQcjs&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9uzPXkrQcjs&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Free Hugs NY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahhhh so damn sweet right?&lt;br /&gt;Actuallllyyyyy if you want a hug fr me, can wannnn...&lt;br /&gt;you just call my gf ask for permission can already. We can work things out kay?&lt;br /&gt;hahhahahahah perasan betul aku..&lt;br /&gt;~spread the love~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4887660651188808623-6886421002678858518?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/6886421002678858518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=6886421002678858518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/6886421002678858518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/6886421002678858518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2008/06/free-hugs.html' title='FREE HUGS!'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SE45PEX4NqI/AAAAAAAAADo/3fkaQ7Cq3T0/s72-c/free-hugs_01-775930.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-3926325585511713342</id><published>2008-06-09T15:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T15:52:24.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go and sleep!don't act macho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Have you been sleeping enough lately??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;hahahaha we macho Malaysian students always "pia" till late at night to get beautiful results. Singaporean ppl even worse, those &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;KIASU  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bengs&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lians&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Personally I don't like to sleep so much..(life's short..what can I say.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until this morning, I got this perception that sleep less = macho. Thennnnn I came across this article when I was about to check something on Yahoo :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://health.yahoo.com/news/healthday/sleepanecessitynotaluxury.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SLEEP : A NECESSITY NOT A LUXURY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Theennnnn i realize how f***ed I am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;You short-change yourself of sleep, and you see the effects immediately. You can make a bad decision. You can miss something. Have a moment's inattention, and you're off the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..don't worry, this is still okay. (I guess this explains why I'm so careless and forgetful )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Check this out :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1212966165_3"&gt;longer-term effects of sleep deprivation&lt;/span&gt; involve a person's health. Doctors have linked lack of sleep to weight gain, diabetes, &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1212966165_4"&gt;high blood pressure&lt;/span&gt;, heart problems, depression and &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1212966165_5"&gt;substance abuse&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Hormones that process appetite begin to get disorganized," said Drake, who's also an assistant professor of psychiatry and behavioral neuroscience at the Wayne State University School of Medicine. There's a decrease in the amount of leptin, an appetite-suppressing hormone, when a person gets too little sleep. At the same time, ghrelin -- a hormone that stimulates appetite -- increases with a lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SHHYYYTT&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Liao lah..no wonder I'm so fat! My hormones have gone haywire!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Annnndd this is the embarassing part :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;....there are those who make the conscious choice to go without enough sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"It's sort of part of the culture," Belenky said. "People pride themselves on getting little sleep. You'll hear people bragging, 'I only need six hours a night.' So there's a macho element here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;oh hell...that is exactly what I always said..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEzaDsM66TI/AAAAAAAAADg/1Wq5bjrlLcE/s1600-h/120px-Face-blush.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEzaDsM66TI/AAAAAAAAADg/1Wq5bjrlLcE/s400/120px-Face-blush.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209778625900636466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;paiseh already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;ermm I wanna take this opportunity to apologize to my sayang because I alwaysss condemn her sleeping style ( she sleeps alot )..No wonder she's so smart heh? But it's not my fault at times! My house haunted! *trying to cover malu * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sooorreeee sayangg....from now on you sleeeeep lah as much as you want kay? I encourage you to sleep summore hehehe. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Wookehs..before I lose more face I better go get some sleep now. Aiiissshhhh malunya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;~lets sleep to a better tomorrow~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4887660651188808623-3926325585511713342?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/3926325585511713342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=3926325585511713342' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/3926325585511713342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/3926325585511713342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2008/06/have-you-been-sleeping-enough-lately.html' title='Go and sleep!don&apos;t act macho!'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEzaDsM66TI/AAAAAAAAADg/1Wq5bjrlLcE/s72-c/120px-Face-blush.svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-5747789208142704229</id><published>2008-06-08T00:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T02:40:37.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Ray teach you how to kick ass!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hello ppl..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;have you heard about the Sarawakian UMS student that got abducted?..and raped? Well its abit the scary for us UMS students in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" st="on"&gt;Sabah&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"The student had just been dropped off by friends near a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;row of shops&lt;/span&gt; when two men in a blue Kancil grabbed her and bundled her into the car."-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/4/17/nation/20977592&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;The Star Online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Why is it scary? She got abducted in a nearby housing estate called "Taman Kingfisher" where everybody goes to have lunch and dinner after lectures..at those same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;rows of shops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;!That place is also our usual mamak spot during late hours. And I'm staying there next semester!! nabeh if I give ppl kidnap howw?And this girl got abducted in broad daylight! dammit..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;My ex-senior roomate, the victim's coursemate said :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;dia kena rogol teruk bah..aku dengar dia punya p****t koyak teruk..habis dia punya t***k kena gigit gigit..perogol tu binatang bah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;" - Abang Alam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;She was raped beyong imagination. Her private parts were torn so badly that even nurses compared that women delivering a baby is not that bad. The UMS girl's nipple was badly bitten off / severed. Her face was bitten and obviously the rapist wanted to give her some memories."&lt;/span&gt; - UMS student fr Miri (taken fr another blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:21;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Memang binatang also..damn those dumfuks man. The punishment they got memang matching also but how I wish I could lock them up with a huge donkey on heat..let them feel abit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEqxSkPM0jI/AAAAAAAAADY/-6ocAZ84oF4/s1600-h/rapist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEqxSkPM0jI/AAAAAAAAADY/-6ocAZ84oF4/s320/rapist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209170851530592818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;These are the rapist..rambutnya panjang..kasi warna lagi tu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Well I certainly don't want it to happen to all my girl friends. Soooo today let us all learn some self defense skill kays? Uncle Ray will teach you how to kick some ass! Letsgooo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The move you will see today is taken from The US military training called MCMAP(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;pronounced mic-map&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; or Marine Corp Martial Arts Programme). This move, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the rolling knee bar&lt;/span&gt;" uses more physics than brute force so girls can use it. So when someone grab you from the back you do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lCDvV9LkZzE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lCDvV9LkZzE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Yeap thats right &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;BREAK&lt;/span&gt; his legs kay? Don't none of yalll give any face kay? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But if you think thats too hard to do you all can get a pepper spray at Guardian outlets (at the counter). If you feel someone is stalking you just give me a call kay..I'm gonna spray female donkey pheromone all over him and send him to a farm.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls pls take care. There are psychos everywhere.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4887660651188808623-5747789208142704229?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/5747789208142704229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=5747789208142704229' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/5747789208142704229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/5747789208142704229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2008/06/uncle-ray-teach-you-how-to-kick-some.html' title='Let Ray teach you how to kick ass!'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEqxSkPM0jI/AAAAAAAAADY/-6ocAZ84oF4/s72-c/rapist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887660651188808623.post-801748097468576196</id><published>2008-06-07T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T02:02:01.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Beloved Bike...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Today, we're not gonna talk bout me, we're not gonna talk bout my life, we're not gonna talk bout global warming.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Today, we're gonna talk about my bike.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yepppsss..my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;BIKE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEkXUC2X36I/AAAAAAAAABQ/7TJs7u4GfRk/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEkXUC2X36I/AAAAAAAAABQ/7TJs7u4GfRk/s400/Image007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208720077160439714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;My bike is a typical lower end, made&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;in Malaysia, Japanese labeled bike. Suzuki Smash 110 (1st version).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;A brief history =&gt; this bike was a gift from my dad to me for doing okay in SPM. So it has been with me for 4-5 years or so. I rode it to go to work after SPM, to go to form 6 in High School, mamaks, late night studies, rounding rounding around the taman, and for performing various traffic offenses (heh heh heh).&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Mid 2007=&gt; my bro took my bike for a ride and...a freak accident occurred. *I remember him saying : "aih..my Giodarno jeans got 2 huge holes coz tergesek the tar" *&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Thx God he got away with minor injuries only. However, I can't say the same for my bike lah..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Here take a look for yourselves:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEkbxy2X3-I/AAAAAAAAABw/caAogkhCfks/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEkbxy2X3-I/AAAAAAAAABw/caAogkhCfks/s320/Image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208724986308059106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Scraped of it's dignity hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEkccy2X3_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZtE7bfyct9A/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEkccy2X3_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZtE7bfyct9A/s320/Image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208725725042434034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The "head" took some damage too..Only highlight functions now..and handling got even more sucky.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEkc4S2X4AI/AAAAAAAAACA/Hd13md5NKGY/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEkc4S2X4AI/AAAAAAAAACA/Hd13md5NKGY/s320/Image010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208726197488836610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Cover-set pecah belah..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Looks like hell right? Should have seen it right after the accident. Minor repairs were done, and it lives!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I'll be honest with you =&gt; this very bike handles as if I was drunk. The gear box has built in complicated microchip hahaha *suka suka only the thing will jump gear wan* and the built quality sucks like hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Buuuuttttttttttttt...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;it accelerates so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FAST&lt;/span&gt; its almost scary!&lt;br /&gt;Confidently, I can say that it is the fastest of its class (also handles the worst)..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I'm posting this is because I may never see my bike again after I leave for Sabah in July..Pop's getting a new car, and he says nobody rides the bike when I'm not in Malacca. I think my bro phobia-ed and my dad is not fit to ride anymore. Soooo instead of letting it rust, he might as well sell it while it is still worth something. Ohh the unfairness of this world..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEkilS2X4BI/AAAAAAAAACI/29j1czXKCRI/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEkilS2X4BI/AAAAAAAAACI/29j1czXKCRI/s320/Image019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208732468141088786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I think another reason why pops wanna sell this is because the number is abit the sueh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I think the society now has a thing against riding. Yes, maybe theres a good chance of you dying when you ride, but personally, I think it all comes down to the rider. If you ride safe, don't nobody's gonna hit you nigga! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are five reasons why I'm gonna miss my bike:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It gets me where I want to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It gets me where I wanna go fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;If it's not raining, it gets me where I wanna go even faster.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm late, and if I really try, I can get to my destination 2 MINUTES earlier *don't ask me how..ask the bike*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Its the 1st vehicle to be registered under my name.* but technically it's not mine lah*&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buhbye bikey..You have served me well you guzzler you...I hope the next owner patch you up real good, and treat you well coz obviously I failed hahahaha *refer picture*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: A little tip for you all..you know how those mat rempits like to pop up suddenly in front of you? Those stunts scare the living daylights out of you right? So what do we do? We usually quick-steer, brake, swerve here and there till we bang something..&lt;br /&gt;The science behind a rider's judgement : riders estimate the success-rate of "potong-ing ur jalan" while considering  your current speed and direction.&lt;br /&gt;So to avoid nasty scratches and bloody accidents, what you do when you're being overtaken abruptly is to just maintain your current velocity.&lt;br /&gt;I know mat rempits are dumb but they can still estimate well enough..If they're overtaking you, they already know if they have enough power and &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SPACE&lt;/span&gt; to do so. So if you change your velocity as well....BANNGG..&lt;br /&gt;Be safe!&lt;br /&gt;PEACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4887660651188808623-801748097468576196?l=behindyellowtape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/feeds/801748097468576196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887660651188808623&amp;postID=801748097468576196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/801748097468576196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887660651188808623/posts/default/801748097468576196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindyellowtape.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-beloved-bike.html' title='My Beloved Bike...'/><author><name>RaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588889328462708239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEg6VmIuiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPv0RcWAwJw/S220/Image008+(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIUHu3YnlS8/SEkXUC2X36I/AAAAAAAAABQ/7TJs7u4GfRk/s72-c/Image007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
