<?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-17540471</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:26:35.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contact!</title><subtitle type='html'>Here it comes.....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>159</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-4307032825431282670</id><published>2010-03-13T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T05:01:36.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Its been awhile since I last had a stroke-of-realization like the one I got on this normal and unseeming Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Waking up to an awesome Saturday after having a long weekday is always awesome which only makes it even more awesome with a quiet Friday (almost done with my sleep debt lol). Started my morning with my usual daily ritual of cleansing and prayer followed by a light breakfast before setting out for my intended activities. With several hours before heading off, I did some good fragging with MW 2 to blow some, much needed, steam off before wolfing down on the last few pages of one of my older books which, I am quite surprised, still had a lot to teach me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Also manage to catch an old favourite Disney Animation "Anastasia". Man the nostalgic feeling that filled me was priceless as the Richard Marx &amp;amp; Donna Lewis and Aaliyah tracks ran during the credits. Nostalgia is an interesting thing. It feels like an good old buddy, always warm, friendly, and never fails to lift you up. And of late, been having many of these nostalgia incidents as if I'm an ancient old gramps. I'm only 23.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anyhoo, after completing my plans for the day, as I reflected on my week I realize how compelling the concept of commitment is. I've lived a great life as a kid, teen, adolesence and a young adult and never had much (or any at all) commitment in life. I've known some who anchor themselves to whatever they're intended purpose is on and stay with it like a Coyote straped to a rocket. I've known some who choose to drop it all somewhere along the way and go in the next road. I've known some who turn they're back and walk in the opposite direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This got my thinking "where among the three do I stand on the core aspects in my life?". Do I commit like "For the win!!" or do I commit "One atta time boy"? Another building block for my march in life *shwink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-4307032825431282670?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4307032825431282670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=4307032825431282670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/4307032825431282670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/4307032825431282670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-been-awhile-since-i-last-had-stroke.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-7644005832953267216</id><published>2010-03-02T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T06:59:30.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;RUMBLE RUMBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The air was filled with objections and angry argument as the men and women voiced out their disagreement to the appointment of the new Warlord. The Warlord observed, amused even, at the nonsense blurted out by these Counselors. "Fools" mused the Warlord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;He finally raised his gloved hand to capture the attention of the arguing Counselors. When silence filled the room and all eyes were on him, he stood-up to his full height. Clad in the finest clothes, the Warlord was an imposing figure as he was easily a head taller than the tallest Counselor in the room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;As he swept the room taking in the view of everyone standing before him, studying them, he slowly began "I am Her proxy. I am Her Champion. I am the Blade that destroys Her enemies. I am the Master of War". Infuriated, the Counselors rose to the Warlord's bold words and drowned the hall with their disapproval further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Raising his voice, the disapproval of the Counselors were overwhelmed and silenced as the Warlord spoke "What do you all know of war? I have won a thousand battles in Her name while you all seat comfortably clad in your obscenely ostentation clothes debating how much tithe should this year fill your bank accounts while loyal servants bleed, sweat, and die to better this nation".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Warlord quickly continued "And now you intend to burden the new lands with your tithe which will cause a revolt just as the pacification is seeing some success" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Your war machines require resource might I remind you or has all the killing has made you a blunt instrument" said a gaunt Counselor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Not raising to the bait the Warlord replied.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-7644005832953267216?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7644005832953267216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=7644005832953267216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/7644005832953267216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/7644005832953267216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2010/03/rumble-rumble-air-was-filled-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-5407550236596518529</id><published>2010-02-25T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T12:05:45.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Short Story #291&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Which path will you choose, precept" said the gatekeeper as he slowly raised his hand to the left gate. Sillouettes of people ghost through the wall of mist and sporadic flashes of light could be seen as far as the precept eye could see. Slowly the gatekeeper raises his right hand and he said "there are rewards and sacrifices you will receive and pay as you journey through these path". The precept look as far down the path as he could and all that he could see was tranquility and stillness stretch through the vast plain. Reluctantly pulling his gaze, he looked at the gatekeeper with the strength of his flaming soul and took one step towards the gate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-5407550236596518529?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5407550236596518529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=5407550236596518529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/5407550236596518529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/5407550236596518529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2010/02/short-story-291-which-path-will-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-3758614986397497235</id><published>2010-02-18T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T06:39:31.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I love the clear azure evening sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I love the overwhelming sensation when I stuff my face with good old mum's cooking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I love the serenity of a wide green plateau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I love the comfort of my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I love the butterfly-like feeling in my stomach when a sweet girl giggles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I love the ego-boost when I get an awesome praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I love the tension when I am pitted against the unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I love the relief in my bladder when I unleash a tidal wave of pee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I love the feeling when the dark long hair of lovely girl gets caught in the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I love the surge of adrenaline when I am being shot at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I love the time I spend doing nothing but think about all the possibilities in this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I love the alternate reality presented in movies and series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I love the moments I reminence on my past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I love the instant when I make my move to strike my opponent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I love the sensation of a near miss in Kendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I love the stroke of genius I get when it comes to my passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I love the spontaneous moments of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I love the organized moments of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I love the point when I stand-up after being beaten like a cempedak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I love the laughter people make during our conversations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I love the kimochi feeling of a cool breeze on a hot day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love my life *SHWINK&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-3758614986397497235?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3758614986397497235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=3758614986397497235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/3758614986397497235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/3758614986397497235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-i-love-clear-azure-evening-sky-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-1192460933951897683</id><published>2010-01-10T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T05:19:08.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;People change for many reasons. Some for personal reasons, some for the betterment of the collective good, and some to appease others. Desire will see if this change takes place or will it eventually be shelved in the "for another day" part of their minds. If it is done with a half baked desire then the result will be half-baked. Do people really change themselves as they grow older? or the new "attributes" and "attitudes" that they adopt are merely layered on something that is already there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Many time I thought myself to have changed for the better only to find out at a much later time that the "change" is merely temporary. A temporary move from the habitual activities or "strongly" held perspective on things. Though few divergence have led to very interesting discoveries but majority of these are, at a much later time and through much deliberation, the same old experience and with the same old outcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Of late I realize, for sure this time, that the change I've come through these last 5 years are on the periphery, mostly, while the core remains relatively unchanged. I re-discovered that the things that moved me several years ago still does move me with the same intensity as it did once. The way I approach the pleasant and unpleasant things in my daily life remains relatively similiar. And what I once like and dislike, I have learnt to dislike and like too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Like many things in life, change is never black-and-white. When one door closes, another opens. Ultimately, its your choice what changes and what doesnt, in your life that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-1192460933951897683?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1192460933951897683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=1192460933951897683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/1192460933951897683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/1192460933951897683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2010/01/change-people-change-for-many-reasons.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-6244373092912851154</id><published>2009-12-02T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T14:58:58.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Mistake of the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We all make mistakes. Some of em we won't know until it hits us in the face, some we know from the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-6244373092912851154?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6244373092912851154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=6244373092912851154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/6244373092912851154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/6244373092912851154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2009/12/mistake-of-day-sometimes-we-gotta-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-5225494200492874837</id><published>2009-12-01T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T06:08:32.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Litany of Tranquility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Let the collective joy of your life be your worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Feel the warmth of affection even if its a grain of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Remember the lives you've touched and moved for they are your greatest work of art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Embrace your flaws and shortcomings and be your true self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And when in doubt, listen to your own voice and find that peace you seek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Foong (&gt;_&lt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-5225494200492874837?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5225494200492874837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=5225494200492874837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/5225494200492874837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/5225494200492874837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2009/12/litany-of-tranquility-let-collective.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-62779420485351663</id><published>2009-11-28T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T13:15:36.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Mornin Rambling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Life sure is awesome. You just gotta notice the events that happen around you. You'll be surprise the kinna things you get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Look ahead as you thread foward. Look back when you stop at the crossroad. Look at your side and count your blessings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Instead of looking far into the future and cautiously threading forward, live and take-in the present and embolden yourself with each step you take afterall a life lived to the fullest is a life in indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*nomnomnomnom*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-62779420485351663?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/62779420485351663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=62779420485351663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/62779420485351663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/62779420485351663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2009/11/mornin-rambling-life-sure-is-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-4242752004085113386</id><published>2009-11-26T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T06:40:42.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(Untitled)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My car came to a halt at the traffic light. City traffic is the worst. Jams naturally bores anyone unfortunate to get into one. Beside us was a lovely young couple. They playfully tease each other and occasionally nudging the other to get a little more attention. Wonder how long they've been together? My car gently lurch forward as I continue to look out into the city and saw a tensed middle age guy who looked like he had a bad day at office. Does he even like the job he's in? As we overtook him, a young mother and her kid was walking up the road towards the city centre. The kid was beaming the most brilliant smile anyone can wish for. Such a blessed young lad, nothing to worry in this advancing yet deteriorating world. Was I once like that? The car turned a few blocks later and overshadowing the car was this colossal building with all the aesthetic features of a modern sky-scraper. "How many people did it take to build this...heck how long did it take to finish it" I wondered to myself. And opposite my destination, a wedding had taken place and the newly weds were making their way to the get away car. Though today was the happiest day for them, there was that little tinge of some unpleasantness on their faces. I say they ought to enjoy what they have now and leave they're uncertainties and fears for another day. And when the car stopped, I took a deep breathe before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-4242752004085113386?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4242752004085113386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=4242752004085113386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/4242752004085113386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/4242752004085113386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2009/11/untitled-my-car-came-to-halt-at-traffic.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-8780846451524434325</id><published>2009-11-25T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T05:26:39.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Prologue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I paced my breathing to calm my racing heart as I keep my focus on the Slutty Siren which is an onerous task (if you count a few pieces of crustation covering a few strategic places a wargear). We stood our ground for god-knows how long waiting for someone to make the first move, well mistake in this case. She's definitely got an edge in agility so rushing in will probably land me in an intimate position with her lovely cleaver. Running aint an option coz she's got the exit covered and time isnt really on my side either with the tide rising around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wished I payed attention during practice. I'm sure they had something about Slutty Sirens. Well thats wishful thinking. Keeping my head calm and focused on the situation is the only way I'm going to get myself out of this in one piece. Okay, I got more armour than she does for a change. Her cleaver is going to slow her a little bit, every little edge counts in these sorta situation. Not to mention a medium blade which I'm really familiar with. Bad part, the ground is wet and filled with moss and top it all off with wreckage the size of furniture reducing what precious room I have to maneuver around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Seems like I cant avoid a straight fight with the Slutty Siren. Kinna understand what He meant with "when in doubt, leap forward" now. With a lil prayer to Her Grace (for a miracle) I dig my boots for what purchase I can get before leaping into what will be the closest I've come to death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-8780846451524434325?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8780846451524434325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=8780846451524434325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/8780846451524434325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/8780846451524434325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2009/11/prologue-i-paced-my-breathing-to-calm.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-8531138692006473359</id><published>2009-10-29T19:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:10:09.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Life Advice 37&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;How to overcome a problem bigger than you? You kick it in the fundamentals and leap over it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-8531138692006473359?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8531138692006473359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=8531138692006473359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/8531138692006473359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/8531138692006473359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-advice-37-how-to-overcome-problem.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-3362767717725649574</id><published>2009-09-19T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T04:23:48.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(No Title)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The past 4 months has been the fastest, most educating, and filled with fun I've experienced so far. Though a little worn out by more recent events I still think I've only just begun scratching the surface of something bigger thats waiting for me. The following are some of the things I have been thinking a lot about of late and I'd like share my thoughts with you all;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Family:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The core unit in any society and the most influential element to the development in any individual's most important forming years. I know I have a great family but with my participation in the working world, I feel I'm able to better connect with them as I share my experiences and discussions with them. Also I've come to understand how dependant I am on they're support. So much for being the independent one. But I guess I'm very lucky to have a great support system to back me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Friends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The "second" family to an individual and form the growing influences in the latter part of one's growing life. I've got a motley bunch of people, I declare with pride, I call friends. They know what they are. Though the level of closeness differs between groups but nevertheless I consider them friends. We share great times of fun and one of the things I really enjoy about the times we interact is what they teach me. The topic is never similiar but a constant change with time and experience all which enriches the experience with them. Glad they're sharing such great times with me. Also it takes effort to keep the relationship going...so you've gotta work for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Girls:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hate em, love em and I can't live without em. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Adult life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well its more than just work. It's more complex....and fun. Oh and you'll just have to drum as fast or faster or just end up seeing everyone's buttocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-3362767717725649574?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3362767717725649574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=3362767717725649574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/3362767717725649574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/3362767717725649574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-title-past-4-months-has-been-fastest.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-9120968596152131607</id><published>2009-08-16T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T07:00:22.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Diventure part III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Final batch of pics. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Soe5IP3xXEI/AAAAAAAAAjs/QidLlLtc1Cg/s1600-h/forward+observatory.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370464632013151298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Soe5IP3xXEI/AAAAAAAAAjs/QidLlLtc1Cg/s320/forward+observatory.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pedo-bear's secret base....well not so secret no more kekeke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Soe5HtBHRSI/AAAAAAAAAjk/6e88qeIrpNI/s1600-h/kiddie+trap.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370464622657094946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Soe5HtBHRSI/AAAAAAAAAjk/6e88qeIrpNI/s320/kiddie+trap.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Probably where PB keeps the kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Soe5HfHM5dI/AAAAAAAAAjc/dj6t_iW_tQs/s1600-h/bushes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370464618924533202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Soe5HfHM5dI/AAAAAAAAAjc/dj6t_iW_tQs/s320/bushes.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Do you see that on the left?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Soe5GtJMxPI/AAAAAAAAAjU/tM-2YYYOWro/s1600-h/jeti+home.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370464605511140594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Soe5GtJMxPI/AAAAAAAAAjU/tM-2YYYOWro/s320/jeti+home.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Enterin the mainland jeti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Soe5GQmbS3I/AAAAAAAAAjM/XyNqTUTlLGU/s1600-h/going+back.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370464597849099122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Soe5GQmbS3I/AAAAAAAAAjM/XyNqTUTlLGU/s320/going+back.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Speedin away from pirates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Soe4thdmNSI/AAAAAAAAAjE/AkNT9gdZKEA/s1600-h/man-handle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370464172878738722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Soe4thdmNSI/AAAAAAAAAjE/AkNT9gdZKEA/s320/man-handle.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Public display of affection (PDA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Soe4tBnm3CI/AAAAAAAAAi8/IUHkWXZpehk/s1600-h/OD.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370464164330789922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Soe4tBnm3CI/AAAAAAAAAi8/IUHkWXZpehk/s320/OD.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Never saw him coming.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Soe4s4RDG0I/AAAAAAAAAi0/KB-tsvVGjBo/s1600-h/gear+check.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370464161820252994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Soe4s4RDG0I/AAAAAAAAAi0/KB-tsvVGjBo/s320/gear+check.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Checking his belt....seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Soe4sTRF_kI/AAAAAAAAAis/zg86eUJhSN8/s1600-h/End+of+day+2+03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370464151888330306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Soe4sTRF_kI/AAAAAAAAAis/zg86eUJhSN8/s320/End+of+day+2+03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Being artsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Soe4rz0X_wI/AAAAAAAAAik/JriUoPNED9A/s1600-h/My+gear.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370464143446376194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Soe4rz0X_wI/AAAAAAAAAik/JriUoPNED9A/s320/My+gear.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My gear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Soe3t1epfqI/AAAAAAAAAic/7dt7rIbL0sw/s1600-h/Good+Morning+Lang+Tengah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370463078740229794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Soe3t1epfqI/AAAAAAAAAic/7dt7rIbL0sw/s320/Good+Morning+Lang+Tengah.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This is where we got off the boat...its safe btw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Soe3tTqY7KI/AAAAAAAAAiU/RYUxRoqXVoo/s1600-h/Day+1+about+to+end.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370463069662669986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Soe3tTqY7KI/AAAAAAAAAiU/RYUxRoqXVoo/s320/Day+1+about+to+end.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;End of day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Soe3sTjzQZI/AAAAAAAAAiM/SBFdI5zdh74/s1600-h/Jeti.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370463052455166354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Soe3sTjzQZI/AAAAAAAAAiM/SBFdI5zdh74/s320/Jeti.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;They got 105mm howitsers waiting to blow pirates into the abyss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Soe3rzyNLtI/AAAAAAAAAiE/37UQStf2sg8/s1600-h/Diver%27s+saying.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370463043925651154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Soe3rzyNLtI/AAAAAAAAAiE/37UQStf2sg8/s320/Diver%27s+saying.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well said eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Soe3rqtEoKI/AAAAAAAAAh8/sLKTLOBgRgE/s1600-h/Heart+everywhere.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370463041488199842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Soe3rqtEoKI/AAAAAAAAAh8/sLKTLOBgRgE/s320/Heart+everywhere.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Awww so shweet....until I pushed em overboard lol!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Soe2CbCCiNI/AAAAAAAAAh0/-grZLW9hRwQ/s1600-h/Nice+sky.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370461233394911442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Soe2CbCCiNI/AAAAAAAAAh0/-grZLW9hRwQ/s320/Nice+sky.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;They call it "the sky"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Soe2BqZX8XI/AAAAAAAAAhs/g60fm1gDwvU/s1600-h/Beach+party.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370461220339446130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Soe2BqZX8XI/AAAAAAAAAhs/g60fm1gDwvU/s320/Beach+party.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Barbarian beach-ing party. Lotsa Berthas, Helgas and a healthy supply of beer. Yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Soe2Aa9JL7I/AAAAAAAAAhU/xqaIr-md8Y8/s1600-h/Mornin+in+Terengganu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370461199014637490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Soe2Aa9JL7I/AAAAAAAAAhU/xqaIr-md8Y8/s320/Mornin+in+Terengganu.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The sky is sooooo burning!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-9120968596152131607?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/9120968596152131607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=9120968596152131607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/9120968596152131607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/9120968596152131607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2009/08/diventure-part-iii-final-batch-of-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Soe5IP3xXEI/AAAAAAAAAjs/QidLlLtc1Cg/s72-c/forward+observatory.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-2147672137779647763</id><published>2009-08-14T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:17:16.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Diventure part II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A few more pics about the trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYXn02AcvI/AAAAAAAAAhM/o9tibHwmRWQ/s1600-h/expedition+team+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370005578653397746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYXn02AcvI/AAAAAAAAAhM/o9tibHwmRWQ/s320/expedition+team+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Group pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYXnXgKP7I/AAAAAAAAAhE/DK9hqMzHOQU/s1600-h/grad+nite.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370005570777137074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYXnXgKP7I/AAAAAAAAAhE/DK9hqMzHOQU/s320/grad+nite.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Graduation night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYXm_ga1kI/AAAAAAAAAg8/3kWDRK2HVK4/s1600-h/Beach+boys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370005564335773250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYXm_ga1kI/AAAAAAAAAg8/3kWDRK2HVK4/s320/Beach+boys.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;V-ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYXmcEAXXI/AAAAAAAAAg0/0G3ddIzfVWM/s1600-h/capsize+02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370005554821356914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYXmcEAXXI/AAAAAAAAAg0/0G3ddIzfVWM/s320/capsize+02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My favourite banana boat moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYXlyfFqjI/AAAAAAAAAgs/A2vbZqP3Y4U/s1600-h/capsize+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370005543660661298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYXlyfFqjI/AAAAAAAAAgs/A2vbZqP3Y4U/s320/capsize+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Another favourite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYWET4H3AI/AAAAAAAAAgk/_d0417FOTwY/s1600-h/away!!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370003868996852738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYWET4H3AI/AAAAAAAAAgk/_d0417FOTwY/s320/away!!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Here we go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYWD-NhB5I/AAAAAAAAAgc/bgqsfiDx6tU/s1600-h/banananana.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370003863181002642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYWD-NhB5I/AAAAAAAAAgc/bgqsfiDx6tU/s320/banananana.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me very excite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYWDrMi0NI/AAAAAAAAAgU/zZA7ua_UVEs/s1600-h/titanic+lang+tengah+version.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370003858076651730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYWDrMi0NI/AAAAAAAAAgU/zZA7ua_UVEs/s320/titanic+lang+tengah+version.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My titanic moment....which scared off that dude lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYWC-lh1HI/AAAAAAAAAgM/FFSB0BS7glQ/s1600-h/boat+02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370003846101849202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYWC-lh1HI/AAAAAAAAAgM/FFSB0BS7glQ/s320/boat+02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hercuriffic yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYWCncTC9I/AAAAAAAAAgE/nXi2AF0Yv-Q/s1600-h/before+the+exam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370003839889116114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYWCncTC9I/AAAAAAAAAgE/nXi2AF0Yv-Q/s320/before+the+exam.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;After the final exam.....we passed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYVirQaDQI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Nbf736iMNzE/s1600-h/beached.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370003291157171458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYVirQaDQI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Nbf736iMNzE/s320/beached.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bunch of guys rolling in the sand (+ wen ya of course)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYViIxVc8I/AAAAAAAAAf0/_x2z5YKMkVI/s1600-h/armageddon+moment.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370003281900041154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYViIxVc8I/AAAAAAAAAf0/_x2z5YKMkVI/s320/armageddon+moment.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oh, my Armageddon moment....love it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYVh6g51uI/AAAAAAAAAfs/amPYU3yGDLI/s1600-h/deep+dive+team+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370003278073026274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYVh6g51uI/AAAAAAAAAfs/amPYU3yGDLI/s320/deep+dive+team+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pre-dive pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYVhTGNahI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ZLHJ0G4PVqs/s1600-h/geared+up+02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370003267492080146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYVhTGNahI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ZLHJ0G4PVqs/s320/geared+up+02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A pre-dive chat with Dive-buddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYVg9W7aOI/AAAAAAAAAfc/GCr2DyrMkeg/s1600-h/mr+muscle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370003261656623330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYVg9W7aOI/AAAAAAAAAfc/GCr2DyrMkeg/s320/mr+muscle.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fishies be scared!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYUBXPVbGI/AAAAAAAAAes/g2HMLcY2p-E/s1600-h/Macaa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370001619336653922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYUBXPVbGI/AAAAAAAAAes/g2HMLcY2p-E/s320/Macaa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Macaa unscrewing his tube....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYUBKue_xI/AAAAAAAAAek/ThnG8DI6TZ8/s1600-h/Wen+Ya.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370001615977643794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYUBKue_xI/AAAAAAAAAek/ThnG8DI6TZ8/s320/Wen+Ya.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;She always smiles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYUAhqgP3I/AAAAAAAAAec/CbbOsJAajiA/s1600-h/Poser.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370001604955094898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYUAhqgP3I/AAAAAAAAAec/CbbOsJAajiA/s320/Poser.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dive-buddy is kinna addicted to sucking air from the reg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYUAbuxqXI/AAAAAAAAAeU/bYF2vp4CZ7k/s1600-h/Selamat+Pagi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370001603362400626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYUAbuxqXI/AAAAAAAAAeU/bYF2vp4CZ7k/s320/Selamat+Pagi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Awesome morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYT_zK3AqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ZJ9vTLCfwQQ/s1600-h/Video+session.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370001592474337954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYT_zK3AqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ZJ9vTLCfwQQ/s320/Video+session.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2nd night tutorial.....back to school memories...urgh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/17540471-2147672137779647763?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2147672137779647763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=2147672137779647763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/2147672137779647763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/2147672137779647763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2009/08/diventure-part-ii-few-more-pics-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SoYXn02AcvI/AAAAAAAAAhM/o9tibHwmRWQ/s72-c/expedition+team+4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-7090533143342777848</id><published>2009-07-30T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T04:25:31.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Diurial Emission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;First off I would like to apologize for the long intervals between my previous post on the dive and this for I have been utterly buried with work and doing my best to keep my social life alive with gusto therefore leaving me with little time for many of my other recreational activities despite my great need to fulfill those obligations to myself in the name of my sanity and overall well being which you would have helped ease the strain by reading this senseless ronsense which I would so laugh at you at this point if I was next to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well the actual post is the pics. Enjoy. Sourced from ebaums lolz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SnGBzZ4XwFI/AAAAAAAAAeE/Q4HUDOHHu6M/s1600-h/banana-dogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364211351295606866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SnGBzZ4XwFI/AAAAAAAAAeE/Q4HUDOHHu6M/s320/banana-dogs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SnGBzJeRGXI/AAAAAAAAAd8/JkV6Dmmv_So/s1600-h/3310998522_ddb92159a9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364211346891151730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SnGBzJeRGXI/AAAAAAAAAd8/JkV6Dmmv_So/s320/3310998522_ddb92159a9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-7090533143342777848?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7090533143342777848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=7090533143342777848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/7090533143342777848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/7090533143342777848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2009/07/diurial-emission-first-off-i-would-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SnGBzZ4XwFI/AAAAAAAAAeE/Q4HUDOHHu6M/s72-c/banana-dogs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-7287227063931020265</id><published>2009-06-24T07:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T08:36:02.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Dive Adventure in the East Coast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Team&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SkJAkEhsMWI/AAAAAAAAAcE/e65FjHh-O2k/s1600-h/poser+03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350910295704088930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SkJAkEhsMWI/AAAAAAAAAcE/e65FjHh-O2k/s320/poser+03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SkJAkTjpkdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/gGiQSzH6ehY/s1600-h/Wen+Ya+Solo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350910299738837458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SkJAkTjpkdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/gGiQSzH6ehY/s320/Wen+Ya+Solo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wen Ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SkJAk8wa8MI/AAAAAAAAAcU/H_azJe1QWAs/s1600-h/Poser.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350910310798258370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SkJAk8wa8MI/AAAAAAAAAcU/H_azJe1QWAs/s320/Poser.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hong Ming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SkJAk9dUdDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/_M30dF1TrzQ/s1600-h/mr+foong.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350910310986576946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SkJAk9dUdDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/_M30dF1TrzQ/s320/mr+foong.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Captain Awesome&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Journey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SkJAlIpJgeI/AAAAAAAAAck/uMlKUqHtn7g/s1600-h/5am+drive.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350910313988981218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SkJAlIpJgeI/AAAAAAAAAck/uMlKUqHtn7g/s320/5am+drive.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The 6 hour journey from 2am. I just had to snap a pic when I was driving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SkJBSgcvc1I/AAAAAAAAAcs/3nLGwmzF7qU/s1600-h/SLT+2+makes+a+pitstop+at+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350911093473506130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SkJBSgcvc1I/AAAAAAAAAcs/3nLGwmzF7qU/s320/SLT+2+makes+a+pitstop+at+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gambang (sounds like gangbang eh?) stop at 4 in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SkJBS1fPZqI/AAAAAAAAAc0/jCt47vuUTBc/s1600-h/to+the+jeti.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350911099121133218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SkJBS1fPZqI/AAAAAAAAAc0/jCt47vuUTBc/s320/to+the+jeti.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Making our way to the Jeti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SkJBTj87xUI/AAAAAAAAAc8/yWUkeoczDq4/s1600-h/Team+Gary+%40+jeti.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350911111593706818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SkJBTj87xUI/AAAAAAAAAc8/yWUkeoczDq4/s320/Team+Gary+%40+jeti.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Not the freshest bunch after 8 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SkJBT1TXrVI/AAAAAAAAAdE/ifpClINZmDE/s1600-h/Team+Gary.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350911116251213138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SkJBT1TXrVI/AAAAAAAAAdE/ifpClINZmDE/s320/Team+Gary.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;8 hours after the journey and they're still smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SkJBUNAAb9I/AAAAAAAAAdM/bT7Q9uldDGs/s1600-h/Leavin+the+mainland.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350911122612449234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SkJBUNAAb9I/AAAAAAAAAdM/bT7Q9uldDGs/s320/Leavin+the+mainland.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Had to wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; 30 friggin minutes to in a furnace before leaving for the island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SkJCPiHpwJI/AAAAAAAAAdU/uiDT-gJM6pM/s1600-h/2+cap%27n.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350912141893943442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SkJCPiHpwJI/AAAAAAAAAdU/uiDT-gJM6pM/s320/2+cap%27n.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The captain of the lil boat....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SkJCP3bkOpI/AAAAAAAAAdc/S_Hyr0Bhixc/s1600-h/Fairy+of+the+sea.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350912147614612114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SkJCP3bkOpI/AAAAAAAAAdc/S_Hyr0Bhixc/s320/Fairy+of+the+sea.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and his little fairy companion&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;On the Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SkJCQgY1_8I/AAAAAAAAAds/TS73H1UKnI8/s1600-h/Redang+Lang+Tengah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350912158609047490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SkJCQgY1_8I/AAAAAAAAAds/TS73H1UKnI8/s320/Redang+Lang+Tengah.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The resort's chill area and the only convenient store on the island &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SkJCQS9nyAI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Z4mNHTkOfNg/s1600-h/Scenic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350912155005208578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SkJCQS9nyAI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Z4mNHTkOfNg/s320/Scenic.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A small snapshot of the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SkJCQhWlk8I/AAAAAAAAAd0/sEwGV7OGXTI/s1600-h/Studying.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350912158868018114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SkJCQhWlk8I/AAAAAAAAAd0/sEwGV7OGXTI/s320/Studying.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Night study day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-7287227063931020265?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7287227063931020265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=7287227063931020265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/7287227063931020265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/7287227063931020265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/dive-adventure-in-east-coast-team-gary.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SkJAkEhsMWI/AAAAAAAAAcE/e65FjHh-O2k/s72-c/poser+03.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-7911136189880608072</id><published>2009-05-23T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T06:16:42.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;CatShitOne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Awesome stuff coming up early next year. It's got quite a few mangas too but I'll stick to the animation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SOAPKxqutv8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SOAPKxqutv8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-1371080156913461406</id><published>2009-05-21T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T20:25:39.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Some wise words&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Don't set goals - execute or get&lt;br /&gt;executed"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-RMIT Commandment #6-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Fail to Succeed"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-RMIT Commandment #7-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"He who has not laid his foundations may&lt;br /&gt;be able with great abilities to lay them afterwards, but they will be laid with&lt;br /&gt;trouble to the architect and danger to the building"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Niccolo Machiavelli's The&lt;br /&gt;Prince-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hold Fast!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"They're killing us!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"So kill them back!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Ibram Gaunt to an unknown Fortis Binary soldier-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A liberal is a man too broadminded to&lt;br /&gt;take his own side in a quarrel"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Robert Frost-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Conquer an army and you will have&lt;br /&gt;strength, Conquer a nation and you will have wealth, Conquer yourself and the&lt;br /&gt;world is yours for the taking"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-*Not sure where is this from. Drop me a&lt;br /&gt;note if you do aye-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Some of life's lessons needs an extra&lt;br /&gt;class...or two"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Anonymous-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The first qualification of a soldier is&lt;br /&gt;fortitude under fatigue and privation. Courage is only the second"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Napoleon Bonaparte-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I'm fighting for the guy on my left and&lt;br /&gt;the guy on my right. To me, that's the most basic translation of&lt;br /&gt;faith"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Major General Joseph P.&lt;br /&gt;Franklin-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Edited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Forking happens when spooning&lt;br /&gt;gets out of hand"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Iris Sao-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-1371080156913461406?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1371080156913461406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=1371080156913461406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/1371080156913461406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/1371080156913461406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-wise-words-dont-set-goals-execute.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-6539595276794858190</id><published>2009-05-09T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T12:17:46.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;All I can say is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SgXVY3vb5CI/AAAAAAAAAbU/fYfI2MPZytw/s1600-h/MeganFox1920x1440_006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333903956946707490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SgXVY3vb5CI/AAAAAAAAAbU/fYfI2MPZytw/s320/MeganFox1920x1440_006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SgXVYrM0Z8I/AAAAAAAAAbM/r0ZX_kvD9RM/s1600-h/142177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333903953580287938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SgXVYrM0Z8I/AAAAAAAAAbM/r0ZX_kvD9RM/s320/142177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*Pictures were sourced from ebaumsworld.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-6539595276794858190?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6539595276794858190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=6539595276794858190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/6539595276794858190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/6539595276794858190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-i-can-say-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SgXVY3vb5CI/AAAAAAAAAbU/fYfI2MPZytw/s72-c/MeganFox1920x1440_006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-3347711164894270269</id><published>2009-05-07T05:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T05:55:47.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Treasure Hunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Find the black book and everything will be revealed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-3347711164894270269?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3347711164894270269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=3347711164894270269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/3347711164894270269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/3347711164894270269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/treasure-hunt-find-black-book-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-724370526040468581</id><published>2009-05-04T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T18:08:52.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;My story so far...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Right where was I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Ah yes, geared with enthusiasm, equiped with my faith, and guided by my hope I take this new path in my life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So where am I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ha beats me. Some jungle that is "jungler" than the Amazon and I'm not even close to the tree lines yet to begin with. I'm on some fething mudland, good facial mud though, and I havent bathe for days and its a blessing in diguise as it keeps the wild beasts away thanks to the musky stench of my powerful man-odour. Tried a Bear Grylls stunt with the local vegetation which had an interesting result. Puking &amp;amp; Diarhorrea at the same time. Tiger, my 8 year old guide, had the worst of my gruesome communion. Sorry lil guy. He's pretty reliable for an 8 year old. He's the lil heaven sent who conjured up some fething horrible medicine after I got stung in the nuts by a porcupine, which I so blardy swear wasnt there before I decided to sit a small greyish white rock, the lil warrior who drove off the mad raging PMS-ing elephant which, I would bet 10 wild nuts had nutsacks the size of my head, from stomping me to bits after ele-biatch smacking its nuts, and *brrrrr* the sex crazed she-chimp which I mistakenly took for a fine specimen of a homosapien female from the rear.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Got a lil crazy with my reveries huh...anyhoo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well alls good. Finally have a goal or two, which I sometimes think of it as more of a way of life or something that is not a goal. Still have an insecurity or two about my path or my actions but hey life is a continuous learning process. A few falls will do me some good. Still get lost occasionally but thank the heavens for the people around me for helping out which I'm starting to think I'm not justfying their efforts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The lessons I've learn, which I truly hope, justify the effort made thus far;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1) Coping process - Everyone has one, some may resort to stuffing their face, some oogle hot chixs, some nag, and some just turn into butt-wankers. It helps everyone survive a little longer. So dont think of it as a weakness, its a means of venting the steam of frustration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2) Being human - Being nice, compassionate, and emphathetic does not mean you're weak. It takes a lot more to walk through life holding on to your virtues and beliefs or the guy/girl next to you when you can barely take a step forward. Humans can make choices in their lives, so why live like a bastard just because the buggers around you are living like one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3) Appreciating life - Well I'm not one to preach as I do take many things for granted but I still give my thanks and appreciate the people, events and possessions I come across. One thing that many would overlook is "the moment". It hit me like a fething stone as I realized that we live each moment only once, twice if you're fething lucky, and this is nothing new as my dad has lectured me countless times when I was a blur and naive teen. So if your reading this, go kiss your mummy/daddy/hotchix/roommate/porcupine and enjoy the life you're living now cause you never know when you may lose it, even it aint too smooth or bright and sunny, cause a life is better than none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4) Friends/Comrades - Since the cavemen era, we've been doing lotsa groupie stuff like rugby, going after girls, making the loving in a mass of human flesh....anyhoo. These allies enrich our life, they make life fun, difficult, interesting, annoying, frustrating, spontaneous, and etc. Ultimately, they have an effect on the life we live and we grow from those experiences. So get out there and go crazy with your buddies, yes even if it means you guys wanna Dota or Left 4 Dead together, you pricks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;5) Seeing the future you - Hope I can be a person the little me (not "me" junior you perv) can be proud of if we were to meet in that time and space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;6) Emotions - They're awesome stuff but they can grow stale if kept idle too lonh and it will definitely feel/taste like stale fish which is something not very pleasant. Dont get too caught up in it. Control eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;7) How to live an awesome life - Well have a cup of awesome every morning like I do genius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Sf7302JAaqI/AAAAAAAAAa8/bRKhtAj7lBw/s1600-h/tittie+twister.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331971496111794850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Sf7302JAaqI/AAAAAAAAAa8/bRKhtAj7lBw/s320/tittie+twister.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Doing the tittie twister with fury *NARFFF* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thanks for reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Foongy Boi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-724370526040468581?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/724370526040468581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=724370526040468581' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/724370526040468581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/724370526040468581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-story-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Sf7302JAaqI/AAAAAAAAAa8/bRKhtAj7lBw/s72-c/tittie+twister.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-5174149445413226501</id><published>2009-02-21T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T01:29:48.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Conspiracy Theory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Think about this as you go along;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What is your "wish"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Been in a position where everything seem to be crumbling and all way out is sealed and the only thing you can foresee is your demize but somehow a small path out materialize just before it is over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You've felt the want or need for something or someone so strong until that object seems palpable and miraculously at the obtain it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Felt a guiding force, pushing you towards what you truly seek even when everything around points the other way around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Its like they say "the universe conspires to give you what you want". I say this universal conspiracy, or "force" as I prefer to see it, is there for us all to use but few take it even if it bitch slaps them in the face. There have been many instances where I have been presented with such a situation and some I do take, some I do not. Some I take unaware of the implications and path it leads, which is the most fruitful one usually, some I take fully aware of the end which bare fruits which aint to my liking. But it still a fruit hee hee. Whatever is given, I take that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yes, think of this conspiracy as an oppurtunity given to you. Okay to illustrate this;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Aladdin had to get a flying magic carpet, a monkey and himself through a desert, go through a gautlet of death traps inside a magical cave to get a magical lamp. When he rubs the lamp the genie pops out and says "you're wish is my command". At the end, he whooped some ass, gets a kookie genie on his side, gets the girl he is bananas about and lives happily ever after"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So if you want something; want it so bad you can see it, taste it, feel it, muster the will and determination to go forward until you get it (think 300), and never lose sight of it even a shitstorm is in your face (The Perfect Storm? ya know what I mean). And always have fun along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-5174149445413226501?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5174149445413226501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=5174149445413226501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/5174149445413226501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/5174149445413226501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/conspiracy-theory-think-about-this-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-1023950961117377697</id><published>2009-02-15T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T06:47:31.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;FRIED CHICKEN!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A few hours ago, lil bro and myself hit the Popeye's joint in TTDI (exactly opposite KFC) for some soul food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So the basic stuff are there snack plate and family plate. The extras are the fish and shrimp menu plus they got RICE with either chicken, fish or shrimp too. &lt;strong&gt;Soul food&lt;/strong&gt;. Instead of the usual bun from KFC, they give you a yummilicious biscuit the size of a small bun. &lt;strong&gt;Soul biscuit&lt;/strong&gt;. And the mash potatoes has this awesome gravy which you gotta try to know what I'm talking about. &lt;strong&gt;Soul tatoes&lt;/strong&gt;. I aint talking about the vege. &lt;strong&gt;Quite soulful Vege&lt;/strong&gt;. As for the chicken, well its an orgastranomical experience, the crispy skin, the tender flesh, the crunch every bite you take....thats how a fried chicken should. &lt;strong&gt;Soul chicken&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh and they give you a forking-spoon which is a spoon with the pokers of a fork which I found hilarious. &lt;strong&gt;Soul humour. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The perfect date? You, me at Popeye's munching down on some good chicken and mash tatoes laughing our butts into the night. &lt;strong&gt;Soul&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lets end this with some&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SOUL MUSIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Seamo feat AZU - 心の声 (Voice of the Heart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/psg5Q6YGK3Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/psg5Q6YGK3Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-1023950961117377697?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1023950961117377697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=1023950961117377697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/1023950961117377697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/1023950961117377697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/soul-fried-chicken-few-hours-ago-lil.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-5303718623633244582</id><published>2009-02-03T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T07:48:33.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Reminisce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This is an old post which got me laughing my arse off the chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Saturday, March 24, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="8662511665876915741"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As i made my way to the joint i looked at my watch and it was 10 minutes past 7. I'm late. My eyes caught a glimps of a "my-kinda-girl" the hair, the size, the cuteness.....UFF. At the joint, i kept my eyes peeled for someone who was worthy of my gaze. There she was at the bar, sipping her drink how lady-like. Then as i moved in on her, a familiar face pop-ed out, it was the bartender dude. I gotta thank him for keeping the lady occupied as i made my late entry. I pulled the chair next to the dame and said "hey there stranger, mind if i join you on this evening." As she turned to look, her dazzling long hair pushes a sweet scent that dulled my senses for awhile, and said "please dont be shy young one." I planted my rear on the very comfortable and high chair and was presented with a drink menu. A blue martini it was, motivated by my curiousity and feeling of sophistication and gentlemen-ness, i said in a suave manner. I turned my attention to the young lady who caught my eye and asked "how is your meat?" as she thoroughly enjoyed each bite of the juicy and succulent beef. "Owh so good. I've been deprived of such worldly pleasures for quite some time now." Curious i probed into why such a lady have been deprived of such a pleasure only to find out how such a lady have been working to the bone on numerous task at the institution she undertake her tertiary education. I paused to savour the sweet and elegent taste of the blue martini when as it was laid infront of me in a very professional manner. I tip my hat to you. I then requested for the finest piece of rack the joint had for i like only the best rack a place can offer or i would take none. We continued our coversation that beautiful evening as i discovered how interesting a life the young lady had and we exchanged many laughs. She has a very innocent girl-like laugh that i found amusing and memorable. Ah the rack arrived and i dined on the fine piece of meat with absolute appreciation for its beauty, shape and most of all warm taste, one which i would like to savour again. After our meal, we continued our conversation but this time along with two of the bartenders which had very interesting bodily features i have not seen on other men. They had an interesting extension on their rear that twirls forming a screw-like shape. Very interesting these bartenders were. Teases were exchanged between the young dame and the 2 bartenders. The dame could mingle with ease even among strangers and i find such attribute very attractive. I too put what talents at mingling i had and converse that lead to a more interesting conversation. As the hour hand hit 9.20pm i had to make a move and so did the young dame. I offered her a ride to her place where i noticed there were no sign the young dame drove to the joint. The ride back to her place was a little more relax as the meat kicked in and so did the drinks we had. The mood was good and as she led me to her place I felt something, a tingling sensation all over and i made some casual talk to keep the atmosphere light and undull along with a song or two. When we reached her place, she moved a little over and whisper "thank you for the ride, and the lovely evening". It was a cue and i made my move "can i see you again?". A faint smile she gave and only for a second only to reply "hmmm are you asking me to go on a date?". Not trying to look too desparate i said "something like that". She smiled and said "same place next week" and kissed my cheek then she got out and stood there to wave me off as i left. What an evening it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;P.S. The story is part truth and the other part was made up hahahahah especially the ending part lolz......hahaha so fun writing this kinda stuff in this kinda way lolz.....might be doing more of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-5303718623633244582?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5303718623633244582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=5303718623633244582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/5303718623633244582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/5303718623633244582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/reminisce-this-is-old-post-which-got-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-4332667515681691373</id><published>2009-01-27T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T07:54:54.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Pony power!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I aint all into J-rock that much heck not even girl rock bands but.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;They're called Stereopony. The amusing thing about this band is the lead singer, Aimi. She sure is one tiny power house. Her guitar is about the same size as her and she jumping, singing and plucking them guitar. Lolz.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Definitely hot in my book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The song kept playing over and over and over in my head and I couldn't get over it. The whole feel about the song just clicked the instant I heard it. And I have a constant urge to break out into a dance that looks like a mix of head banging and the "twist". Don't ask but thats how my body is urging me to boogie....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;First vid is from their single "Hitohira no Hanabira" which translate "flower petals". This was the ED theme for the Bleach series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bd1l-pYFZK8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bd1l-pYFZK8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And the 2nd one is their recent single "namida no mukou" which translate "beyond the tears". OP theme for the Gundam 00 S2 series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RA_75mJ9RNQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RA_75mJ9RNQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So yeah, I have a thing for rocker chixs now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-4332667515681691373?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4332667515681691373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=4332667515681691373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/4332667515681691373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/4332667515681691373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/pony-power-i-aint-all-into-j-rock-heck.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-7288087073375287954</id><published>2009-01-22T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T04:04:35.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My thoughts exactly....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;These last few weeks have been rather chaotic and I didn't have much of a choice about it. It could have self-inflicted, it could have been pre-ordained, heck it could have even been waiting to happen but whatever conspired to create these events, I accept gladly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The experience was like being a deckhand in a sea battle. Continuously moving between the lower decks, involved in the fight yet uninvolved at the same time. It was a mix-feeling sorta thing, you know there is something big happening, you can feel it, you can hear it, you can sense it, yet you can't see it. Only thing you can do is just carry on with what you've been trained to do and hope the frigate will be intact at the end of the engagement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Top that off with the silencing of the one important voice in anyone's life. I've always depended on this voice to guide my path, like an astropath guiding the us through the empyrean for a safe voyage. Yet I poured all my focus onto whats in front of me to the extent I ignored the voice entirely. It grew softer each time it was ignored until one day, the voice stop speaking. I was ignorant of it until things seem odd. Everything seem routine. Everything seem dull despite being given the best. Everything lack the citrus sensation I used to feel when I became involved. The whole feeling was like a blade becoming dull after much use. Yeah......dull describes it best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thank the heavens there were guides to keep me on track. Bouncing me from one path to the other with the purpose of keeping me on track to what I seek. Along the way, there were things that I enjoyed in my search. The most notable of them all was the Nymph Festival. The dance, reminded me of the most exciting of experiences I've felt, it was pure ecstacy. The competition, brought out both the best and worst of myself, it was a frightening yet thrilling sensation. The tavern, we indulged and laughed at ourselves into the night, it was pure bliss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now, geared with enthusiasm, equiped with my faith, and guided by my hope, I take my first step on this new path in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-7288087073375287954?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7288087073375287954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=7288087073375287954' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/7288087073375287954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/7288087073375287954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-thoughts-exactly.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-2489926241879153488</id><published>2009-01-09T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T08:52:30.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Spur of the moment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;wait for it......wait for it......wait for it........wait for it.........wait for it.........wait for it.......HOLA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;By the way, if you find it then let it illuminate you and everything else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-2489926241879153488?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2489926241879153488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=2489926241879153488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/2489926241879153488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/2489926241879153488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/spur-of-moment-wait-for-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-3753093773478402842</id><published>2009-01-04T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T07:06:48.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tip of the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SWDQOeamVSI/AAAAAAAAAao/3w1HNaeEBtk/s1600-h/49813_1226116241466_122_1091lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287454909634336034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SWDQOeamVSI/AAAAAAAAAao/3w1HNaeEBtk/s320/49813_1226116241466_122_1091lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Not that you dont already know how to kill one....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-3753093773478402842?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3753093773478402842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=3753093773478402842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/3753093773478402842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/3753093773478402842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/tip-of-day-not-that-you-dont-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SWDQOeamVSI/AAAAAAAAAao/3w1HNaeEBtk/s72-c/49813_1226116241466_122_1091lo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-3423965567178675195</id><published>2009-01-01T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T07:29:48.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Hola 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;In 2008, I ushered in the New Year in Japan, banging a big bronze bell away into the night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;In 2009, I ushered in the New Year in Tbun, blasting away at a swarm of zombies into the morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shortly before the eve of 2008, I went for a hike which was an awesome adventure. But the most facinating thing about the hike was the thoughts that started flowing into my coconut the day after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The surge of things which I have come to ponder on since then has been overwhelming to the point I find it annoying. Questions after questions flowed into my head constantly which has effectively led me very drained mentally and at this point, I've stopped at a handful of questions which have shattered many on believes and notion held on matters which I aint telling you (nenenene and you cant make me) not because I've ran out of questions but the nature of these questions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This reminds me of a story I came across not long ago which got me thinking a lot too on another matter. If I am wrong then I would have been doing what I do often, think too much, but if I'm right then I ought to start doing something about it soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Quite a start indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-3423965567178675195?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3423965567178675195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=3423965567178675195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/3423965567178675195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/3423965567178675195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/hola-2009-in-2008-i-ushered-in-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-7634009784011071609</id><published>2008-12-18T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T02:10:34.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Recollections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The end of another year is close and its about time I actually do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I feel like I've come a long way since my ignorant days as a under-grad but at the same time my entire journey had always felt like it just begun. A very odd feeling ain't it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;In this year; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I've manage to graduate as a student of Communication, quite pleased with my grades too, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Learnt so many things not only from the people around me but also from the things that has happened around me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Met quite a few new friends, and deepen a few friendships,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Experience a slightly different perspective and tested a few ideas on reality and life which were enriching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Explored aspects of myself which was quite an adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lost my bestest and most precious partner, bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Found 2 new souls Fate &amp;amp; Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Trying to understand the complexity of life, people and society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Understand there is more to life and things than what I've got or know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Learn to face and accept my flaws &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Grow into a better person from my ups and downs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Have the nuts to hold my ground and say "piss off"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Be slutty and funny at the same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Accepting my awkward sense of humour (which at times I think is not "appropriate" for my age)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Go easy on girls and like girls for who they are and all the extras bits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Being discipline don't mean your a fragging stiff (it takes a whole lot more to be discipline)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Learning how to be a more courteous person (well aint the barbarian going soft now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Getting in touch with nature (gosh its been a while since I last talked to my plants....or even cared for em)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It's okay to be pussy-whipped (it doesnt make you're a lesser-man....can I have some more btw??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Being steadfast dont mean you have to be inflexible man.....so quit being a stiff and go "wobbly wobbly"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Loud girls, tall girls, i-am-pissed-looking-girls, hot waitresses are actually awesome girls after you approach em and have a decent conversation....havent tried the waitress one yet but I'm working on it ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Reading has become a habit more than a chore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I still kick ass big time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Developed a manly chuckle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Know how to have a better kind of fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Learn to take things one at a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Know when to let go and when to yank em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The years before;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Love those brainstorming session especially at FLAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Love those group meetings at Luna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Love BKK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hated library time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Love the L2 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Love those cute lil college girls running around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Love those days when I could watch anime the whole day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wonder how Dorene is doing??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hahaha clubbing during those years were better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dance music were better then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Things were a lot more quieter back then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Japan was awesome, host family was awesome, and so was Nami &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wonder where is my Kenari at? That lil dark knight he......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Learning Japanese was worth it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I should have done more jigsaw puzzles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Miss playing Xenosaga.....I wanna see that blue chix one more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is a few of those XPs I can remember. Hope you had a good year and can't wait for another more awesome year.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;OH YEAH!!! I used to say "life starts after 20" and "things will get very exciting after my 21 birthday....well it has..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;foong -out-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-7634009784011071609?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7634009784011071609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=7634009784011071609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/7634009784011071609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/7634009784011071609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2008/12/recollections-end-of-another-year-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-4174753565127598141</id><published>2008-11-09T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T04:09:53.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Know Thy Self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;There are four doors coloured White, Blue, Green, and Pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;For each door ask yourself the questions listed below following the order of the doors listed above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1) What does the door look like to you (e.g. shape, appearance, design, etc)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2) What do you feel as you approach the door?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3) Will you open the door?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4) Will you step through the door if you open it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;5) What do you see behind the door?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;6) How do you feel when you're within the door?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Do it as comfortably and answer as well as you can, after all its pointless lying to yourself. Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;p.s. This is Half of the entire process. For the 2nd part....come to moi and I'll tell you the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-4174753565127598141?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4174753565127598141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=4174753565127598141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/4174753565127598141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/4174753565127598141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2008/11/know-thy-self-there-are-four-doors.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-5599882533944609392</id><published>2008-08-30T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T11:28:51.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Jikan yo tomare by AZU feat SEAMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;One splendid love song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K6YFbX_cNeI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K6YFbX_cNeI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-5599882533944609392?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5599882533944609392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=5599882533944609392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/5599882533944609392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/5599882533944609392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2008/08/jikan-yo-tomare-by-azu-feat-seamo-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-7091775256663411642</id><published>2008-08-24T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T07:09:54.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Graduation 08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day all student await arrived a week ago. Moi very own graduation tee hee. Awesome/Magnificent/Uberfun....yeah thats pretty much sums it up. So what exactly happened there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id22143"&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id23867"&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id30091"&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;1. Food OD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it is Penang after all and who in their sound taste-bud would miss out on the oh-so-awesome nasi kandar, cendol, korean BBQ (well worth the extra kilos), and not forgetting the very yummy seafood. Each meal was oh-so-good and there were many occasions where we ate to the point of exploding and surprisingly we didnt have to gulp down any ino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Slippery sinorita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the clubbin was good there. Well for the most of it. The vodka lime mix was good and the music were pretty much what we were hoping for. But the most awesome part of the whole clubbin experience was the band. Lolz bet you rarely or never heard of a band in a place like that. Surprisingly it was really entertaining. Well mainly because there was this super-hot-songstress-of-a-goddess in oh-so-droolstastic outfit moving about and singing tunes like "4 minutes" and "Lets get it started" to name a few. I was captivated by the songstress which felt like I was greeted 1 one smouldering-oh-I-cant-resist-hot songstress of a Goddess....so much better than 70 black hair virgins behehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Good times with fabulous company&lt;br /&gt;I'll let the pictures do the talking for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 10 Golden seconds&lt;br /&gt;How would you spend the 7 most glorious seconds of your student life? My answer to that question is to make it magnificent. I like how Kenn thought of my lil stunt at the ceremony, he said it immortalized my graduation. mum said the university will have to make a new rehearsal video to include what I did. I thought it was magnificent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id22158"&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLETEWCujpI/AAAAAAAAARQ/JcyX0AW7XRg/s1600-h/ESPRIT+ad.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237988806966021778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLETEWCujpI/AAAAAAAAARQ/JcyX0AW7XRg/s320/ESPRIT+ad.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Pick-up from my place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLETEuGOCsI/AAAAAAAAARY/r59wPl1d5HE/s1600-h/Ahoy!.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237988813423119042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLETEuGOCsI/AAAAAAAAARY/r59wPl1d5HE/s320/Ahoy!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Ahead maties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLETEqxtulI/AAAAAAAAARg/e89nFBsLHIY/s1600-h/Female+mudskipper.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237988812531808850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLETEqxtulI/AAAAAAAAARg/e89nFBsLHIY/s320/Female+mudskipper.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Sliddin on mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237988814533047170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLETEyO2M4I/AAAAAAAAARo/SV0pfEA0WQc/s320/I+can+fuhly.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;She jumped, he jump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEbKwJ-yCI/AAAAAAAAAR4/CCFdS_pIZL4/s1600-h/IMG_6474.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237997713148004386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEbKwJ-yCI/AAAAAAAAAR4/CCFdS_pIZL4/s320/IMG_6474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Korean BBQ. Be wary guys....iris will stuff you good....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEbK4eHgbI/AAAAAAAAASA/rucsXaiPmvk/s1600-h/Korean+BBQ+overload.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237997715379945906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEbK4eHgbI/AAAAAAAAASA/rucsXaiPmvk/s320/Korean+BBQ+overload.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Stuffin her face as always.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEbLC6-JrI/AAAAAAAAASI/1sqshQGzUdE/s1600-h/woot.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237997718185322162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEbLC6-JrI/AAAAAAAAASI/1sqshQGzUdE/s320/woot.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Snapping away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEbLHTUF1I/AAAAAAAAASQ/U8Ab5ALdqtU/s1600-h/Nasi+kandar.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237997719361165138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEbLHTUF1I/AAAAAAAAASQ/U8Ab5ALdqtU/s320/Nasi+kandar.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Nasi Kandar!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEbLUKTENI/AAAAAAAAASY/9VIn7KPXvtM/s1600-h/Nasi+kandar+02.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237997722813010130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEbLUKTENI/AAAAAAAAASY/9VIn7KPXvtM/s320/Nasi+kandar+02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; More nasi kandar!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEcxgk0rOI/AAAAAAAAASg/i8CTjy-kWWk/s1600-h/FRIED+CHICKEN!!!.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237999478492146914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEcxgk0rOI/AAAAAAAAASg/i8CTjy-kWWk/s320/FRIED+CHICKEN!!!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;FRIED CHICKEN!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEcxmkdhEI/AAAAAAAAASo/9dAjdEC-WFc/s1600-h/hitman.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237999480101241922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEcxmkdhEI/AAAAAAAAASo/9dAjdEC-WFc/s320/hitman.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lookin good as always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEcx1tp5DI/AAAAAAAAASw/L6XxeEGlFP4/s1600-h/Disgruntled+grad+x+bodyguard.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237999484166333490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEcx1tp5DI/AAAAAAAAASw/L6XxeEGlFP4/s320/Disgruntled+grad+x+bodyguard.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The disgruntle graduate x bodyguard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEtYAyV6dI/AAAAAAAAAVo/nmnGYhUvjXQ/s1600-h/Normal+grad+pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238017732159859154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEtYAyV6dI/AAAAAAAAAVo/nmnGYhUvjXQ/s320/Normal+grad+pic.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; My "normal" graduate pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEteLiR6lI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Or-ziSavN7c/s1600-h/big+bro+and+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238017838124493394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEteLiR6lI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Or-ziSavN7c/s320/big+bro+and+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; My Ass-Face pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEubkcGUnI/AAAAAAAAAV4/O1q4H72IURs/s1600-h/Daddy%27s+lil+girl+has+graduated.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238018892781474418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEubkcGUnI/AAAAAAAAAV4/O1q4H72IURs/s320/Daddy%27s+lil+girl+has+graduated.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Daddy's lil girl has made it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEdWW8QNkI/AAAAAAAAATQ/g-H6bwRSAc0/s1600-h/la+la+la+la.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238000111561225794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEdWW8QNkI/AAAAAAAAATQ/g-H6bwRSAc0/s320/la+la+la+la.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Remember the Graduation Song by Vitamin C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEdWVDsq6I/AAAAAAAAATY/oiBakMd3xsA/s1600-h/no+comment+lolz.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238000111055580066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEdWVDsq6I/AAAAAAAAATY/oiBakMd3xsA/s320/no+comment+lolz.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Haha you can only wonder what they saw....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEdWtr-LzI/AAAAAAAAATg/h2UCLcWFdVk/s1600-h/Rocker+Grad.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238000117666950962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEdWtr-LzI/AAAAAAAAATg/h2UCLcWFdVk/s320/Rocker+Grad.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Schooled in rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEdWiikr4I/AAAAAAAAATo/2HPXR90ZpkA/s1600-h/Sun+baking.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238000114674741122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEdWiikr4I/AAAAAAAAATo/2HPXR90ZpkA/s320/Sun+baking.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Sun Baked goodness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEd3v8QCAI/AAAAAAAAATw/325bYRJ2Xd4/s1600-h/sunnies.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238000685207783426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEd3v8QCAI/AAAAAAAAATw/325bYRJ2Xd4/s320/sunnies.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So what now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238000687208050882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEd33ZJsMI/AAAAAAAAAT4/aS4OI-uGguo/s320/how+to+carry+a+girl.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;How to carry a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238000686550775714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEd308cd6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/5YZac94XWyY/s320/how+not+to+carry+a+girl.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;How not to carry a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEd30WonSI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lWr2Ss5USJA/s1600-h/Vampire!.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238000686392188194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEd30WonSI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lWr2Ss5USJA/s320/Vampire!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I vill sak yuor blut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238000691210329218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEd4GTXnII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/UFxqrQ7CEug/s320/We+did+it!!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lolz one of those degree prospector pics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238001279331529074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEeaVOY8XI/AAAAAAAAAUg/pL9ZGbwN5vM/s320/bow.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Take a bow now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEeaWMDSuI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Ora5doXVt3g/s1600-h/looks+fun.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238001279590157026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEeaWMDSuI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Ora5doXVt3g/s320/looks+fun.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Kenn enjoying himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEeaeYVbzI/AAAAAAAAAUw/i9ok8cGxfKw/s1600-h/away!!!.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238001281789161266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEeaeYVbzI/AAAAAAAAAUw/i9ok8cGxfKw/s320/away!!!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id30931"&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Away!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEeaizdaNI/AAAAAAAAAU4/GfPtpkRL77A/s1600-h/does+this+go+here.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238001282976671954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEeaizdaNI/AAAAAAAAAU4/GfPtpkRL77A/s320/does+this+go+here.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Where does this go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEe5a4ZlpI/AAAAAAAAAVA/8avNqdeJUUY/s1600-h/lion+dance+troupe.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238001813425854098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEe5a4ZlpI/AAAAAAAAAVA/8avNqdeJUUY/s320/lion+dance+troupe.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The doctor is in the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEe5uaaBMI/AAAAAAAAAVI/QbJZsWC6OCw/s1600-h/cow+girl.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238001818668762306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEe5uaaBMI/AAAAAAAAAVI/QbJZsWC6OCw/s320/cow+girl.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cowgirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEe5iCXF6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/soYwe7lSvVQ/s1600-h/flasher.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238001815346681762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEe5iCXF6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/soYwe7lSvVQ/s320/flasher.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Flash flash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEe5wLT8jI/AAAAAAAAAVY/c3G0mDFwCXo/s1600-h/flasher+02.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238001819142320690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEe5wLT8jI/AAAAAAAAAVY/c3G0mDFwCXo/s320/flasher+02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Flash flash &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEe548GmSI/AAAAAAAAAVg/FExLNREkBE8/s1600-h/kickin+back+with+a+smoke.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238001821494450466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLEe548GmSI/AAAAAAAAAVg/FExLNREkBE8/s320/kickin+back+with+a+smoke.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; The Marlboro dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8350d5e86d471a6b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8350d5e86d471a6b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7091775256663411642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=7091775256663411642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/7091775256663411642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/7091775256663411642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2008/08/graduation-08-day-all-student-await.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SLETEWCujpI/AAAAAAAAARQ/JcyX0AW7XRg/s72-c/ESPRIT+ad.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-2180806571577871293</id><published>2008-07-24T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T04:05:13.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Honey honey feat Ayuse Kozue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;by SEAMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hahaha this song is so catchy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/2180806571577871293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/2180806571577871293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2008/07/honey-honey-feat-ayuse-kozue-by-seamo.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-3694747865615203260</id><published>2008-07-05T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T04:31:18.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The Life: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chapter 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well well, I've finally reach the 2nd leg of the UBER big journey of life which is none other than the one stage almost everyone spend most of their adult life in, WORKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Working was one of the last things in my list of things that I like doing. My internship days were one of the things I really didnt like because&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I had to give up precious holiday time for a month or 2 of working experience which at times I do think is pretty handy. Nevertheless, there were a few good times during the internships which made each crappy day at the internship more bareable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So here I am now with a job and surprisingly I am enthusiastic and all psyked about work everyday. No task is too small for moi and I'm pretty willing to do anything.....except cruise in the company car. After being comfy with my Devilish Transport, I just cant bare the thought of being separated from my lovely cruiser. Don't get me wrong, I'm no car jock and I dont read car mags (except for the nice models....if they have any), although I do think my car is a "she", but I just like riding in my own vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So far things have been going well. Good bosses who are supportive and making sure I'm on track (if by some arse luck my bosses read this, I am not sucking up......but do I get a raise by any chance? *Big Big Smile*), nice collegues who are petrified of me and keep addressing me as their boss (it's the tie I tell you, it has a profound effect on the overall morale and perception), a pretty decent working environment. So yeah its a good place. And I got it by sheer luck in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Heres the thing, while applying for jobs, I had to call them to even have the most remote chance of landing an interview because.....I'm a noob without my final results on paper just yet plus most companies, by my guess, at the mere sight of my CV would dismiss lil ol moi as a chingky boy who did mass comm and there would be better meat out there to choose from (I agree too, but I want the job so the rest can feth off) so there goes my CV to the side. The HR lady at Maxis was interested despite my "barely making the grade" for them. My CGPA is around 3.04 where 3 is the passing mark lolz. Well yada yada yada a few days later, I decided to call F&amp;amp;N Coca Cola (my work place) to check and ZOMG, the HR lady pushed my CV aside because there were no openings for Corp Comm. The last thing I wanna do would be anything directly related to what I studied....well I did study a lil while I was in uni....but yeah anything but what I've studied. Odd? yes, but I just dont "feel" it in that part of the field. Its like there is some greater calling that is not in that direction. Anyhoo, the HR lady then asked me to come for the interview on friday just 2 days later that week. Went in, show my thang, got the job. Still believe it was luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So despite having so little time to do my lil experiments or adventures, I think things are pretty cool and its only a matter of time before I get pretty darn good at my job, which I intend to be *Ginormous Arse Smile*, and enjoy the good life. More nights out chilling and sipping Eric's mix of that blardy good Long Island. I tip my hat to your cocktail know-how dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Another big change is my relocation to Bukit Jelutong, Shah Alam. Sorry Z, didnt write you an emo message like I did for Jinqy. A nice new place. More space for me to run around and to chase my dog with plus its a very peaceful neighbourhood too. I've even spotted three pretty girls from the house opposite mine so despite being far from the city, things are pretty good here. No pics yet to upload but will do in due time. Hope you guys get a chance to chill in my new place in time aight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So yeah, working and moved to a new place, lotsa new stuff been going on after graduation. Can't wait to see 5 years down the road. It feels like the good times are slipping by so what better than to remember the past with a few pics from the past;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SG-WkuHuTTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/JqM8qy4AhvY/s1600-h/for+the+blog+01.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219556050745576754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SG-WkuHuTTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/JqM8qy4AhvY/s320/for+the+blog+01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thats my partner in crime&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SG-WkgQ9NqI/AAAAAAAAAPI/m5kFwOk-t2M/s1600-h/for+the+blog+02.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219556047026206370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SG-WkgQ9NqI/AAAAAAAAAPI/m5kFwOk-t2M/s320/for+the+blog+02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thats me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SG-k9LfqhUI/AAAAAAAAARA/tCzzIxx9wuE/s1600-h/for+the+blog+03.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219571864110269762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SG-k9LfqhUI/AAAAAAAAARA/tCzzIxx9wuE/s320/for+the+blog+03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thats my 21st birthday gift from my scary big bro last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SG-dWBjSlSI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ai2iCMtJT2Q/s1600-h/for+the+blog+04.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219563494844831010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SG-dWBjSlSI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ai2iCMtJT2Q/s320/for+the+blog+04.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The guy whose tits is gonna be like Mickey Mouse is my Scary Big bro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SG-dWr3y-iI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UN4TiSbVlQo/s1600-h/for+the+blog+05.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219563506205129250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SG-dWr3y-iI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UN4TiSbVlQo/s320/for+the+blog+05.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thats my dad harassing the boss of Sri Karak. Don't worry, they play makan-shop-boss and robbers all the time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SG-dW-1ATxI/AAAAAAAAAPo/xLpLBeC3JTQ/s1600-h/for+the+blog+06.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219563511293693714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SG-dW-1ATxI/AAAAAAAAAPo/xLpLBeC3JTQ/s320/for+the+blog+06.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SG-dXI9JQII/AAAAAAAAAPw/_ratCaeiFQo/s1600-h/for+the+blog+07.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219563514012188802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SG-dXI9JQII/AAAAAAAAAPw/_ratCaeiFQo/s320/for+the+blog+07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lil bro during his mohawk days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SG-eJJmTUVI/AAAAAAAAAQY/wx6QUKDGpII/s1600-h/highway+star.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219564373178274130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SG-eJJmTUVI/AAAAAAAAAQY/wx6QUKDGpII/s320/highway+star.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bear, my favourite dog whom I spend my days annoying and teasing her. Sleeps like a pig, eats like a pig, farts like a pig, but cute as pup......sometimes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SG-dXfgK5aI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Sjg7nfXpIA4/s1600-h/for+the+blog+08.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219563520064677282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SG-dXfgK5aI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Sjg7nfXpIA4/s320/for+the+blog+08.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The funniest couple whom I hang out with quite abit. Kenn (long time matie from SAS) and Iris (best buttie and jedi-master-mentor). Will be cheering from the side for you two. Iris, get the Alphard, I heard its good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SG-ng_6XhyI/AAAAAAAAARI/ZRtXkeP05Fc/s1600-h/n500313501_732221_5944.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219574678499591970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SG-ng_6XhyI/AAAAAAAAARI/ZRtXkeP05Fc/s320/n500313501_732221_5944.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A very facinating girl&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SG-esGpgVmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/9L9-NjZC9ok/s1600-h/for+the+blog+12.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219564973681825378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SG-esGpgVmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/9L9-NjZC9ok/s320/for+the+blog+12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; "Most" of the Samad gang. Jinqy, Ramax, Pavitha, Angeline, Ch'ng Wei, Jae Mie, Mong, Syuen, Aipom (Good luck with the Miss Malaysia run!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SG-eIrPovLI/AAAAAAAAAQA/HmLcy2uR-ww/s1600-h/for+the+blog+09.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219564365030145202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SG-eIrPovLI/AAAAAAAAAQA/HmLcy2uR-ww/s320/for+the+blog+09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lolz Jong getting all hyped up over some lube. Get ur skinny ass back here you fething fool for a DoW/CoD 4 session kehuhu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SG-eI3akTII/AAAAAAAAAQQ/1rcu0VpvZ2Y/s1600-h/for+the+blog+11.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219564368297217154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SG-eI3akTII/AAAAAAAAAQQ/1rcu0VpvZ2Y/s320/for+the+blog+11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If you don't already know the guy in the baby blue shirt is Pei Zhong aka Z, long time matie from Samad. Japeth is the guy going brokeback on him. They had a long night....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[lolz Z, instead of being emo I thought I write you a pretty ghey part hee hee]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SG-eJIAQE7I/AAAAAAAAAQg/dABHznYTisk/s1600-h/Luuk+at+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219564372750242738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SG-eJIAQE7I/AAAAAAAAAQg/dABHznYTisk/s320/Luuk+at+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A dinosaur I met in Japan who reminded me of Ramax's "Luuk at me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There more of em which I'd like to feature but cant because I don't have pictures of em. Bring yer cameras along next time and let the camwhoring begin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-3694747865615203260?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3694747865615203260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=3694747865615203260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/3694747865615203260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/3694747865615203260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-chapter-2-well-well-ive-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SG-WkuHuTTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/JqM8qy4AhvY/s72-c/for+the+blog+01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-612726895220863278</id><published>2008-06-20T09:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T18:41:35.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Some of the sweetest and fun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;snaps of my trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Looking at these pictures at times do get me thinking about people, places, spirituality and relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvbzLPcdcI/AAAAAAAAALo/F_fLyewHSXw/s1600-h/Quality+time.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214002665848862146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvbzLPcdcI/AAAAAAAAALo/F_fLyewHSXw/s320/Quality+time.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It was one of the nicest thing I've seen at that point during my tour of the Toyota Tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvbzTPw-II/AAAAAAAAALw/8ICWA0Hjp0I/s1600-h/Couple+02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214002667997689986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvbzTPw-II/AAAAAAAAALw/8ICWA0Hjp0I/s320/Couple+02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Just as I was about to leave for the exit, this was exactly what I saw. I froze and snapped the shot. A lovely sight in my view. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvgcyYR2TI/AAAAAAAAAOI/JzC-bWjthYQ/s1600-h/falling+in+love+again.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214007778776045874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvgcyYR2TI/AAAAAAAAAOI/JzC-bWjthYQ/s320/falling+in+love+again.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Was walking around the Nagoya TV Tower and I saw this couple being all intimate and I just couldnt resist this lovely shot. I'd like to name this one "falling in love again". Don't ask why but it just seemed like one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvbzqF7IfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/9AHaLRxyz2g/s1600-h/Inari+Temple+02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214002674130428402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvbzqF7IfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/9AHaLRxyz2g/s320/Inari+Temple+02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thats the head monk of the Inari Temple and after abit of walking (3 mins plus and we were no where close to our destination which was the main chanting hall) I decided to snap some random shots of the walk way. Mind you the floor was cold and made of wood. I was blessed by the monk for a good future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvbzkPu2wI/AAAAAAAAAMI/1Vyy-JmB0eM/s1600-h/Onsen+place.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214002672560954114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvbzkPu2wI/AAAAAAAAAMI/1Vyy-JmB0eM/s320/Onsen+place.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This was the Onsen place I went to. It was a cosy place and you really get to take in nature's beauty especially when it is almost night. I think the wilderness looks extremely pristine during winter and its definitely my favourite season for many reasons hee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvdzU5axuI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Ok4amMP1Eus/s1600-h/P1020377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214004867464087266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvdzU5axuI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Ok4amMP1Eus/s320/P1020377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This was in the Takayama area during my ski camp. The pond looks awesome after it stops snowing and there was a swan swimming around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvdzmi8uwI/AAAAAAAAANA/gtOwzEUYhUE/s1600-h/Starting+the+new+year+with+a+bang.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214004872201681666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvdzmi8uwI/AAAAAAAAANA/gtOwzEUYhUE/s320/Starting+the+new+year+with+a+bang.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This was how the folks opened up to the New Year during my stay with my 2nd host. This was a small shrine like place with a bell which ppl banged twice or thrice and wished for what ever they wanted for New Year. I started my 2008 with a bang man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvdz1eIGeI/AAAAAAAAANI/y_MbPKUexh8/s1600-h/whose+your+papi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214004876207987170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvdz1eIGeI/AAAAAAAAANI/y_MbPKUexh8/s320/whose+your+papi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well nothing peculiar but with a mind like mine....anything mundane can look awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvdz2lAuAI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Lu-aGojrfZ0/s1600-h/Shady+business.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214004876505298946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvdz2lAuAI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Lu-aGojrfZ0/s320/Shady+business.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm still not sure what this shop was about but I still hold to my initial point that it is a shady place with shady stuff going down. That guy was in a suit. Pimps wears suit so I've been told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvdz0qQ6zI/AAAAAAAAANY/gtVDUe_ytYU/s1600-h/Hello!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214004875990461234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvdz0qQ6zI/AAAAAAAAANY/gtVDUe_ytYU/s320/Hello!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A regular cafe in Hamamatsu station. What was really memorable about this place is that there was two young couples just a few feet away from me (not in the pic, sorry). From my guess, I'd say they were only 15 years old and these two were carrying a back pack and a small suit case respectively and they were there for a short bit to grab something light before heading off for the train to wherever they were heading to. It was an awesome thing I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Without further delay, finally the pics I'm sure some knew I had all along. Yeap the girls. I was insanely excited when I first touched down in Japan where all the things I'd wanna do can finally turn into reality and one of em, personally observing and interacting with the girls of the place which I've been extremely fond of since I was a lil turd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFve4JNBXWI/AAAAAAAAANg/n8sVZCgNFJI/s1600-h/Jap+girl+01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214006049736056162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFve4JNBXWI/AAAAAAAAANg/n8sVZCgNFJI/s320/Jap+girl+01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Japanese girl at a temple, alone. Like her hair but terrible boots I must say. I has a thing for boots and its not a fetish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFve4Uh4mAI/AAAAAAAAANo/zWBNjOFaWQc/s1600-h/densa+onna+02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214006052776351746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFve4Uh4mAI/AAAAAAAAANo/zWBNjOFaWQc/s320/densa+onna+02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Train Girl; Night version. She was rather attractive in a plain way. Our eyes met a few times but after awhile we started feeling awkward and she pull out her pink Nintendo DS. I never saw her from that day on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFve4btJqwI/AAAAAAAAANw/cV2PaNOXg-k/s1600-h/Girlie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214006054702656258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFve4btJqwI/AAAAAAAAANw/cV2PaNOXg-k/s320/Girlie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Haha I almost missed this girl. Never know how she looked like but I'm confident she looked pretty good. If not there is always the good ol paperbag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFve4ZFoHeI/AAAAAAAAAN4/It9Qk8iFvuw/s1600-h/Takayama+Chix.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214006054000008674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFve4ZFoHeI/AAAAAAAAAN4/It9Qk8iFvuw/s320/Takayama+Chix.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Alrite minus me in the pic and the pic would have been better. I have to agree with most that she doesnt look good in the pic but off camera, and believe me, she was very pretty. A mellifluous laugh and a very sweet character. Hey I spoke to her and her boyfriend okay. It was the least I could do after she came over and posed for a pic with me. Note: I was seriously blushing at that time hee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFxbNhxuxNI/AAAAAAAAAO4/eCYaaEs9zyY/s1600-h/Densha+onna.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214142756551574738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFxbNhxuxNI/AAAAAAAAAO4/eCYaaEs9zyY/s320/Densha+onna.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; One of my all time favourite. I'm really glad the picture turned out well. I was at Nagoya station and there she was, this really cute girl standing all alone and I just had to take the shot. She looked around 18-22. Shes the original Densha Onna lolz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFve4o04gvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/fiSJVcfggpU/s1600-h/temptress.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214006058224747250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFve4o04gvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/fiSJVcfggpU/s320/temptress.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lastly the most interesting girl of all. I call her the temptress. Iris, this was the one I told you about hee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-612726895220863278?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/612726895220863278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=612726895220863278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/612726895220863278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/612726895220863278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2008/06/some-of-sweetest-and-moving-snaps-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvbzLPcdcI/AAAAAAAAALo/F_fLyewHSXw/s72-c/Quality+time.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-8993242100037515077</id><published>2008-06-20T08:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T18:36:14.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Adventure in Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I previously did do an entry on my trip in Japan but never did finish it so here (I hope) is a more complete version of my adventures during my lovely 3+ weeks in Japan;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvR2Vt_s-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/iHOHqxWy-uc/s1600-h/2nd+host+fam+01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213991725084685282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvR2Vt_s-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/iHOHqxWy-uc/s320/2nd+host+fam+01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My 2nd host's son and grand kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvR2v2SIHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-8lBJ8MWs84/s1600-h/2nd+host+fam+02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213991732098769010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvR2v2SIHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-8lBJ8MWs84/s320/2nd+host+fam+02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2nd host Mr Ozawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvR2rZ7DwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/q0lcFD2Bu3w/s1600-h/Tempt+Host+dad+in+Toyota+tower.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213991730906074882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvR2rZ7DwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/q0lcFD2Bu3w/s320/Tempt+Host+dad+in+Toyota+tower.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My temporary host, Mr Katou. I tried being a lil artsy fartsy. Hope its fartsy enough for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvR2gHgcBI/AAAAAAAAAJg/BXtQx6OgHeQ/s1600-h/Kenji.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213991727876042770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvR2gHgcBI/AAAAAAAAAJg/BXtQx6OgHeQ/s320/Kenji.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Host bro, Kenji. He's getting married this month! Hopes he gets my foongy-fied wedding card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvR2_A1Q6I/AAAAAAAAAJo/gSW9JVQwCiI/s1600-h/Host+parents+%2B+Yusuke.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213991736169546658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvR2_A1Q6I/AAAAAAAAAJo/gSW9JVQwCiI/s320/Host+parents+%2B+Yusuke.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;First host parents and Yusuke, the youngest in the family of 3 boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFxZSK2fxLI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aGXkVeD7JLU/s1600-h/Osaka+Morning.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214140637273638066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFxZSK2fxLI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aGXkVeD7JLU/s320/Osaka+Morning.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Good morning Osaka!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFxZScnLU9I/AAAAAAAAAOg/MbQfmd8jJpA/s1600-h/lil+kid.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214140642041222098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFxZScnLU9I/AAAAAAAAAOg/MbQfmd8jJpA/s320/lil+kid.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cute lil kid who goes everywhere with his stuffed toy. He was uber cute in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFxZSjwqYbI/AAAAAAAAAOo/jwrgiFO92oQ/s1600-h/Lodging.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214140643960054194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFxZSjwqYbI/AAAAAAAAAOo/jwrgiFO92oQ/s320/Lodging.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvTla9fe3I/AAAAAAAAAKY/4zLQzQ4Z9fA/s1600-h/A+night+in+Osaka.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213993633457339250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvTla9fe3I/AAAAAAAAAKY/4zLQzQ4Z9fA/s320/A+night+in+Osaka.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The night life in Osaka. Love hotels, pachinkos everywhere and one heck of a town to visit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvTlXAa2_I/AAAAAAAAAKg/OatPvIxnzM4/s1600-h/Inari.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213993632395877362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvTlXAa2_I/AAAAAAAAAKg/OatPvIxnzM4/s320/Inari.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A monument of foxes and humans dancing outside the train station in Toyokawa. The town's mascot is a fox. The Japanese worship them as gods at one time because of their guile&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and sly ways which is believed to bring prosperity. I like foxes too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvS0ua3C_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/l3EiZLxcPK8/s1600-h/Inari+Temple.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213992796867202034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvS0ua3C_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/l3EiZLxcPK8/s320/Inari+Temple.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Toyokawa Inari. One of the many famous temples people flock to during new year's eve and new year. I heard crowds come in by the thousands to the point its like a friggin stampede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFxZSEdvH3I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/JUnJyQeMWdE/s1600-h/small+shrine+in+gamagori.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214140635559174002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFxZSEdvH3I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/JUnJyQeMWdE/s320/small+shrine+in+gamagori.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; A small shrine in Gamagori town. Quite an attraction it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFxZSu06ITI/AAAAAAAAAOw/TtuMqVbupNg/s1600-h/god%27s+intervention.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214140646930653490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFxZSu06ITI/AAAAAAAAAOw/TtuMqVbupNg/s320/god%27s+intervention.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Something divine I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvS0tlP9dI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/3gNbGG5BSIQ/s1600-h/Hard+rock+girlies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213992796642342354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvS0tlP9dI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/3gNbGG5BSIQ/s320/Hard+rock+girlies.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hard Rock Osaka. Gotta love the lively and adorable staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvS0roZEZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/0SsXg2cNuK0/s1600-h/Nagoya+city+laser.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvS01F01kI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/inxVr2tJ8tk/s1600-h/Hospital.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213992798658025026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvS01F01kI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/inxVr2tJ8tk/s320/Hospital.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hospital. Wanted to enter but host mum didnt think it was a good idea cause I might catch something in there. I'm pretty tough ya noe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvTltl5qII/AAAAAAAAAKo/D-yAZ4aa_dg/s1600-h/Nagoya+city+laser.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213993638458665090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvTltl5qII/AAAAAAAAAKo/D-yAZ4aa_dg/s320/Nagoya+city+laser.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nagoya City. Awesome place and one of the places I intend to visit again. This picture was taken from the television tower in the middle of the town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvTluNSC_I/AAAAAAAAAKw/Zw7oVIWrGyw/s1600-h/Terrorist+again.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213993638623841266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvTluNSC_I/AAAAAAAAAKw/Zw7oVIWrGyw/s320/Terrorist+again.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Toyota centre. Thats me attempting to hijack the uber slick lexus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvTljSBjhI/AAAAAAAAAK4/r2Vcipm1QjY/s1600-h/Gotta+love+them+ads.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213993635690941970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvTljSBjhI/AAAAAAAAAK4/r2Vcipm1QjY/s320/Gotta+love+them+ads.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I love riding in their trains and one of the reasons is clearly presented to you in plain sight. Haha you'd love their bright and visually appeasing ads too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvUIOtw5oI/AAAAAAAAALA/erGhvZhiCCE/s1600-h/Curry+soup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213994231465567874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvUIOtw5oI/AAAAAAAAALA/erGhvZhiCCE/s320/Curry+soup.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now I aint really sure what it was at first and as you can see, it looks like a bull's dong but actually is beef and nowhere near it's euu euu parts. Plus this dish is called a curry soup which was as spicy as putting a lil pinch of pepper into your noodle....but not to the Japanese. It's like a nuke for most of em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvUIIIEu1I/AAAAAAAAALI/R8ataWZyDgM/s1600-h/Birdie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213994229696871250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvUIIIEu1I/AAAAAAAAALI/R8ataWZyDgM/s320/Birdie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Very nice bird. Don't know what species it is and never bothered to find out. But it one nice bird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvUIZ9U1JI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Oi8O1MQ4Eig/s1600-h/Mount+Fuji.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213994234483627154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvUIZ9U1JI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Oi8O1MQ4Eig/s320/Mount+Fuji.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I thought Mount Fuji be a lot bigger buuut.....guess I'm a lot bigger. Larger than life and twice as loud buahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvUIRN-0lI/AAAAAAAAALY/RABUo1uAJJw/s1600-h/Momo-chan+01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213994232137568850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvUIRN-0lI/AAAAAAAAALY/RABUo1uAJJw/s320/Momo-chan+01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;One of my many pictures of my temporary host's dog Momo. Its a shiga which is only available in Japan. Sorry Angeline, I guess you gotta move to Japan if you want one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvUIYEXPlI/AAAAAAAAALg/uXMSGtST6qk/s1600-h/SMASH!!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213994233976274514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvUIYEXPlI/AAAAAAAAALg/uXMSGtST6qk/s320/SMASH!!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ah the mochi pounding thing! They do it during New Year to make Mochi (imagine glutinous rice in a dough form and uber tough to chew) and it comes in lotsa colours. Very chewy but an interesting....thing. Oh the process is also fun to do.....just mash the mochi....well that was what I did hee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvS0_GQ1QI/AAAAAAAAAKI/8oDHoc3xAUY/s1600-h/Sand+dune.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213992801344214274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvS0_GQ1QI/AAAAAAAAAKI/8oDHoc3xAUY/s320/Sand+dune.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It was rather odd to find something like this in Japan but apparently Hamamatsu is the only place in Japan with a friggin sand dune( I think there might be another....). Awesome and unbelievable. Hamamatsu is also the best place to go to for the best eel dishes Japan has to offer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-8993242100037515077?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8993242100037515077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=8993242100037515077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/8993242100037515077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/8993242100037515077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2008/06/adventure-in-japan-i-previously-did-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SFvR2Vt_s-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/iHOHqxWy-uc/s72-c/2nd+host+fam+01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-7429023544955398041</id><published>2008-06-17T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T09:03:33.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The Little Pleasures in Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;After a day at work. I come home to my cosy house relaxing my pumped up body with a short excersize followed by a hot shower. After all that, I make myself a chilled cup of Ribena and kick back on the bed, pull out my book and run thru the texts for a leisure read after dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;At that moment it hit me. Despite my rancour for such labour at early hours of the day, I think it is well worth it because without the annoying 6.30am wake up call and the working world, I would still be ignorant and unaware of the beauty and pleasures life has. I'm pretty sure such moments exist in your everyday life too and you've encountered it many times before but never taken it in fully. Pleasure goes unnoticed and unappreciated when we lack hardship in our life which is the basic principle of balance in our universe. You know the yin yang stuff and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Life's good and I'm sure having an awesome time ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-7429023544955398041?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7429023544955398041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=7429023544955398041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/7429023544955398041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/7429023544955398041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-pleasures-in-life-after-day-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-7181947457459135017</id><published>2008-06-17T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T08:51:39.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;UBER AWESOME QUOTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"You know whats the difference between "Sensual" and "Kinky"? Sensual is when you stroke a feather on her skin. Kinky is when you use the whole bird."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;                                                                                      -Ben Lee-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This is some fething good shiet. I should have went into BioTech too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-7181947457459135017?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7181947457459135017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=7181947457459135017' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/7181947457459135017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/7181947457459135017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2008/06/uber-awesome-quote-you-know-whats.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-4913537497786445685</id><published>2008-06-12T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T10:54:06.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;A Grim Thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I've pondered about it many times before. I bet even you had. Heck I'm pretty confident everyone had considered once in their life how will they die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Will it be in an accident (going with a bang indeed), will it be the environment that gets you first (global warming, super volcano, solar flares going nutz...yeap we're screwed), or the one which all of us wants, die peacefully in your sleep. Well like the famous saying goes "the only things certain in life are tax and death" but what I'm more interested in is the HOW part not the WHEN since the end is already certain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HOW I'd like to die? Most definitely in bed peacefully. Sure as hell wouldnt wanna die while shagging (Die Hard indeed) and sure as hell dont intend on dying while I travel cause I really hate when things abruptly comes to an end before we get to the good stuff (potong stim sial!) worst is you die while transiting on a plane. People will be cursing you as you go on to the afterlife. Another way I'd like to go would be probably gun blazing if war engulfed the world. Glory stuff ya know. I've always fancied heroics since I was a kiddy and why not since you already going, give the enemy hell or at least make the fight a lil easier for the other kiddies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Since we're on the topic of death let me bring this to your attention by the way. Ya know how you see soldiers in the movies (Saving Private Ryan) gets shot and fall down lazily? Well thats exactly what it's like getting shot and dying. And one thing most do not know (except for a few who has heard me say this already) is that, these soldiers actually soil themselves when they die. Reason? Well your nerve system just shuts down and if you still remember your biology, your medula oblongata controls the defecation. Yeap the shitting process. So with all this coming to a halt, your colon basicly gives way and presto! you've soiled yourself. Now what I'm getting at is this. Do we shit ourselves when we die? If we do, then no matter how pretty we're dress, how youthful we remain (botox *corny wink*), or how perfect you intend to part from this lovely world....you'll still mess it up. Heck I'll definitely soil a million dollar bed if its the last thing I do. And I'd wear my most expensive suit too....just for kicks too hee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;One thing in relation to this talk of death I'd like to share is from my all time favourite author Paulo Coelho. Take from "Like The Flowing River", a sentence that constantly rings in my head for the past hour is one that goes along the line of "live everyday like it is your last.....". I'm sure you've heard it before but oddly something about the way it was written in the book that makes it a lot more profound. Just give it a thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A lil grim and unusual entry for my blog buuuuut I think it'd spice my monotonous blog a lil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oh dudes and dudettes, do check out kung fu panda in cinemas near you and also if your making a request on Hitz.FM, try out Aural Joint's - Away. Its their single and it awesome stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-4913537497786445685?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4913537497786445685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=4913537497786445685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/4913537497786445685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/4913537497786445685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2008/06/grim-thought-ive-pondered-about-it-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-1679665674756123815</id><published>2008-06-05T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T02:08:10.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;UBER FUN ENTRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Click on Jinqy's blog link on my list of blog links for a very entertaining reading experience. It's light and something you dont get to read very often. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Bugger you sure know how to come back with a BANG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-1679665674756123815?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1679665674756123815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=1679665674756123815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/1679665674756123815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/1679665674756123815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2008/06/uber-fun-entry-click-on-jinqys-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-5054324153656304092</id><published>2008-06-05T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T01:58:02.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The End Of The Project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;He punched towards the clouds triumphantly. He softly muttered "Oh Yeah" with all the coolness he can muster. He roam the streets of PEHTEHLING JAHYAH in his Devilish Red Transporter carrying on with his usual daily routine of scouring for food at mid-day with his partner in crime. Awaking from his slumber, he proceed to freshen himself not before conducting a "thorough" butt scratching. Sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To complete his acceptance into the covenant of the Refreshing-Beverage Gods He had to give his blood, purify his sight by the Sisterhood of All-The-Bright-Things-You-Can-Think-Of, and piss in a lil cup....without aiming.....well it was his choice to begin with. Cheeky fellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;He sometimes ponder on the many wonders that happen around him like how does nature regenerate its destroyed forests, how do people triumph when things seem so grim and hopeless, who the heck made the dildo and flashlight....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And Bla Bla bla. Hahaha now that was fun. Well the last 3 paragraph is some of the few things that has been happening in during my 6 weeks holiday project. It got a little too fun and I decided to extend it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;*Note: From this point on, all curses with be refered to as feth. Adopted from Dan Abnett's Gaunt's Ghosts series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So what exactly have I been doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Reading - Over engrossed with all my readings, I cover approximately 150 pages of reading a day, and if I get a lil too into my readings, I can even cover a whooping 200+ pages in one sitting. Most of my readings are the Warhammer 40K novels namely the Imperial Guard novels. The Gaunt's Ghost series which contain 11 novels and I've bought the first 7 of it. Engaging plots, colourful characters, and mindblowing twists, how can you not want to read more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gaming - Hell yeah. No holiday is complete without gaming. Apart from Xenosaga III which is at a hold for the moment Soulstorm is DA GAME of the moment. Doing the campaign which is filled with challenging AI and yeah this is a good chance to apply some of my tactics I've read about and hell it works wonder in the battlefield. But it is a virtual battlefield so some other unorthodox tactics do work too, like tossing a female saint almost 2 stories tall into the middle of the enemy's fort and wreck havoc bahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Excersizing - Gotta keep the testosteron high and mighty. A "slightly" new routine that helps keep the muscles supple and the body in shape. Kendo classes is to train my scream-of-death and for the cardo nature of the sport. Almost got hit by a small and rather adorable girl during practice because I seem like one big juicy target who can take lotsa lashing and her hits are pretty hard. Sexciting indeed huh. Come July and I'll be sitting for my Kendo test wooohooo and then comes the armour, 9 kilos in total of groin, body (excluding the under-arm area), and head gear. Whats another 9 to my existing 105 kilos. Peanuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pondering - yeah all the marvels of the universe and the lil itsy bitsy things on the planet is being considered thoroughly in the coconut that is my brain even possible future business plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Future plans - Take up shooting as a sport. Piss me off and I'll pop you arse full of lead you fething slugs. Create fire with a flint, How to make a love-shack in 2 hours, How to hide like Rambo, How to steal a spacecraft, Can-I-get-an-alien-chix-laid in 20 minutes, Upgrade your ESP in 10 days, Whip like Indiana Jones, 10 steps to being an Alpha male, How to Avoid being pussy whipped, Tantric wordplay (Wordplay, Its like foreplay but with words....this is my own corny line bahaha and certified by Fatt), Feel the Vibe!.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well my lil fun project is about to end but it has been fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It is kinna awkward moving from one phase to another in life, awhile ago I was a student and before I knew it I'm entering employment. Feth life does travel at lightspeed and it is too short (unless you live for 2 centuries) to be suffering for. So hope you all are also living a fulfilling and awesome life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SEep00Oo4qI/AAAAAAAAAI4/kcLeE9z9h3A/s1600-h/6580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208318218915603106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SEep00Oo4qI/AAAAAAAAAI4/kcLeE9z9h3A/s320/6580.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah, Laying the smack down!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SEep1EOo4rI/AAAAAAAAAJA/QslSX6PTT5Y/s1600-h/richardsmf3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208318223210570418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SEep1EOo4rI/AAAAAAAAAJA/QslSX6PTT5Y/s320/richardsmf3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When I grow old, I wanna be as cool as him baahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-5054324153656304092?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5054324153656304092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=5054324153656304092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/5054324153656304092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/5054324153656304092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2008/06/end-of-project-he-punched-towards.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SEep00Oo4qI/AAAAAAAAAI4/kcLeE9z9h3A/s72-c/6580.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-6569274260367405438</id><published>2008-04-26T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T21:19:05.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Good ol' holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Woooohoooo finally finished my latest read, The Life-Giving Sword, by Yagyu Munenori. Feel very Zen and I'm itching to potong someone or something.....kehuhu kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been such a great day. Asides from being sick, did an awesome birthday surprise as always by getting mum an oh-so-foong prezzie which should fatten my mum by a kilo or two hee hee. 7 slices of cakes for 7 days from BakerZin tee hee. All this while everyone went out. So ninja man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well asides from that, my long awaited Ciaphas Cain novels are here!!!! Can finally pick up where I last stopped. Solid story, farney humour, action PACKED!!, and a lil romance.....in a very realistic military way (just an opinion hee hee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, time to Xenosaga. Clocked in 61 hours plus edi and I got slightly more than half of the Ulti weapons hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the lastest anime I'm hooked to is the awesome Soul Eater. Already at episode 3 and I'm going nutz waiting for the next episode which should in next thursday.....die leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SBM8DiFBXcI/AAAAAAAAAIo/JOUOQAyh6EM/s1600-h/LGSB.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193560826673454530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SBM8DiFBXcI/AAAAAAAAAIo/JOUOQAyh6EM/s320/LGSB.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SBM8DyFBXdI/AAAAAAAAAIw/5knTa3CshkM/s1600-h/wallpaper_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193560830968421842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SBM8DyFBXdI/AAAAAAAAAIw/5knTa3CshkM/s320/wallpaper_1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-6569274260367405438?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6569274260367405438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=6569274260367405438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/6569274260367405438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/6569274260367405438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-ol-holiday-woooohoooo-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SBM8DiFBXcI/AAAAAAAAAIo/JOUOQAyh6EM/s72-c/LGSB.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-2522844235513706829</id><published>2008-04-22T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T21:01:43.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Xenosaga III: Also Sparch Zarathustra and my other bumming adventures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well I've finally whip out my long slumbering Ps2 for one last game and what a way to end all this with the final installment to the Xenosaga series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the disc to the 2nd series was no longer working so I actually missed out quite abit of the story and action despite the "summary" available in the 3rd game. In Xenosaga the story is da bomb and I gotta say the gameplay too has improved quite abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I'm uber happy about is the memories I had while playing the first Xenosaga and how I'd talk about the blue chix and continuously go on about it to Jin Ning till he occasionally burst into one of his salmo-rage and say something with BIG ENGLISH WORDS, I don't understand em half the time. Yes I'm also glad to see the blue chix again after so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today, I checked in more than 30 hours of gameplay over the past week of gaming and still got a lil more to go before the last stage. Or I could be rather close to the final stage. And one of the mini-games in Xenosaga 3 that I must say is rather difficult and addictive (I don't usually like the mini games BUT this one is awesome) is HaKox which is box in Japanese with an X to end it. Mind twisting is all I got to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this gaming with the Ps2 is very nostalgic for me as I grew up with game consoles and a low-spec desktop while most of my frens had high-spec desktop and no game console. Brings back good old memories of the high school days where I would GLADLY put off my revision and game (Form 1. FFXIII. Mid-year exam) and all those chats with Salmo-Nigga, Baburian, and Z about games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well asides from Xenosaga 3 and my nostalgic moments, I've been bumming around, reading quite abit, and doing tarots and I think;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I Finally Understand The Cards!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well the reading is all about me so....anyhoo the predictions do seem to be taking place and I can't wait to see how it turns out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;VERY EXCITE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SA6v4yFBXaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/SCb3L8_u4Xk/s1600-h/Tarots.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192280810455129506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SA6v4yFBXaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/SCb3L8_u4Xk/s320/Tarots.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I guess this is all of the tarots...some of the pictures are pretty awesome but some are farney....like the devil....is like the lovers card with a horny devil in the back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SA6v5CFBXbI/AAAAAAAAAIg/vkHCGa_rkhE/s1600-h/img_4_119_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192280814750096818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SA6v5CFBXbI/AAAAAAAAAIg/vkHCGa_rkhE/s320/img_4_119_1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My wallpaper...KOS-MOS aka Blue Chix&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-2522844235513706829?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2522844235513706829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=2522844235513706829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/2522844235513706829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/2522844235513706829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2008/04/xenosaga-iii-also-sparch-zarathustra.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/SA6v4yFBXaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/SCb3L8_u4Xk/s72-c/Tarots.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-1618937016969176927</id><published>2008-04-13T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T12:23:15.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Chicken' N Waffles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well after a few weeks of "observation" I can positively say that I am nutz about Fried Chicken and Waffles. Yes been having em quite abit in the last few weeks. And some onion rings on the side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This insatiable craving for the oh-so-juicy fried chicken started shortly after the final psycho class where after a round of oh-so-juicy fried chicken mum made, I couldnt stop wanting more chicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then came the waffles. This was coincidentally too where lil bro and myself stopped at A&amp;amp;W at 1am late one night for supper. The sight of that oh-so-sweet waffles just made feel that I had to have it. Couple days later, A&amp;amp;W again with lil bro and yeah waffles again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Until today, I still cant get the oh-so-juicy taste of fried chicken out of my head and after much thought about my chicken and waffles, I wonder why hasnt anyone actually brough in Roscoe's into Malaysia. They do serve some kick ass fried chicken and waffles so I've heard. Some checking also say they are located in 5 parts in the whole of Amedica. Well who knows in a year or two I might my lil fingers on them oh-so-juicy fried chicin and oh-so-sweet waffles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Asides from that, been drowning myself in books even before the psycho test ended and havent stop since then and just when I thought my supply of good ol' anime was running dry, whooopeedooo a whole new line-up of em just came out. UBER cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Attended that career fair in MV 2 weeks ago and lolz its was absolutely hilarious and I gotta say job hunting aint what I thought it would be. Yeah its a pain to prep oh-so-nicely my CVs but its does carry lotsa weight. Well asides from that the wait time is pretty good. Gives you time to do your own thing or in my case, find new places with good ol-fried chicken and new ways to annoy my dog along with my trusty side kick, lil bro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oh Jap level 8 test is up tomorrow bahahaha and I've hardly study for it and the best part about it, I have to write a friggin essay kahahahha awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Quite a way to start my day, blogging about my fried chicken craving. Oh great and this test on facebook says I'm touchy feely.....wtf I dont go around touching girls and guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-1618937016969176927?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1618937016969176927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=1618937016969176927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/1618937016969176927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/1618937016969176927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2008/04/chicken-n-waffles-well-after-few-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-3613307109414501953</id><published>2008-03-22T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T09:39:06.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Let's Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The long and monotonous routine of uni has finally come to an end (discounting the psycho exam later in April) and what better way then to dance it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It's been almost forever since I last hit the club and last nite's brief "booty-shaking" at laundry was such a relief to this fun-deprived bones. Music was good, crowd was good (the "circle" was very nice....even did the mel-brookes so yeah it was pretty hot), unfortunately I didn't drink. I finally realized the power of drinking-before-dancing as the dance felt.....rusty. Man talk about lubricating these bones man. Anyhoo, yesterday was the first time I hit the dance floor with Praxie (happy birthday again dude and hope that "lil box" will do you good), Tania and Audrey and it was just great. The best part about the evening was hee hee Audrey dancing with one of Praxie's fren which made me do the mel-brookes. It was awesome and that is all I'm saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well asides from that, finally started on the prequal to the Ciaphas Cain series. Glued to it everyday. It's ganja mun. I think I have to study for something.....can't recall what.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CVs are flying out and I'm so meticulious about every part of the CV and email....feels like it's gonna get screwed up. Anyhoo 5 down and a dozen or more to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ah yeah, took a puri-kura with Eric, Audrey and Tania while waiting for the fashionably late birthday boy and boy it was fun....too bad my Japanese is as rusty as my fun-bone but with a lil more practice at the puri-kura parlour, I'm confident my poser/kawaii-ness will be A-class in no time so if anyone wanna try puri-kura just buzz me. Audrey, I want a small piece of the picture ya, preferably the one with me as a doggie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Some pics I went gaga over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R-U1VlXDrgI/AAAAAAAAAIE/qfdVHdDj06Y/s1600-h/78150_scarlettjohannson_sherylnields2006_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180605591281970690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R-U1VlXDrgI/AAAAAAAAAIE/qfdVHdDj06Y/s320/78150_scarlettjohannson_sherylnields2006_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R-U1WFXDrhI/AAAAAAAAAIM/7Ek4JSZOdJU/s1600-h/78151_scarlettjohannson_sherylnields2006_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180605599871905298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R-U1WFXDrhI/AAAAAAAAAIM/7Ek4JSZOdJU/s320/78151_scarlettjohannson_sherylnields2006_03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-3613307109414501953?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3613307109414501953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=3613307109414501953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/3613307109414501953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/3613307109414501953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2008/03/lets-dance-long-and-monotonous-routine.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R-U1VlXDrgI/AAAAAAAAAIE/qfdVHdDj06Y/s72-c/78150_scarlettjohannson_sherylnields2006_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-8496625745118700689</id><published>2008-02-05T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T20:21:42.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Chinese New Year + Camp flashback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Heya!! 2008 is in and Chinese New Year is already here. Wooohoooo. Time does pass really quick and during these busy and hectic times I often go think about my days in Japan, especially the camp, because it was absolute fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I've gone wild on the pics since my connection is unusually fast and the following&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; are some of the pics I took at camp which I believe will entertain cha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Enjoy the pics and have a Happy Chinese New Year peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6kurLo15VI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Gwxq60RAqsY/s1600-h/Gangbang.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163709767150331218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6kurLo15VI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Gwxq60RAqsY/s320/Gangbang.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And girls are asking for equality. This is 3 v 1 and he was already frightened and cornered. Poor Takuji.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6kurbo15WI/AAAAAAAAAHc/saukh4_zQIk/s1600-h/gangbang+part+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163709771445298530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6kurbo15WI/AAAAAAAAAHc/saukh4_zQIk/s320/gangbang+part+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;He's caught and cornered. Guess he given up hope. Chris and myself had to abandon him to the girls or our guyness will be compromised. Good luck dude and may god have mercy on your soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6kurro15XI/AAAAAAAAAHk/fr9u7aecIKc/s1600-h/gangbang+part+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163709775740265842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6kurro15XI/AAAAAAAAAHk/fr9u7aecIKc/s320/gangbang+part+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Britney spear - gimme more&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;See Elaine, I told you I was a good boy. The girls were the naughty ones not me.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6kuW7o15QI/AAAAAAAAAGs/2V5o5tJT688/s1600-h/Vegemite.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163709419257980162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6kuW7o15QI/AAAAAAAAAGs/2V5o5tJT688/s320/Vegemite.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Lorinda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Power to vegemite"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6kuW7o15RI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Jp6VUCzKc4E/s1600-h/Empty+hall+way.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163709419257980178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6kuW7o15RI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Jp6VUCzKc4E/s320/Empty+hall+way.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You should have seen the hallway after curfew....friggin scary and I didnt dare to snap a pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6kuXLo15SI/AAAAAAAAAG8/1qSJj78QG08/s1600-h/Nami.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163709423552947490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6kuXLo15SI/AAAAAAAAAG8/1qSJj78QG08/s320/Nami.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nami-san....big boss at the camp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6kuXbo15TI/AAAAAAAAAHE/qu7_VGrKkCw/s1600-h/Fireplace.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163709427847914802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6kuXbo15TI/AAAAAAAAAHE/qu7_VGrKkCw/s320/Fireplace.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Free time and everyone was chilling near the fire doing their thang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6kuXro15UI/AAAAAAAAAHM/wb822qcORb8/s1600-h/Shinji.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163709432142882114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6kuXro15UI/AAAAAAAAAHM/wb822qcORb8/s320/Shinji.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shinji-san....he's the cool camp staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6ksh7o15LI/AAAAAAAAAGE/SWF8iv4rutQ/s1600-h/Free+time+again.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163707409213285554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6ksh7o15LI/AAAAAAAAAGE/SWF8iv4rutQ/s320/Free+time+again.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This is how the Chris and Ashley chilled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6kzJLo15aI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Ht7f7Ub-rLs/s1600-h/chilling+out+man.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163714680592917922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6kzJLo15aI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Ht7f7Ub-rLs/s320/chilling+out+man.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This was how the Malaysians and Japanese chilled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I chilled my way....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6ksh7o15MI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YNnKnFZFLsk/s1600-h/Just+married.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163707409213285570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6ksh7o15MI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YNnKnFZFLsk/s320/Just+married.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Awww don't we look good together....as a pair of normal guys with no better pose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Elaine this was for a good picture....for friendship sake. Guys do stuff like that all the time and its absolutely normal. I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6ksiLo15NI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QaPqVqVNBnY/s1600-h/Down+hill+mannn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163707413508252882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6ksiLo15NI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QaPqVqVNBnY/s320/Down+hill+mannn.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I came from the top and heading down that ravene....sexciting.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6ksi7o15PI/AAAAAAAAAGk/nWBk2rK1FCQ/s1600-h/Masa+and+moi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163707426393154802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6ksi7o15PI/AAAAAAAAAGk/nWBk2rK1FCQ/s320/Masa+and+moi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It's only us cool dudes....Masa-Foong team!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6kqzro15GI/AAAAAAAAAFc/59wYIbvJCtU/s1600-h/Tero-san.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163705515132707938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6kqzro15GI/AAAAAAAAAFc/59wYIbvJCtU/s320/Tero-san.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Durkha Durkha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6kqz7o15HI/AAAAAAAAAFk/XHMOjjSy1as/s1600-h/Ice+Chixs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163705519427675250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6kqz7o15HI/AAAAAAAAAFk/XHMOjjSy1as/s320/Ice+Chixs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Snow-fight!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6kqz7o15II/AAAAAAAAAFs/kRRKB3tLNL4/s1600-h/Lookie+what+we+got+here.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163705519427675266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6kqz7o15II/AAAAAAAAAFs/kRRKB3tLNL4/s320/Lookie+what+we+got+here.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;illow fight!! Wooohoooo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6kq0Lo15JI/AAAAAAAAAF0/dzjzBzyhQbY/s1600-h/Yeah!!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163705523722642578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6kq0Lo15JI/AAAAAAAAAF0/dzjzBzyhQbY/s320/Yeah!!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lorinda, Ivy, Ashley, Chris and Yong Bao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6kq0bo15KI/AAAAAAAAAF8/wUCEHB6l2nI/s1600-h/Yatta.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163705528017609890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6kq0bo15KI/AAAAAAAAAF8/wUCEHB6l2nI/s320/Yatta.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Going all yatta!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6kyqLo15YI/AAAAAAAAAHs/7lVxefSMqWw/s1600-h/They+has+tv+in+the+classroom+man.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163714148016973186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6kyqLo15YI/AAAAAAAAAHs/7lVxefSMqWw/s320/They+has+tv+in+the+classroom+man.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;They have a frigging flat-screen LCD tv in the blardy classroom....we definitely need one in every classroom back in Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6kyqbo15ZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/J0y34GY3HDU/s1600-h/The+end.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163714152311940498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6kyqbo15ZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/J0y34GY3HDU/s320/The+end.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Stay tuned for my next entry titled "Gamagori Adventure!" only on foongyboy.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-8496625745118700689?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8496625745118700689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=8496625745118700689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/8496625745118700689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/8496625745118700689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2008/02/chinese-new-year-camp-flashback-heya.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R6kurLo15VI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Gwxq60RAqsY/s72-c/Gangbang.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-1812764867712370829</id><published>2008-01-07T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T02:48:21.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Shinnen Akemashite Omedetogozaimasu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A happy new year to everyone and I hope you ended the previous year loudly and started the new one with a bang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The last few weeks of 2007 was just marvellous. Finally had the chance to go to Japan, the country I have wanted to visit since I was young, and the entire experience was well worth the time and money. Even my mum said so hee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I saw so much, went so many places and met so many people and it was awesome. There will be subsequent updates on my many adventures in Japan but at the moment I will just stick with a general summary of some of the events that I exp-ed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;First off would be the camp. The first four days of the trip was a Winter camp where we spent the first night in a hotel in Nagoya city where at the hotel we were given a crash course on Japanese culture. Did some calligraphy, flower arrangement and tea ceremony. Very fun indeed. The crappy part was we were running around doing all those stuff that we didnt have time to shower until around 6pm (we arrived in Japan at 7 in the morning) and left at 9.30pm the day before. So after 23 hours without a shower i finally had my first refreshing shower. It was winter and you dont sweat or smell so its okie not to shower but I like my showers. At night we had some free time and we were allow to wonder some parts of Nagoya city with a YEOB as our guide. Had the chance to chat up one of the girl YEOB by the name of Nami. Fun girl and look forward to seeing her again. At this point I was a lil shy (I think) due to that blasted allergy on my eye which made me very scary....like I've just been punch. Managed to create a good impression on the LIONS members with the speech and made an acquaintance with some of the YEs from Croatia, NZ, Aussie, and Italy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The next day we headed to the ski camp and this time only 5 YEOBs with several Lion members and an interpretor was with us. The camp was awesome as we grew closer with more talking and Ivy (My good fren from Croatia) had this interesting psychology test which involved 4 coloured doors and boy it fun to do. She found my answers to 2 of the doors very good and she liked those answers tee hee. We visited Takayama city the day after we arrived and it was awesome as the streets were lined with traditional japanese houses and one of these houses was a dental clinic hee hee. Snow was falling in huge sizes and along with Chris (the aussie dude with super curly hair) we ate falling snow!! haha fun indeed. Ah and I got to take a picture of this two couple who was shopping at the shop I was in as they were leaving and after snapping their pic, the girl (a rather pretty one I think) came over to me and put her umbrella over me and asked her BF to take our pic. Absolutely understand what Rihanna meant now hee hee. After some shopping and all we headed back and tried on our ski gear before preping for the presentation. After the short presentation, we had our dinner and went for our bath. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Okay bathing at the Youth Centre was quite an xp too. It was a public bath (unfortunately it wasnt a mix bath....fuuks) and yeah it was quite the sausage fest but oddly it never did bother me that much after I pulled the last of my clothing off and headed for the shower. At first most of the fellers were shy but after 10 mins....GOD guys were running in the bath. So I sat in the huge tub soaking in the warmth of the water along with 8 other guys. Felt like a big ape....not really sure why too. Later that evening, I joined the some of the YEs chilling the night away out infront of the camp in my ski pants and my shirt playing snow and all. It was negative 4 but oddly I felt the temperature was just nice. Threw a few balls, dump a load of ice onto Kumiko just to see her cute/angry reaction which just made her extra cute, and got gangbang by few guys as they toss bolder size balls at me. Not fun. Then Lorinda (aussie chix who curses in a cool and smooth way) made her long awaited snow transvestite. It had boobs but I couldnt see if it had a ding dong cause it was pretty dark. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The following day was all skiing hahaha awesome. Until the end, I could never stand back up with my skis on but I never had to worry about that at the end tee hee. Practice got us all used to some of the basic must-knows of skiing (like standing back up with your skis on which i failed to hahaha) and it was rather simple. Lotsa braking at that point but it was good practice. Some got hurt pretty bad as Lori had twisted her ankle badly and of our Malaysian YEs too sprained her knee but it wasnt too bad. Ivy lost her ring which was given by her BF and frantically searched for it thru out the practice time and she did manage to find it at the end. Heard that Shinji, the kakkoi Norikura guy, told her before she found her ring, that everything would be alright and for some reason she felt better and as she made her way back from the practice ground to the entrance, just 10 feet from the snow-trannie, was her ring. When she found her ring, everyone in the cafeteria was jumping for joy and was reliefed that she found her ring. People tend to stick together when they are in a foreign place I reckon. She ate lunch with her usual big big warm smile and told me about the history of the ring. Absolutely sweet history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;After lunch we went for the real skiing hahaha. Slopes were friggin steep and lotsa people were falling down hahaha. I was excited and thrilled as I looked down the mountain which I see a steep fall for several kilometres. We took small trail down the mountain which was rather steep and hahaha I was excitez. There were 2 slopes before we got down to the bottom of the mountain and somehow I never fell. Loved it. Then the big one came, it all down hill and after I launched myself hahaha it was amazing as it kept getting faster and faster and faster hahaha. Freaky part was some of the YEs kept falling in front of me I had to turn left and right and left and right again to avoid a few of those who fell. At one point I was kinna scared when my skis started to shake but when you panic....shiet happens so instead of maintaining the brake-position (Dont think they have a sex position like that yet) I gave into my temptations (as always) and just let my skis point straight and I started accelerating hahaha. Deep down I was laughing like a madman as I sped down the slope and if the course was longer it would have been better but as I approached the cable car point, I had to slow down, took about 5-8 seconds to stop hahah. Loved it. Now this is the crappy part where my gear was really killing my legs and I had to walk back to the camp (around 13 min normal walking speed). Every step hurt like crap but someone special was infront of me so I couldnt stop. Wanted to walk up closer to her. She looked nice in her outfit. Always had hee hee. Stopped near the training area for a short break and cause she also stopped ler and after 10 mins of fun we continued back to the center. Drop the gear and headed to the room to relax a lil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The nights at the camp were longer as we spend time talking about everything under the sun and it was absolutely fun. I really liked the psycho-test Ivy did on everyone. The test was accurate for all of us and boy it was interesting to find out all the answers of the people who took the test especially someone's answers. We all hanged out almost everywhere, the big fireplace, the study area, even near the vending machines as we got our coffee. Well mostly it was with Ivy, Lori, and Ashley (NZ girl with super red hair) and maybe a few others. Too bad the time we had the camp was short but I loved every moment of it. Some other events that were interesting is the bully session by the Malaysian girls as they drag Takuji (very cool japanese dude who the girls loved) or surround him and gang up on him. Bet he loved the attention too. A harem of girls....whats not to like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We left the camp on the 4th day and headed for Nagoya station where we will go our separate ways to our respective host families and this would be my last good bye to the YEOBs who helped out at the camp and to her. Aiya dont like it one bit. Manage to give her and the others a frenship band the night before but something didnt feel right and as I looked around I noticed my name tag and before moving towards the station I gave my tag to her and manage to get a hug. Almost to heaven edi!!. Got a hug from Maiko and and Kumiko later just before I left with 2 of the Lions to meet my host.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;While waiting for the Shinkansen, managed to snap a few nice pics and there was this super duper cute girl (imagine YUI but 50 times more cuter). Did a Quentin-style photoshot and damn the pic was good. One of my best pics I must say. 30 mins later I reached Toyohashi and another 1 hour ride in the Lexus of a Gamagori Lions member. Beforing that, as I walked to their car....the blue suit really does attract attention and that was a good thing as for the first time so far, I manage to see my first Japanese high school girl. Hahaha she and her frens was all giggling as they looked. Love the attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well that wraps up part one of the entire adventure....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R4TXWPQsFOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/K6yEEWo8DoI/s1600-h/Thai+air+girl+01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153480650672313570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R4TXWPQsFOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/K6yEEWo8DoI/s320/Thai+air+girl+01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R4TYnPQsFPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fMvsjgxyz3E/s1600-h/Thai+air+guy+01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153482042241717490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R4TYnPQsFPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fMvsjgxyz3E/s320/Thai+air+guy+01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The man and women of Thai Airway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R4TZL_QsFQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/HCFM3_mMEO4/s1600-h/Maiko+at+the+hotel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153482673601910018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R4TZL_QsFQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/HCFM3_mMEO4/s320/Maiko+at+the+hotel.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mai-chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R4TcBPQsFRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/I96mws_kgCw/s1600-h/Flashing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153485787453199634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R4TcBPQsFRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/I96mws_kgCw/s320/Flashing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;She was trying to grope me....I was innocent REALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R4iWRPQsFSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/0sQgGhoDmGc/s1600-h/This+is+why+calligraphy+is+fun.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154534996424004898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R4iWRPQsFSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/0sQgGhoDmGc/s320/This+is+why+calligraphy+is+fun.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Calligraphy is fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R4iW9fQsFTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ICp8FZg48NA/s1600-h/Tea+Ceremony.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154535756633216306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R4iW9fQsFTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ICp8FZg48NA/s320/Tea+Ceremony.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tea Ceremony Demo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R4iXzPQsFUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5pndls5ZObg/s1600-h/Nice+Kitty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154536680051184962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R4iXzPQsFUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5pndls5ZObg/s320/Nice+Kitty.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nice kitty. I'm not gonna hurt you...I'm just gonna mess around with you thats all....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R4iYdvQsFVI/AAAAAAAAAE8/tMAxZqcYMzg/s1600-h/Attack+deer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154537410195625298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R4iYdvQsFVI/AAAAAAAAAE8/tMAxZqcYMzg/s320/Attack+deer.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Emperor's attack deers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R4iZLvQsFWI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Q7dqJgZTA74/s1600-h/I+see+them+balls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154538200469607778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R4iZLvQsFWI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Q7dqJgZTA74/s320/I+see+them+balls.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ZOMG!! HAHAHA get a load of their uniform...real sexy guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R4iZtfQsFXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/9wKFEXLmOXs/s1600-h/Call+her+may+may.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154538780290192754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R4iZtfQsFXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/9wKFEXLmOXs/s320/Call+her+may+may.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My sunnies makes girls a lot cuter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R4iaVvQsFYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/DJ5xbYnI3M4/s1600-h/Riding+Sachi-puu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154539471779927426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R4iaVvQsFYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/DJ5xbYnI3M4/s320/Riding+Sachi-puu.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ridin Sachi-puu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-1812764867712370829?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1812764867712370829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=1812764867712370829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/1812764867712370829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/1812764867712370829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2008/01/shinnen-akemashite-omedetogozaimasu.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/R4TXWPQsFOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/K6yEEWo8DoI/s72-c/Thai+air+girl+01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-5177729977007664483</id><published>2007-11-28T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T19:04:06.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Breather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;There hasnt been much time to blog or do most of the things I like to do. There is always something to be done even when I think there isnt (yeah it magically pops up and I gotta move my tushie). Yeah been a busy bee lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lots has happen throughout the past month and the more I look at it, everything is falling into place and if it goes on as it has been then....well you just have to wait and see tee hee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Prep for Japan is almost done but still am lagging behind my revision. Nevertheless it will be done by the time I depart for Japan. I just received the host profile and the two families appear to be good families. Hope they are ready for me hee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;People have different reasons for their reading habits and choice of materials. Mine would be to learn something or entertained....I guess and lately my choice of books (absolutely random at point of purchase) have been teaching.....well illustrating many many "stuff" all of which, when I reflect on, turns out to be very real. I don't wanna go into detail cause its yet to be proven...... hmmm never am much of a its-real-if-it-can-be-proven kinna guy but yeah I'll try to prove the books I've been reading lately are indeed what I think it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-5177729977007664483?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5177729977007664483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=5177729977007664483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/5177729977007664483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/5177729977007664483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2007/11/breather-there-hasnt-been-much-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-2491198269487837639</id><published>2007-10-23T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T10:56:52.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Dry spell Out and here comes the "juice"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm a happy-waku-waku camper again!!!. This entry marks the end of a lil "dry spell" I had for.......almost a week. Man I didnt really know what I was going thru until Iris mentioned Nyein is currently "uninspired" then it hit me I had a case of "dry spell". Didnt like it one bit mainly because I couldnt come up with corny stuff like I usually do and "funtastic" words only comes out occasionally. That blows man. But all that is no more after glancing, listening and doing some nostalgic stuff. So good. Owh do check Orson's "No Tomorrow" it's good fun listening. Not sure why but when I listen to the song, it reminds me of Fu Shen....it gives me the same vibes I get from Shen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Finals begin in 10 days and I have not started on my revision haha. Very laid back for very odd reasons and my focus is slowly shifting from uni work to Kendo stuff. Well I'll definitely start.....soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anyhoo Kendo is da bomb....despite not being able to get the top, got the hakama and its sooo friggin cool. I thought they wore pants under those hakama but boy was I wayyyyy off course. Only after 4 classes I noticed, all the dudes do not put anything on before the hakama and oddly the top is kinna long and it hit me. Man it aint nice when you fly around with a hakama not wearing anything under except yer undies cause the Hakama is extremely big....just think bell bottoms time 4. Anyhoo I gotta learn to tie it before Saturday's class. Quite sad I'm gonna miss tomorrow's class cause, I wanna start whacking someone. Though I've commited quite abit to Kendo but somehow I still lack the time or timing to be exact to do my own practice at home. One of em is due to my new workout.....takes up quite abit and is quite spontaneous tee hee and it feels odd practicing my swings in the function room....never liked that room anyway cause it gives me the willies. Maybe I should go up to the room and put on my "game" face and ya know practice like how those fellers in the movies practice their kendo stuff. That would be so friggin coo. Who knows, demons from the "nether" world might come crashing down near me and try to take me out cause.........yeah I do kendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Owh speaking of demons, Hellgate London is also almost out edi and quite the coincidence this name reappeared in my coconut. It was mentioned by Jinqy during yam cha and by chance as i tore open the nicely wrapped gameaxis june issue out of its plastic, in it was a 4-6 page review on the game. Owh so lovely. And there is talk of a free-server and a "rather" cheap server....SEA pricing is yet to be announced and as I read the interview with the production house feller....I has good vibes about him....very nice and its gamers first....plus the team working on the game was responsible for diablo man....you can only imagine how friggin mouthwatering this game is gonna be. Well I'm sure getting it when it comes out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hahaha cant wait for december!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;日本で絶対楽しみよ!スキおするとおいしいたべものおたべますとなんぱする。hee hee。冗談ですよでもおもしろいかつどうぐぜんするぜったいおもしろいとおもいます　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-2491198269487837639?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2491198269487837639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=2491198269487837639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/2491198269487837639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/2491198269487837639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2007/10/dry-spell-out-and-here-comes-juice-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-4824748951573469962</id><published>2007-10-15T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T19:22:27.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ahh its been almost two months since my last entry. Well been busy with "stuff" here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It's been rather fun and really crappy at the same time but overall I'd say its been one heck of a ride. Loved it, hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;First off is uni work. Well this sem there were less assignments that the previous but still it was equally annoying. Never did like assignments since college, rather do them exams. I must say, I have never worked in such a chaotic way before. Well its a pleasant change and there were times that I hated the chaos, haha I would say it is cause by moi, but I kinna liked it for some odd reason. Could be due to the need for something new. Been having that lately. Well I reckon I'd fare pretty well for the assignments which I'll confirm later this week which is also my final week before the finals. So its time to mop up and ready up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Second "stuff" would be none other than hanging out and doing "stuff" which is deemed as unproductive by some groups but in my book is very "educational". Well lately there has been quite a few yam cha sessions with the dudes and each yam cha session there will be very "intense" discussion among the dudes on all possible subjects ranging from academics, observations, and my favourite of em all....girls. Yes each time I return from one of these "meetings" I feel like my world has been enlighten by some of the great guy minds around like kennex, jinqy, and ramax whom is expanding his "horizon" in the land of russia where vodka and them furry hats whose name I cant pronounce owh and not forgetting very nice girls. Ah and ben lee (playa xtraordanaire cum good bf) and ch'ng wei (pharmacist by day, kick ass ninja by night). Iris also joined the last "meeting" and blended in just like any goofball of a guy would. I think she has a set of guy "gear" too. Ah speaking of that temptress, it was her birthday recently and I reckon it was nothing short than shocking. Haha quite a way to celebrate ** years huh hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Stuff" three is my adventure around town and into the world of books. Been reading lotsa good "stuff" lately and it's quite addictive. Wayyyy more interesting than my uni notes. Well due to certain "stuff" I do not wish to reveal all my adventures and stick to some which I feel like toking about. One of em would be my kendo class. Yesh finally started my long awaited kendo classes. Had to wait for 2 months before the next intake and the wait was quite worth it. Classes are on wednesdays and saturday haha which is the day after my Japanese class so I would say its pretty good timing. Well havent learnt much but I did get to smack someone or more specificly his shinai. Footwork can be a lil hard because I'm sooo stiff and im trying to get it all right from the start bla bla bla. So far I've been able to hold my own in the class thanks to my lil new workout hee hee. So far I've learnt some of the dojo ettiquette, some basic "kata" (think of it as basic movements), how to hold the bamboo sword "well" hee hee, and some footwork (yeah I'll be like Muhamad Ali in no time). Gonna get my kendo gi this wednesday and it looks pretty nice especially with the hakama which is that skirt-like thingy plus the bamboo shinai and maybe a boken later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My reading adventure has taken me into the minds of many kookie guys out there on various subjects which I find very.....stimulating.....on an intellectual level.....I think lolz. Yes some American, some British, some Italian, some Chinese and more to come. As I reflect on some of my readings may it be during my reading time or during my quiet time or when I fall into slumberland while reading the book (nope it dont smash my face...I just put the book aside and curl up into the fetal position for that awww-he-sooo-cute position), it does confirm to a certain extend what PT mentioned to me about books where its content merely brings to our awareness of what is already within us. *yoda voice* MmmmMM intellectual is she *yoda nod*. At the moment juggling 2 books is quite a task but fun nonetheless. Plus I have to do my stewpid readings for my finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Japanese class is going awesome as always....learning many "practical" words which I can employ in my daily conversation some of which are common "stuff" I talk about. Finally started on my "revision" and also gotta start on Kanji and Katakanas. Yesh I'm a level 6 student who still doesnt know his Katakana. When I ponder why is it so difficult for me to "comprehende" the sentence structure I think I just over think about it to the point I screw it all up....yesh it amazes me how I can over-think stuff like that...never knew I could think this much. Anyhoo I reckon I'd be rather fluent by November and I can complete my mails way way faster with more shiokalingam words too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Finally, "stuff" number six. My lil adventures around town for the past few months have "revealed" that KL isnt a bad ass maze which I like to think off back in the earlier days and yeah I dont really mind driving to town too cause I know my way around and it gives me an excuse to drive around. *Sidenote* my kenari should be back by this weekend. Yes I am seeing more "stuff" than I previously (not "tiger show" kinna "stuff" but normal "stuff") some annoying, some disgusting, quite a few very "nahce stuff" and awhole lot more. Next would be Hartamas and "around" the Curve area...these places aint THAT big so I would be able to kao tim em pretty fast. *Sidenote* "nahce stuff" are "stuff" that makes me go "very nahce...how much?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Word of the week - *fap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pic of the week - Think my lil bro got it from ebaums or militaryphotos.net...but it has lotsa truth in it hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/RxQfKVMXAYI/AAAAAAAAAD8/IHzuDNXqR1M/s1600-h/f_motivator86m_4c0d215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121752938575233410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/RxQfKVMXAYI/AAAAAAAAAD8/IHzuDNXqR1M/s320/f_motivator86m_4c0d215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-4824748951573469962?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4824748951573469962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=4824748951573469962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/4824748951573469962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/4824748951573469962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2007/10/stuff-ahh-its-been-almost-two-months.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/RxQfKVMXAYI/AAAAAAAAAD8/IHzuDNXqR1M/s72-c/f_motivator86m_4c0d215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-8922669107930278372</id><published>2007-09-24T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T01:50:57.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Farewell Party and Airport Pics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Finally published this entry. Alritey these are some of the farewell party and airport pics. The farewell party was a little too short to do much as the place had to "close shop" around 11 and I didnt have much time to "play" around with my newly met frens but I did manage to get some shots with em. Still aint satisfied but I'll just settle for that ler after all *manly voice* "The memories you make with friends is *finger points to* here (head) and here (heart)". Miss ya all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/RvfD31MXALI/AAAAAAAAACU/uUMNlPk_RqQ/s1600-h/Junpei+Cowboy+style.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113771265841627314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/RvfD31MXALI/AAAAAAAAACU/uUMNlPk_RqQ/s320/Junpei+Cowboy+style.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jun being kakkoi as always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113773439095079106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/RvfF2VMXAMI/AAAAAAAAACc/gJdA0F9uFpA/s320/Axelle+and+moi.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Axelle and the very awkward moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120073859765567698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Rw4oDFMXANI/AAAAAAAAACk/_Xm7FQ6FzLg/s320/Chiara.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This is Chiara going gaga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Rw4p91MXAOI/AAAAAAAAACs/nF0bzwIxsFU/s1600-h/Hiro+aka+Rockstar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120075968594510050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Rw4p91MXAOI/AAAAAAAAACs/nF0bzwIxsFU/s320/Hiro+aka+Rockstar.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Finally a rather normal pic with Hiro aka Rockstar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Rw8zAlMXAWI/AAAAAAAAADs/JXwG_Nu7txY/s1600-h/Constipated.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120367386420511074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Rw8zAlMXAWI/AAAAAAAAADs/JXwG_Nu7txY/s320/Constipated.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maki, Takuya and myself were trying to be tough....we looked kinna constipated though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Rw4sEFMXAQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/sDFcPrQGDeM/s1600-h/Hiromi+Sayonara+Pati.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120078274991948034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Rw4sEFMXAQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/sDFcPrQGDeM/s320/Hiromi+Sayonara+Pati.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hiromi and me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Rw4tFFMXARI/AAAAAAAAADE/Ju0TANtJrt4/s1600-h/Narumi,+Yoko+and+Maki-san!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120079391683445010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Rw4tFFMXARI/AAAAAAAAADE/Ju0TANtJrt4/s320/Narumi,+Yoko+and+Maki-san!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Narumi, Yoko and Maki at the airport&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Rw4uYFMXASI/AAAAAAAAADM/vhrzv8x6z_g/s1600-h/Nozomi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120080817612587298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Rw4uYFMXASI/AAAAAAAAADM/vhrzv8x6z_g/s320/Nozomi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nozomi....love her name man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Rw4u-1MXATI/AAAAAAAAADU/BXPDZR-1vKM/s1600-h/LEOs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120081483332518194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Rw4u-1MXATI/AAAAAAAAADU/BXPDZR-1vKM/s320/LEOs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yang Sik and Kiwi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120364641936408898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Rw8wg1MXAUI/AAAAAAAAADc/FF3LaVNDhOI/s320/Mikio+and+Hiro.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mikio (muh YE) and Rockstar....Chiba mali&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120366716405612882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Rw8yZlMXAVI/AAAAAAAAADk/mrobX9S3624/s320/Nagoya+group.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; The Nagoya group&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Rw8zslMXAXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/pTJw0c2QnZY/s1600-h/Lolz+man+LOLZ.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120368142334755186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/Rw8zslMXAXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/pTJw0c2QnZY/s320/Lolz+man+LOLZ.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lolz.....thats all I can say....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-8922669107930278372?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8922669107930278372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=8922669107930278372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/8922669107930278372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/8922669107930278372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2007/09/farewell-party-and-airport-pics-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/RvfD31MXALI/AAAAAAAAACU/uUMNlPk_RqQ/s72-c/Junpei+Cowboy+style.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-5924853546481598897</id><published>2007-08-27T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T00:31:45.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Intermission: A corny entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm in the mood to create a philosophy, vision, mission and objective since THE GIRLs and myself have been doing that for 2 hours plus. Therefore these are my philosophy, vision, mission and objective. Beware it is super corny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Philosophy: Be all the guy I can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Vision: To be the best Stud Muffin ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mission: Please as many girls as possible in one lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Objective: To get a girl and boogie happily ever after. Its part of fullfilling the mission of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*Farewell party and the Airport pics are coming soon....just need a lil more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-5924853546481598897?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5924853546481598897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=5924853546481598897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/5924853546481598897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/5924853546481598897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2007/08/intermission-corny-entry-im-in-mood-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-8310738754399905330</id><published>2007-08-25T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T04:29:09.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Youth Camp 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The following are some of the many funtastic people I met during the camp and these photos were taken by none other than Quentin himself. Thanks bro for the pics.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/RtE3BWtRYgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/upPyQQ-ZhwM/s1600-h/Choco+Dino.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102920349202342402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/RtE3BWtRYgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/upPyQQ-ZhwM/s320/Choco+Dino.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Quentin's Henna Paint Dino/Dragon/Dolphin. Created by the very talented Cody Soo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/RtE4mWtRYhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0TXqWs1Qp9g/s1600-h/Giovanni.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102922084369130002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/RtE4mWtRYhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0TXqWs1Qp9g/s320/Giovanni.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Meet Giovanni. It was soooo fun chatting and doing all those crazy stuff dude. Hope you did well for the exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/RtE7EWtRYiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rbiovaJkh2g/s1600-h/Look+into+my+eyes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102924798788461090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/RtE7EWtRYiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rbiovaJkh2g/s320/Look+into+my+eyes.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Guy's they know where we're looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/RtE8iWtRYjI/AAAAAAAAABE/0LVUvWH-bBo/s1600-h/Tina,+Kathrine+and+Moi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102926413696164402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/RtE8iWtRYjI/AAAAAAAAABE/0LVUvWH-bBo/s320/Tina,+Kathrine+and+Moi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hee hee a picture with Tina and Kathrine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/RtE9xGtRYkI/AAAAAAAAABM/JvBfGRF29ww/s1600-h/LEOs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102927766610862658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/RtE9xGtRYkI/AAAAAAAAABM/JvBfGRF29ww/s320/LEOs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;LEO girls + 2 Guys = very nice (For the guys, I meant it in a non-brokeback mountain way ya). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102928960611770962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/RtE-2mtRYlI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_i4UgwFqgk/s320/Quentin+and+Junpei.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Quentin and Junpei.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/RtFAHmtRYmI/AAAAAAAAABc/I17C1cGvtl8/s1600-h/What+can+i+say.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102930352181174882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/RtFAHmtRYmI/AAAAAAAAABc/I17C1cGvtl8/s320/What+can+i+say.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Chiara: I'm being hit on by this Malaysian dude! *giggle*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Foong: I'm hitting on her huhuhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Axelle: He's trying to steal muh girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/RtFBdWtRYnI/AAAAAAAAABk/4FEs3QmzMco/s1600-h/Flirt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102931825354957426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/RtFBdWtRYnI/AAAAAAAAABk/4FEs3QmzMco/s320/Flirt.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Axelle: Oi!! I thought you were hitting on muh Chiara?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Chiara: Wtf! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Foong: Hey there Kathrine. It's a lovely evening don't you think so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kathrine:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Maaaaaaaaaaaybe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tina: Sheesh, boys *roll eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/RtFDmGtRYoI/AAAAAAAAABs/JOpe8W0mOPw/s1600-h/Peek-a-boo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102934174702068354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/RtFDmGtRYoI/AAAAAAAAABs/JOpe8W0mOPw/s320/Peek-a-boo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Good evening ladies. Need a stud muffin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/RtFFZmtRYpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HSSBL0GY0Pw/s1600-h/Transformers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102936158976959122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/RtFFZmtRYpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HSSBL0GY0Pw/s320/Transformers.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Optimus Prime: Autobots, YMCA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lolz Giovanni was doing the YMCA in the optimus helmet and he had a very interesting pelvic thrust move....I was lol-ing throughout the performance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/RtFJvGtRYqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4lG0doCtKKQ/s1600-h/With+a+rocker.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102940926390657698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/RtFJvGtRYqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4lG0doCtKKQ/s320/With+a+rocker.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hiroyuki aka Rockstar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/RtFK52tRYrI/AAAAAAAAACE/8Q9lFBxBsGk/s1600-h/Thank+you+god.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102942210585879218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/RtFK52tRYrI/AAAAAAAAACE/8Q9lFBxBsGk/s320/Thank+you+god.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Very Happy indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/RtFMI2tRYsI/AAAAAAAAACM/tsByjWqpObU/s1600-h/Poser.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102943567795544770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/RtFMI2tRYsI/AAAAAAAAACM/tsByjWqpObU/s320/Poser.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; He snapped the same pose 13 times using the Quentin-photostyle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well do look forward to my next entry, Farewell Dinner + Kuuko de Sayonara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-8310738754399905330?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8310738754399905330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=8310738754399905330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/8310738754399905330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/8310738754399905330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2007/08/youth-camp-2007-following-are-some-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/RtE3BWtRYgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/upPyQQ-ZhwM/s72-c/Choco+Dino.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-6510474952994541877</id><published>2007-08-07T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:11:42.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Best Event of 2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The last few days have been the greatest I've had in months. Asides from the crazy adventures with the Chixas and the Samad gang, the youth exchange camp which took place between last Friday (3/7/07) till Sunday (do the math otay) was da bestest thing that has happened to me of late. Before I begin with the story I would like to state two regrets I had during the camp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1) Not learning my Japanese seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2) Not staying up for another 15 mins at least despite being dead tired during the 2nd day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Youth Exchangee (YE) that I am hosting is Mikio Tajima, a rather shy guy and very soft spoken. He likes rock music, love his japanese food but still daring enough to eat the various and very scary food Malaysia has to offer. I reckon his shyness is due to the shock of being alone in a foreign place where not many speak his language and living in others home. Furthermore, the fear of appearing rude maybe overwhelming. Nevertheless, the lass has some potential to be pretty darn cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So it was Friday morning. Woke up at 6.15 am, the usual time I wake up. All my stuff have been packed neatly the night before within 15 minutes. Efficient moi at work. Made my way straight to the bathroom for my morning cleansing phase. Finished bathing and Mikio got up too. Must be a light sleeper. Left for breakfast before meeting up with the LEOs. At the KJ Stadium, many YEs were already there. Erhmmm japanese girls, JAPANESE GIRLS!!!!! sooooo many. Walked Mikio to his assigned group and then meet up with Quentin, the cool and super sporting French guy Kenn is hosting, and chat. Poor dude wasnt feeling too well. I scanned the area and DAMNNNNN man.......YEAHHHH DAMNNNNNN. So many Japanese girls. I like. Ah and then I spot this Japanese girl whom caught the attention of moi while I was waiting for Mikio and the bestest part of it all....she was in the same group. *Makes fist and pull arm back* YESSSSSSS LA!!!!. She have nice eyes (Axelle, I'm looking into her eyes not where you'd think), a round and rosy cheeks and love her voice when she speaks. AWWWWW my legs are sooooo friggin soft now dammit and I'm loving it hahahaha. As we made our way, manage to break the ice a little with some of the LEO and boy they were super fun to talk to, especially Cody, Elaine and Even (hope I got ur name spelled right). Even looks like Coco Lee mannnnn and the best part she is my group coordinator hee hee which gave me the chance to get to know my LEADER better. Elaine is super fun to talk to, very sporting and she somehow reminds me of Audrey, but less ganas (hahaha I'm sooooo dead when Audrey reads this but what the heck). Ahhhh and Cody, what can I say, he is a sporting chump who is cool in muh book. Met Mark and Evan. Later I found out Mark will be my roommate at camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Half way to PD and the ball started rolling already. Cody and I decided to start our "international relations" with some of our Japanese Exchangees and what a great oppurtunity it was as COINCIDENTALLY, there were two girls sitting behind us. *pushes hair to the back* As Cody made his introduction in Japanese, I followed next, slipping in oh-how-smoothly into the conversation with some basic introduction and queries to where the two girls are from. We both got complimented for how "good" we spoke Japanese. Honestly, my Japanese is so-so and my sentence structure is ABSOLUTALAY wrong, and its almost direct-english translated but as long as the key words are in and it sounds almost correct is good enough for me lolz. Hearing our conversation, Elaine turned around and said "wah so fast already starting". Setting the record "straight" (more like defending ourselves hee hee), Cody and myself explained, with great persuasion I must say, that our intentions are merely to promote Malaysian "goodwill" and nothing sinister or perverted. Haizzzz, girls....always suspecting us pure and innocent GUYS of having perverted intentions when stirring up a conversation. We continued talking a little more before sitting back and taking a deep breathe from THE FIRST ENCOUNTER WITH THE JAPANESE GIRLS. The two girls we spoke to are Miyuki and Ayami from Okinawa and Kyushu, 17 years old who currently are High Schoolers. Made a short stop at a rest-area before continuing. Quentin now felt a lil better. Poor guy ate something bad the day before and has been sitting right infront all alone. But preservered and overcame the bad bad tummy and headache.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We arrived at the resort around noon and after unloading my bag and Mikio's, I walked to the resort's entrance. As I made my way there, the bus driver said to me in Malay "Have a great time, lotsa girls". I turned his way, smiled and said "yes I will". FYI to all my female readers at that time I had no perverted intentions or thoughts and I meant what I said honestly. Then I added in Malay "These are Youth Exchange Students from Japan" and the bus driver replied "I know". *Inside foong's head* Krik Krik....pervert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As everyone gathered in the lobby before heading for lunch at the restaurant, I manage to size what am I dealing with. Werent many cute faces but enough to keep me smiling and happy for the next 2 days. At lunch, I met Junpei and Takuya formally. Had a short intro in the bus but it became official in the restaurant area lolz. We sat for lunch along with Mark, Daisuke, Quentin and Joel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Daisuke is Joel's Youth Exchangee who lives at Maxwell tower. Joel's mum runs the bakery "Cherry CakeHouse" and who coincidentally knows my mum and Kenneth's aunt. Daisuke, Quentin and myself were already acquainted before the camp thanks to the lil jungle tracking we had a week before camp. He is pretty good looking, kinna cool, and he can make ramen noodles mannnn. Plus he is studying health science. Anyone needs a massage?? He is one sporting guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Quentin is the French guy Kenn is hosting. Super sporting dude, love his humour, and he is one smart fellow. He's got an intellectual and artist kinna look going and damn his eyes are insanely light green. Amazing....never thought I'd live till the day I see eyes like that. We share same work ethics too lolz. Hey Quentin.....scissors scissors hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;While getting my food, I talked to some of the Japanese girls who were opposite moi, asking them if they can take spicy stuff and what is spicy and all. Of course I intro-ed myself and dammit la.....wish my Japanese was a lot better. Yeah man foongy boi was working it. Of course without bad intentions mind you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So as we sat and eat, moi got to know Junpei and Takuya a lil....hoho sooo good....very fun guys. Manage to spot a few more EXTRA KAWAII girls hee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Alritey after lunch was the ice breaking time along with the briefing. Yeah camp rule says no smoking, no going out after curfew, etc and the one I dont like....NO ROMANCE. Ish bummer. Anyhoo when the LEOs said it was ice-breaking time.....I remembered the comment given by Larry King on the book I read "You'll not only break the ice with this book, but melt the ice with your new skills". That was running thru my head all the way and damnnnnnn it was intense man. Had a super feel good feeling going man. One of the ice breaker was to remember everyones name in the group and if we cant remember all...there will be some sort of punishment. Lolz no dudes, no whips....I think la coz no one got punish at the end of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lolz was super happy that Narumi "pretty eyes" was in my team along with Junpei, Takuya, and Quentin. The remaining members were Aishin, Maki, Yumi, Jasmine and Pei Yin. Aishin is a high schooler who looks like a primary school student and despite being rather quiet her head have some pretty interesting stuff. Not in a perverted way okie. Maki is rather outspoken and has a very nice character...very vocal and quite sporting. Yumi appears to be rather quiet and shy but shes got good character and personality. I likez her hair style. On Japanese girls to be exact. And not in a perverted way. Jasmine and Pei Yin are local girls, rather quiet most probably due to many unfamiliar faces but these girls knew what they want and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lucky moi got chosen to say out all the members' name and my super feel good feeling allowed me to memorize all the names easily and of course being acquainted to the 3 other guys in the group made it easier and extreme interest in knowing as many people as I could. Erhmmm girls...erhmmm girls. After that we had some activities which involved traditional games like "batu seremban", the East Malaysia I'll-Crush-Your-Feet-If-Your-Slow bamboo dance thingy, some gautlet kinna game and the coconut-tree-branch-like-thingy-race. Didnt like the "Batu Seremban" cause I had bad hand-eye coordination, except for video games of course, but manage to get to know a lil about Yumi and Jasmine hee hee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Gautlet game was a GG for me since I'm sooo big so, yeah easy target but Narumi was pretty cute trying to pass the defenders and the guys were coolly sneaking thru the defenders. No one made it to the first point lolz. As for the Coconut race, now I had fun here cause haahhahahaahahah Maki was screaming her lung off. It was Quentin and me at the front ready to pull and Maki got onto the branch readying up. She screamed a lil when we pulled it too high so we lowered it. For now. I dunno wat got into me but I was super ready for the countdown and so was Quentin (his stance said so). GO! and all I saw and thought of was the end of the line. I ran as fast as I could and held the branch as hard as I can. Before I knew it, we were at the end and Maki was friggin scared lolz as she said she was 45 degrees up and we ran. Quentin turned to me and said "all I thought of was getting to the end as fast as possible and not look back". My heart lolz cause that was exactly what I thought too. We laughed our asses off as we made our way back. The girls turn where Narumi, Jasmine and Pei Yin was up. Narumi and Jasmine was to pull Pei Yin to the end and the first thing I thought, this is gonna be cute. Yes instinct you was right. It was fun seeing Narumi and Jasmine pull Pei Yin to the end and I think they won. Awww poor Narumi and Jasmine whose hands were kinda itching. Chance. I said out loud "Narumi Te ga daijoubu??" which translate roughly to "Is your hands alright". As she walked closer she raised her palms wide open and shook her head. There goes my legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As the branch sat there, one of the LEOs asked if we wanted another challenge with the opposition team?? Hell yeah and this time it was all guys hahahaha. Finally some guy fun. Takuya and myself was the bulls and Quentin was the prince who was about to be pulled hahaha. GO!!! and we pulled like mad bulls hahaha only seeing the end again lolz and we beat the other team by a big big margin lolz. But the funny part was when us bulls noticed we were dragging Quentin who is sliding on his left sleeve on the beach sand. Damn man he held on to the branch like life depended on it even when he tilted at some point of the race. So funny. Junpei, Takuya, Quentin and myself were laughing our asses off when it all ended. Lolz typical guys man. The final game was the leg-breaking-east-malaysian dance thingy. So fun. Was kinna reluctant to do it but heck just do it la.....failed once but did it a few more time in the spirit of sportsmanship and hell yea it was fun. Takuya was blardy amazing....even at the super high speed level he manage to dance without much prob and Junpei was good too. Lolz Narumi and Maki was fun to watch again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Went back to the room and got changed for swimming. Until that point, I have not stepped into a swimming pool for months but still moi swimming skills are good ja noe. Need a Lifeguard anyone?? Anyhoo at the pool it was all wild man....lotsa guy action taking place and there was an insane amount of LOLZ in the pool. Then the Finnish, French and Italian girl came in. The two Finnish girls were Kathrin Are and Tina Stahl, French girl was Axelle and Italian girl was Chiara. Very fun. Axelle and Chiara at that point I thought were from the same country and thought they were good frens. But no they're not and yeah Quentin and I had a few "scissors" moment with those those in the pool lolz. They just looked at us blurly when we went all "scissors" and laughed our asses off. The other guys too looked at us with the same expression. We educated them on the "scissors" lolz and Quentin pronounce scissors amazingly funny...one which I have adopted too....its with a French accent and not forgetting the hand gestures that plays a vital role to create the "scissors" effect. The Japanese guys were all pronouncing it like Quentin and it was insanely funny when a few guys starts saying it at the same time with the hand gestures. *Note; I am laughing my ass off typing out the "scissors" section lolz*. We guys pretty much acted like monkeys and had a great time in the pool doing synchronize swimming, dive bombs, and my special Jaws-attack-on-girls. Only girls present were Axelle, Chiara, Tina and Kathrine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dinner time was good as many of the Japanese exchangees had their yukata on. Very different than the ones you get in Malaysia. Absolutely stunning indeed. The guys too had their male versions on and dammit, those are really really goood stuff. Junpei even had a pair of wooden sandals which went *kling klong kling klong* as he walked and they look very comfy. Note to self, get a pair if possible when you go down to Japan in the summer. Later that evening after the cultural presentation and stuff, Quentin, Giorvanni and Junpei went out for some "fresh air".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Giorvanni is this super fun and rather perverted Italian dude who is always with the girls and has some really nice YMCA moves hee hee. Muh Italian brother tee hee. Gonna miss you dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;For an hour plus we were walking around the pool area smoking and talking and we even ended up on the beach talking about cigarettes and stuff like that. No i dont smoke but I do know a thing or two about smoking and weed. What I found out is that, in Malaysia, yeah its a no-drug place and all which is good but the price of cigs here is way way cheaper than those in Italy, France and Japan. Furthermore, there are some rather weird cigs here too. Learnt a lil about some drugs and their very UFF UFF effects. Back in the room, Junpei, Jo and myself continued our conversation but this time its about them girlies hee hee. We "exchange" our knowledge about girls in our respective country to each other. Very enlightening indeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Alritey day two was a lil weird as I woke up around 4.30 in the morning to the malfunctioning air-con and found Junpei very VERY close to moi. He must have a big bed at home and love to twist and turn around. So there was very little space for me to nap and the blasted air con made it worst sumore plus I didnt want to wake Junpei up so I had to adapt. When I got up, it was 6.45am and most of the dudes were already up, except Junpei. Had my cleansing ritual and when I walked in the room, Daisuke woke Junpei up HARD!. A body slam followed by a very irritating leg tickle hee hee. Junpei woke up, still stoning on the bed, and saw me where he then told me that I was talking in my sleep. Lolz sounds familiar eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Breakfast was okie. Had orange juice!!! wooohooo my staple or favourite morning drink. After breakfast, we headed for some games. One of em was the sweet-in-the-flour. No biggie. Next was the carrot finding one. Yeah I did this event, Doggie-Style. Lotsa sand everywhere. We had to find 4 carrots under the sand which wasnt really easy since 3 teams have already dug up 12 carrots and some carrots can be found some 1.5 feet deep. This is why tool were invented, to keep human hands pretty. Anyhoo next event was the water balloon. Quentin and Myself wanted only one thing. To throw them balloons at someone....ANYONE. Then Francis told us, we're suppost to toss the balloon to the person behind us without looking. BUMMER man. All those water balloons were gonna go to waste. It could have been used for a more aggressive yet very very fun game. Nevertheless the game was a close one and the group manage to win. Following the game was one where we're suppost to find coins in water balloons. The guys were focused on splashing the girls than the coins. HELL YEAH!!! II idea yaro domo!!!. 20 points for the guys. Won the game by a narrow margin. Lolz like we cared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;After we finished the game. Quentin and Moiself spotted Cody. Jolly good. We've been eyeing him since we started the balloon game since he doesnt have his HP or wallet. We've been dying to throw someone into the pool way before starting the first game. Well it was Quentin who suggested and I couldnt resist such an interesting proposition. We manage to corner Cody and captured him as we dragged him to the pool, he did a "scissor-leg-lock" on me and Quentin said "You have to go in too foong". Then in the name of Guy-ness I gave a "Hell Yeah". Woooohoooo the rest was wet wet wet. Got my sunnies and changed in my swimmers and jumped in for another round of wet fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Okie the pool was a lot more fun that morning then it was in the evening during day one because the guys were doing crazier stuff like creating a human building, did more synchro swimming (they got much better indeed), and ALL THE GIRLS CAME!!!!!. Havoc!!!!!. This is MADNESS!!!!. I kept my cool on the outside but I was bursting with joy on the inside for abit hahaha. Well no real fun swimsuits. Owh but then Axelle and Chiara jumped in and stuff got waaaaaay better hee hee hee hee. I was close with Cody that time and Chiara suggested the water polo thingy and she got up on my shoulders. GG-ed. Axelle got up onto Cody's shoulder and the fight began. It was intense as lotsa water was being splashed around and I was getting a lot in my face to the point I couldnt breathe and suddenly splashie splashie stopped. Now it was close-quarter combat as the girls locked their owh-so-powerful-hands and try to topple each other. There I was facing Cody in the midst of this EPIC battle. We laugh and we had the same thought which he actually verbalize. Hahaha lets stay like this. Yesh yesh I couldnt agree more. As the force from above could be felt on our heads and shoulders as the girls fought it out to topple the other while retaining their balance. I felt downward force, force from the side and force from the back too. Very interesting the belakang-mari force. It was nothing like I've ever felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;After the water battle stuff cooled down and we did all the guy stuff. We were like monkeys again trying to get the girl's attention as I, in the name of Guy-ness, participated in some of this very interesting activities. After a few, I noticed Narumi walking in her swim suit. And the rest is gone loh. Nose bled, legs weaken, energy drained....you get the picture. After more crazy stuff, I saw Junpei taking Narumi to the deeper end, whom was petrified as she had one hand on the side of the pool as she made her way to the deep end, which where I was. CHANCE!!. I reached out both of my hands and said "daijoubu". Fuiyoh!!! Perfect execution. She took both my hands and I guided her to the slightly deeper side. Hee hee owh how vunerable she was. Then at the worst possible time, my evil side came out and I scared her a lil by saying I'd release my hands and asked her to swim. She said No and I slowly let her back to the side of the pool. Hate the side for being so firm and strong and all that girls just cling to em. Anyhoo Junpei....NICE ONE!!!. Love ur tactics. A bummer was Ayami didnt bring her swimsuit. She's the girl Cody and I spoke to in the bus along with another girl called Miyuki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;At that point I looked around for a change of scenery and lookie what I saw. He was with this very quiet and reserved girl Miki, sitting at the side way out of most's sight and talking. There were some distance so I had my doubts but the day before in the evening, I saw him talking to her quite abit and while I was in the pool, I saw him leaving the place with her. How facinating indeed. Anyhoo at least he is talking more at the camp and he seems to be having fun in his own way. Wasnt around him much but did check on him occasionally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;After lunch we did some "wayang kulit" stuff and we did one of snow white and the seven dwaves. Pretty darn cool. We had a bad ass witch giving snow white the apple and a Japanese prince charming to give her the kiss of life. I actually said "bad ass" during the play and the only down part to the whole thing is that our "No Romance" ending wasnt executed well but it was good fun. Love the way Junpei said "when I kiss you, thou eyes shall open" in Japanese. It was really manly and the sentence flow in Japanese was just amazing. The girls were "Woooo OOOOO UHHH" about that part. After that we did some Henna painting on ourselves. With my Guy-Brain I could not think of anything fun to write or draw on my body or others so I decided to be a canvas for everyone. I went around getting drawn on by several fellers. I got a dragon with nipples on my left fist, "I am horny" above an "I love mum", Encure (not really sure about this) which is a French bad word. Me likes. Ah and after drawing the Nipple-Dragon, Cody decided to be creative with my right arm and start drawing the path of life where numerous sperms make the pilgrimage to the holy ovum and coincidentally, I had a V.I.P. drawn somewhere above the ovum. Talk about coincidences. I was also signed and wrote on by many others and me too had the chance to write on Ayami's right arm. Hee hee it surely is still on her arm tee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;We were then informed that we had to do a performance later that night. Quentin was thinking a lil about it since Day 1 when there was a brief mention of it then. So this time we're suppost to get serious and figure something out. He had a gut feeling and went on to suggest that we create an Air-Band. Lolz I'm pretty sure he wanted to try some air guitar since we first spoke about it tee hee. We suggested that to the other member and got the green light. Prob 1; too many members for a band. A 10-guy/girl band is crazy. So I decided to split the act into two one was only dancing and the other do the air band. Bad choice, It complicated things and things got kinna intense as I cant explain clearly to Junpei whom is leading the dance half. Decided to combine and just make a big ASS band la. There were 2 vocalist (I'm one of em), 3 guitarist, 1 Bassist, 1 drummer (Quentin) and 3 Keyboard. Lolz brilliant hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;We didnt even practice, I only set the position and let the group listen to the song a couple times before dismissing. Reminded me of school work man. Euuu euuuu. But "feel" told me to trust in "fun" and the power it bestow on those who believes in "fun" will be AWESOME and so I did. Washed up and got sexy in my black "Rated-X" top. Mind you its a Nike sports top. Very breatheable material it has. Headed for dinner and chatted with the girls from France, Italy, Norway, and Finland. I was given an education on some of the sign languages of Italians and Brits. Very educational.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;It was performance time. 3 groups proceeded before us and their work was very fun and they had a good concept where after the performance they invited the audience to join em and try to perform. Response were pretty good as most of the students were sporting man. Then Group 4 (the Air Band aka Air Heads) turn. Haha it was soooo cool the way things turned out as everything went according to plan......wait there was no plan to begin with. The flow was good and the crowd liked it. Yeah Takuya and myself was headbanging when he was leading the mic but I was working the mic softly with lotsa idol-like / pop singer moves. They liked it hee hee. And Junpei, he was da BOMB as he did all those really rockish air guitar moves with his cowboy hat. Junpei Kakkoi!!!!. Lolz Quentin had a pair of chop-sticks for drum sticks and it was rather funny seeing him play his air drum with em and I accidentally covered him a lil at one point. Sorry dude. After the performance, the guys were pumped and the following performances the guys and myself were jumping at any oppurtunity to participate and the other member of the crowd also joined in and at the end of the evening it was a brilliant event and the crowd was super participative. Love the crowd. Very sporting bunch. Owh and Giovanni did the YMCA song with an optimus prime helmet....and at some parts of the song he did a pelvis-thrust move which was amazing hahaha super funny man that performance. You go Jo!!!.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;After the performance and all, we had a night pool party where everyone got wet!!!! Woooohoooo it was awesome. Did more crazy stuff like cheering on the guys who were singing at their family reunion. There were easily 6 families there and as each dude perform we did the hand wave thingy. Some of us came out of the pool and gave more support lolz. Amazing. Then we did more synchro-diving as each dude from left to right took turns jumping into the pool. The fun part about this pool-party is that the LEOs too were swimming hee hee. Very nice. Owh and when we were making the 3 level-human-tower again, the girl that was going up is this very kawaii LEO named Kiwi. Thats her nickname but absolute cuteness. As she climbed us dudes to get to the top, the bottom fellers didnt feel anything until....out of no where her leg came down right infront of my face. Scared the hell out of me. Its like one of those scenes from an Asian horror movie. She had nice cute lil feets thought so it was a pleasant scare. I think this time around there were more Japanese girls swimming and even the Malaysian girls decided to join in for a nite swim. As usual the guys did more crazy stuff to, to my understanding, have fun and a get the girls' attention. Thumbs up for you guys lolz. Hey that means me too lolz!!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Later that evening, Quentin and I was in the LEOs room killing time and boy was their room jam pack. I was there initially to get my leg patched up cause I had a pretty deep cut from the nite swim. Very wild indeed. Poor Cody was sleepy and the rest were freshening up, checking their laptops, watching anime (hell yeah!!!), and whipping oneself after a bath. Pretty darn gay lolz. The we watched The Italian Job for abit until the other LEO chixs came in. Woooohooo more girls in a tight room full of guys. Well they too looked half dead and had to do a meeting so we had to excuse ourselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Headed back to my room and did more chatting with Giovanni, Quentin, and the others in my room. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Who could it BE at this HOUR?? To my surprise it was Narumi!! and she brought 3 other frens. My nose was flaring. Chat with em abit before retiring as Quentin was also leaving. Okie this is the Suckiest part which I super regreted. I heard the following day that some of the LEOs found the girls' slippers outside of our room. Some of the girls manage to escape and those that didnt were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HIDING IN MY ROOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;!!!!. The best part about this is that, according to Quentin, took place after 10 mins when he left. WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUK!!!!. It was one something in the morning and two girls were hiding in a dark room with me in it. Nothing bad would have happened but it could have been used to my "advantage" mannn. In a non-perverted way okie. Shietz thats was one of the biggest regret I had. Its the first time I've regreted sleeping early. *Reminder: Dont sleep until everyone else (especially the girls) are..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The last morning I had with most of the YEs at the camp and I made a move. Took out my fave white giordano T and took out the permanent marker from my pencil case. Thank god for making me a crackhead who over packs most of the time. Each person I met I got them to sign my shirt. Tee hee quite interesting the way they react to the shirt and most of em (Japanese YEs) were taken back a lil. Later I found out that they do not do stuff like that back home. Hell Yeah!!! cultural exchange from Malaysia. Besides that, this was a way for me to get acquainted to the remaining girls I couldnt intro myself as. All of em were pleased to meet me and we took many pictures. Owhhhh felt so good. As the signatures grew in numbers, ppl start noticing the shirt more lolz. Soooo amazing the expression they had on. After lunch, with the help of Quentin and his camera, he helped me snap many pictures which I wouldnt have if it wasnt for him. Thanks dude for yer camera. Was super happy I could take some pics with the guys and of course a few cute Japanese girls and hee hee Narumi-chiiiiaaaaaaan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The bus ride back to KL was soooo fun as I manage to sit next to Ayami whom I first spoke to in the bus to PD. She had this really nice Japanese sitting pose and she kept a rather cute expression on her face all the time. We enjoyed the MI:3 show where I later found out she loves action-movies too. Muh kinna girl. At the Putrajaya stop, all the girls had to wear a pink robe to enter the mosque. Really inconvenient but the rule is a rule. Tina was absolutely cute in it and she was going around in a cute way trying to be a flasher. Lolz absolutely funny. Imagine a small cute Norwegian girl comes up to you and look around quickly before flashing you. Absolute cuteness. Got to the KJ stadium and said my good byes to everyone before heading home. Cant wait for the farewell party this coming Friday to see em all for the last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The camp was so fun that I've been enlightened on some stuff like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1) Its okie to go wild with guys and generally guys even of different culture, race, country still get your guy jokes. Of course some "hand gestures" would really help boost the joke's "potency"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2) Girls are generally fun to tease and some of my corny stuff do work on the guys and girls. So fun indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3) I can understand why it is encouraged to learn foreign languages. Cause it so friggin fun to tease the girls or "flirt" with em in a language your not good it. Makes you a lot funnier and most of the time you dont know what the heck is going on. And besides, you get to learn some interesting stuff too. Owh plus the Japanese students were a lil more relaxed when I spoke to em in their native tongue *more brownie points for moi with them girlies and more fun with the guys hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4) Know when to talk "guy talk" and they'll really get crazy hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;5) Dont friggin sleep until all the girls and/or guys are asleep cause you might miss out on a perfectly fun evening. 1 room, 2 girls, 1 boy (the other dude was sleeping so he aint in)....so much can happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;6) The kinna fun you get from meeting sportingly fun ppl from foreign country is extremely intoxicating. I think it a longer lasting, softer and very nice kinna intoxication. Under the influence gives me a temporary but very HARD kinna intoxication. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;FYI: This entry took me an estimated 6 hours to write including all the distractions and pauses hee hee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-6510474952994541877?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6510474952994541877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=6510474952994541877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/6510474952994541877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/6510474952994541877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2007/08/best-event-of-2007-last-few-days-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-5147061028020125011</id><published>2007-08-06T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T17:31:51.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A long lost Zodiac Reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is a rather old zodiac reading that really pulled my leg when I read it months back. Check your star sign's reading and have fun. I am a Virgo btw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ARIES- Irresistible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nice Love is one of a kind. GreatlistenersVery Good in bed... Lovernot a fighter, but will still knockyou out. Trustworthy. Always happy.Loud. Talkative. OutgoingVERY FORGIVING.Loves to make out.Has a beautiful smile. Generous.Strong. THEMOST IRRESISTIBLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;AQUARIUS - The One that Waits. Dominant in relationships. Someoneloves them right now. Always Wants thelast word. Caring. Smart. Loud. Loyal.Beautiful. Goofy. Easy to talk to.Everything you ever wanted. Easy toplease. The one and only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;PISCES - The Addict. EXTREMELY adorable. Intelligent. Lovesto joke. Very Good sense of humor.Energetic. Predict future. GREATkisser. Always get what they want.Attractive. Easy going. Loves being inlong relationship. Talkative.Romantic. Caring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;LEO - The Coolest one. Nice to everyone they meet. Their Loveis one of a kind. Silly, Fun andsweet. Have own unique appeal. Mostcaring person Ever meet! however notthe kind of person you wanna messwith... u might end up crying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;GEMINI - The Liar. Outgoing. Lovable. Spontaneous. Notone to mess with. Funny. Excellentkisser EXTREMELY adorable. Lovesrelationships,Addictive. Loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CANCER - Does It In The Water. Trustworthy. Attractive. Great kisser.One of a kind. Loves being In long-term relationships. Extremelyenergetic. Unpredictable. Will exceedyour expectations. Especially withyour mom. Not a Fighter, But willKnock your lights out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SAGITTARIUS-The Lion. Great talker. Attractive andpassionate. Laid back. Knows how toHave fun. Is really good at almostanything. Great kisser. Unpredictable.Outgoing. Down to earth. Addictive.Attractive. Loud. Loves being in longrelationships. Talkative. Not one tomess with. Rare to find. Good whenfound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;TAURUS- The Cutie. Most Amazing kisser. Very high appeal.Love is one of a kind. Very romantic.Most caring person you will ever meet!Entirely creative. Extremely randomand proud of it. Freak. Spontaneous.Great at telling Stories. Not aFighter, But will Knock your lightsout if it comes down to it. Someoneyou should hold on to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;LIBRA - The Partner for Life. Caring and kind. Smart. Center ofattention. High appeal. Has the lastword. Good to find, hard to keep. Funto be around. Extremely weird but in agood way. Good Sense of Humor!!!Thoughtful. Always gets what he or shewants. Loves to joke. Very popular.Silly, fun and sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CAPRICORN - The Passionate Lover. Love to bust. Nice. Sassy.Intelligent. Sexy. Predict future.Irresistible. Loves being in longrelationships. Great talker. Alwaysgets what he or she wants. Cool. Loves to own Geminis' in sports. Extremelyfun. Loves to joke. Smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SCORPIO - Aggressive. Loves being in long relationships.Likes to give a good fight for whatthey want. Extremely outgoing. Lovesto help people in times of need. Goodkisser. Good personality. Stubborn. Acaring person. One of a kind. Not oneto mess with. Are the most attractivepeople on earth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;VIRGO- The Promiscuous One. Spontaneous. High appeal. Rare to find. Great when found. Loves being in long relationships. So much love togive. Not one to mess with.Very pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-5147061028020125011?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5147061028020125011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=5147061028020125011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/5147061028020125011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/5147061028020125011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2007/08/long-lost-zodiac-reading-this-is-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-5554168361339504903</id><published>2007-07-28T09:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T09:56:18.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Japanese Broomstick Action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Finally I'm getting somewhere with one of my many interest. Recently took the initiative to do some real searching for Kendo classes in KL. *Ding ding* got intro-ed to the Kendo Classes at the Japan Club by big bro's fren Vincent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It was quite da bomb mannnnn. 20 plus fellers in full kendo outfit smacking the shiet out of each other. Only those in armour get to "priviledge" of being smacked and noobs dont have armour. Very intense. Broomstick-like wooden swords, armour, wailing men and women....love the combo man. All students are encourage to shout as loud as they can as they are about to attack their opponent to demoralize them while psyching themselves up haha but the "shout" somehow gets dragged on longer than it should be and it turns into a wail....like a bunch of banshees. I wonder how I'll be when I Kiayi (just think of it as a battle roar of some sort).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anyhoo the classes are being taught by 2 japanese men, one of em a 6 Dan (thats lvl 6 master in other words) and these dudes have really really solid Kiayi and very stable ones to. I was told by Vincent that at times when the 2 senseis spar you can actually feel the killer intent flowing out of the 2 senseis. And I thought this killer intent was only in animes. I'm not making fun of it but thats what I thought from 1 perspective. On the other hand, I do believe its possible for such stuff do happen cause my "feel" says so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bummer to all this is that their next intake will only be on the 3rd of Oct. Enough time to get in shape for some broomstick action. Owh and another plus side. As I was leaving the dojo, I was busy putting my socks on and moi shoes where suddenly I saw a pair of female-legs walking towards my position. I shrug it off at first cause I saw a few japanese kiddy girls around there asking "dare dare?? bla bla bla undo something bla bla bla" (thats whose this, whose this?? bla bla bla excersize something bla bla bla) but my pervyness told me to look up. Stunned I was as I caught a glimpse of a silhouette which belonged to a hot chix. Couldnt really ID if she was a chinese or japanese cause by sheer bad luck the lightings were dim where I was. However the minimal light was blessing enough as I could at least see that she is a hot chix and she was a member of the Kendo Club. Another damn good reason why I should join ASAP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Of late there have been loads of stuff that has happen and I'm too lazy to write about em so a few quickies should be suffice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Ramax is back and it feels sooooo luuk at me again hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- I am charting unknown territories in search for the ultimate "thingy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Uni is gonna go in full swing and I have a feeling this semester will be rather captain jack sparrow-ish. This is the best I can explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Might consider a change in carreer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Met some very interesting ppl lately; a chocolatelf erhmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Did some self-reflecting with the help of Ah Moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Lil projects are on the way.....just drifting with the flow. These arent uni work mind you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Still got no idea on how to improve this blog....where is that stroke of genius when you need one....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Quite semangated with my japanese lessons hee hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Probing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Music - Good Charlotte"Dance Floor Anthem" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Book - One Shot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anime - ZOMG theres too many to list here mannnnnnn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-5554168361339504903?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5554168361339504903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=5554168361339504903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/5554168361339504903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/5554168361339504903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/japanese-broomstick-action-finally-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-6898335100839695570</id><published>2007-07-16T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T16:45:58.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Life's Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Owh life is indeed getting more interesting. I can just feel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today's Press Screening of "Invisible Target" was goooooooood. Free drinks, popcorn (didnt take it though...), and a very very action pack show. Ahhh Benny Chan did it again....one of the scenes at the end was rather touching i was soooo moved. *sniff*. No tears though hee hee. Gotta keep my composure mannnnn. Anyhoo after that, I had lunch with the fellers from GB and DJ at Chilli's compliments of the very generous and happy-happy boss of DJ. Filled my tank with some rather fresh orange juice and some fajitas. Owh so good. The Fajitas had beef and melted cheese in its center and along with the Fajitas there was some rice and bean sauce, pretty good stuff I must say. *Note: Must try big ass chocolate desert next time at Chilli's...the picture was enough to make my mouth water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Last saturday was sooooooo good too. Meet up again with Kenn and Joyce aka elfe at his place with iris for some drinks and fun tee hee. This is the 2nd time I've hanged at Kenn's place until 4 am lolz but its good fun. Poor dude got a lil doozy from the shivas and started turning all red.....still aint as red as that drinking incident at Pui San's place. Nevertheless, with the influence of the great fluid, Shivas, Kenn came up with some really fun games to play like spinning in a small area in a dark room after playing a Charlie the Unicorn drinking game, singing "our song" *sucked at it due to my lack of creativity hee hee*. Too bad there aint no flashy lights there or i'd just end up on the floor. Under-The-Influence and flashy lights just dont mix, had one xp at Sanctuary and it just made my head spin more and lighter....but thank the gods for the nice tushies around me to keep me "straight".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Owh YouTube is getting more interesting these days. You can get almost any sort of clip, from weird ki channeling/attack clips to Charlie the Unicorn *Chaaaaaarrrrlie* heck even a Girly MAN clip *Girly man, man, man, man, man*. Thanks for intro-ing Charlie and Girly Man to me Kenn. So entertaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My motivation to get a PS3 has been revived after viewing the owh-so-drop-dead-mouth-watering clips for Kill Zone 2 and Devil May Cry 4. So friggin awesome. Kill Zone has graphic and motion that is so real-like I actually thought the character was human actors. As for ever so favourite Hack and Slash series, Devil May Cry, The 4th installment looks even more smoother than the 3rd and DAMNNN the moves are almost fluid as Nero (not sure but will double check on his name), switch between gun and sword play soooooo smooth like its a part of him. And his demonic right arm is one killer arm. He grabbed a demon lord (at least 30 feet tall with a friggin huge sword to go with his enormous bod) by the head and smashed it on the floor. Nero's like a bug compared to the demon lord. And Nero too has the same coo hair colour as Dante (silver-like white) and even his rockstar attitude and one can only wonder...are these two dudes related. Just cant get enough of that rockstar attitude Dante has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ahhhh yes this blog is gonna get a lil reconstruction in due time hee hee. Hope I can make something gooooooood for yer all ja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Woot in Muh Life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Music - Daughtry feat Slash " What I want"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Style - Trickster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Book(s) - Dave Barry's Guide to Guys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-6898335100839695570?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6898335100839695570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=6898335100839695570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/6898335100839695570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/6898335100839695570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/lifes-good-owh-life-is-indeed-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-5921944105263298742</id><published>2007-06-26T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T02:04:23.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The End of My Internship at Grand Brilliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As I write this, there is only an hour and a half left of my internship time here in GB. Its been so good everything has been soooooo fantastic. From the people to the entire job scope and heck even off-the-record stuff was awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today has been an ultra relaxing one in the office. I had no duties to carry out. All I did was getting my progress report completed and signed by Yen Lin. Best part about this is that my progress report is to be completed by my "immediate" supervisor which is Penny and she is off in Vietnam closing a deal since yesterday afternoon with the big boss. HR lady said as long as I work under the person is fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;After this I'll shoot over to Atria for my japanese class as usual and today is extra special hee hee. We're having the first of 2 test. Barely prepared myself and I am absolutely not in the mood for studying. Well I'll do fine I reckon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now with internship all finish and stuff (well in 1 hour and 22 mins actually) I can finally have my extra time to do my own "Thang" hee hee and I am ultra excited about all this hee hee. First off, after japanese class is a large ass dose of Battlefield 2142. Yeeeeah I'll be blasting the shietz off them enemy baddies with moi recently obtained "advance sniper rifle" hee hee. Managed to gather some very awesome materials for moi drawing stuff for reference hee hee. Besides that, I can finally start my lil shopping spree hee hee. It could be tomorrow or the day after or any other day. Ahhh the thought of it is making me nutz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As of tomorrow, I can finally go back to my regular routine. My peaceful morning wakie ups, followed by either sending my bro to college or just getting ready for the day. After that, I'd be having moi breakie with moi parents and start my day all fueled up. 3 hours after breakie, I'll be having lunch with moi parents then may head straight for bro's college to pick em up and head home to do more of my own "Thang". Around 5-6pm I'll head to the gym to pump some iron and some cycling (bad for my nutz if done for too long). Then its dinner and more of my own "Thang"!!!. Wahahaha so happy. Nap time might be 12am as always unless I have to entertain a few "people" or go yam cha and/or ta kei with the guys or even a spontaneous nite at the club with the chixas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anal Probing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mind - Slow coz no work lolz but stimulated by a very nice girl hee hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Boday - Stiff like a rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"feel" - Some where vacationing.....even "feel" needs his timeout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ATM thoughts - Whats for dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Stylez - Trickster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Book(s) - The Devil and Ms. Prym &amp; How to Talk to Anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Music - ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Quote of the entry - "To deceive the enemy, you have to deceive your allies" ahhh the art of war, so tricky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Fave Anime ATM - Claymore,  Devils May Cry, Naruto, Seto no Hanayome, Kissdum, iDolmaster,  Death Note, Nagasareta Airantou, Kekkaishi, Bleach, Sola, Kaibutsu no Oujo, etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-5921944105263298742?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5921944105263298742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=5921944105263298742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/5921944105263298742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/5921944105263298742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/end-of-my-internship-at-grand.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-3807991215193799478</id><published>2007-06-22T02:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T02:49:47.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A promo spot for GB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hello there my fellow readers the following are keyart for 2 upcoming titles from Grand Brilliance Sdn Bhd. These two titles will be screening in cinemas on the 19th of July so check it yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1) The Invisible Target&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/RnuYbOF40lI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GaZR95vGV6g/s1600-h/invisible+poster"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078820598197047890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/RnuYbOF40lI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GaZR95vGV6g/s320/invisible+poster" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cast: Nicholas Tse, Jaycee Chan and Shawn Yue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Director: Benny Chan (New Police Story &amp; Rob B Hood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2) Love is Cinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/RnuZm-F40mI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qxfbzEl8BhU/s1600-h/KEYART+LOVE+IS+CINTA+bigtree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078821899572138594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/RnuZm-F40mI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qxfbzEl8BhU/s320/KEYART+LOVE+IS+CINTA+bigtree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cast: Irwansyah, Acha, Septriasa and Andhika Pratama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Director: Hanny R Saputra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-3807991215193799478?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3807991215193799478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=3807991215193799478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/3807991215193799478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/3807991215193799478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/promo-spot-for-gb-hello-there-my-fellow.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgF86DtsOs4/RnuYbOF40lI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GaZR95vGV6g/s72-c/invisible+poster' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-1544126719928803679</id><published>2007-06-20T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T21:55:22.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Adventures of Captain Boogie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is my first entry being written in office. The atmosphere in GB is starting to be very familiar to the point it's almost like a hang-out joint. Today the air is extremely light which could be a mistake on my "feel"-o-matic-4000. Or maybe big boss aint around. Yesterday and today, I have been having my morning "yam cha" sessions out of the office along with my supervisor, Hung, and Wan most probably due to the terrible food prepared by the new canteen contractor and my supervisor pays for stuff. I don't like being belanja-ed by others, never understood why but its been like that all the while but on the other hand I wouldnt mind belanja-ing at times when I'm in Ultra-Giving Mode. I kinna like the way things are at GB, relatively slow and work comes in a moderate amount but this is not the case for my full time maties in the office whom have to juggle several assignments at once. Furthermore, the work given to me isn't that tough in my view but still its work. Some plans are being made but there is no confirmation at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My Battlefield Experience as a Recon and Support&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Recon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thrown in the middle of a Titan match. There are 16 men on each side. Both have a number of seasoned and skilled players. I play as a Recon unit. My duty vary from infiltration, demolition, and sniper. At the moment I am focusing on being an expert marksmen. At that point, the EU faction (muh team) was holding 4 of the 5 missile sites and I spawned at Silo number 3, just next to the middle point. I decided to guard the silo as majority of my team mates are engaging in a constant fire-fight with the PAC faction from infantry weapons to bi-pedal mechs and tanks. 2 minutes into the game and I manage to spot an enemy unit in the distance. Being ontop of the armory, I have a better vantage point and couching just makes me less visible and more difficult to hit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As he progressed to my location, I just observe him through the scope of my rifle. I can hear each breath exhaled and inhaled. My heart beat grew louder as he proceeded closer. Patiences was the game. I waited until he got close enough for a sure shot. Suddenly, enemy airship begin assaulting my location as my 2 other maties engaged them, I turned my scope back to my prey. He was missing. I looked around nervously as my hand started shaking more. Not good. This would definitely affect the shot I will take. Suddenly a sillhouette moved at the left end of my scope. I redirected my scope to the point and there he was. Already in the compound. Another matie of mine also saw him and opened fire causing the PAC soldier to scramble for cover behind some fuel tanks. I moved my scope to a space between the tanks for a shot. As predicted he ran. I squeezed the trigger and my rifle jerked. A second later on my screen appeared a text " You have killed XXX". After he fell, my location was over-runned by enemy assault units as they launched themselves from the titan's drop pods. I quickly relocated to the nearby mountain area and spotted the enemies for the reinforcements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Support&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Biancha was my primary weapon. A deadly 200 round machine gun that spits 60 rounds in 4-6 seconds before overheating. I was one of the many desparate EU soldiers trying to hold and capture points in a conquest map that the PAC manage to dominate. Our frontline was pinned between 2 PAC points while 2 other sat behind one of the PAC points. I decided to cover the frontline and it was an absolute warzone. There is 4 entry points, 2 in the middle of the building and 2 on the sides. The sides were doing pretty well as several season players had superior firepower and used their covers well. In addition, they had some pretty good medics over there too. The middle on the other hand was the most intense area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Men kept falling and revived by the medic and the enemy stormed the area well coordinately there was few good cover points because of the many entry points. Occasionally, enemies would overwhelm one of the sides and our covers would not shield us from that area. We had to constantly move. I was KIA-ed many times but also manage to take down 2 or 3 PAC soldiers at one time. Being familiar with the Biancha, I release a spray of hot-lead either killing, wounding, or even pinning the enemy soldiers at the gate. It was tougher to take these PAC asswipes down due to the weaker rounds my machine gun had. Nevertheless, the sheer amount of well aimed bullets did the trick. We managed to hold the front post while taking the rear enemy post allow us to push forward but the battle intensified between our frontline and the enemy's as the open area and sandstorm which limited our vision made it the open area dangerous. Many times I fell to sneaky enemy units and enemy troops in the distance. We struggled and managed to drop their counter to 0 winning us the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A lil update on moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Been awfully busy these days and time never seems enough. With battlefield 2142 in the comp, I have neglected my weekly anime dose for 3 days straight and its taking up some major space (15 Gb and counting). Asides from that, I have accomplish only a couple of goals that I've set for myself. I could blame the lack of time to do so but I wont this time. I would just say I have bad time management and lack the flexibility to do so which I am trying to improve at the moment. Hey I'm writing this entry aint I??. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyhoo I manage to meet up with the chixas last tuesday for drinks. Fashionably late as always. It was madness I tell you. The wait was soooo long I also got sooo lonely. But that was remedied with a lil scientific observation. I can confirm my earlier hypothesis that the Curve have some very good specimens to carry out any science project so if you are looking for specimens now you know where to look at. I had a Alice In Wonderland. Nope it didnt live up to its description. I didnt end up in Wonderland but it was really smooth and a lil strong in flava. Just the way I like muh stuff, smooth yet strong hee hee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The little meet up was a very informative conversation. I have found that most of the things I look for in a job can be found in EM. Besides that, I got word of a very wise and gifted master "jedi" can be found in a place called RA land. He has practice his art for a long time and he is very good at it. I shall not reveal more for I fear "jedi" groups may capture this master "jedi" for world domination. In addition, I have also discovered that the man in RA land lives up to the image of a real man I have in mind. They crash their torsos into each other, push their opposition to the ground with sheer brute strength and never give in to injuries of any sort. All this just for a weirdly shaped ball. Sounds like 300 gone wild hahaha. And there is rumour of the way these man laughs which has been said to be loud and brutish. They are not only brutish but when it comes to work they tackle their problems and come up with solution disregarding any distraction. All to get the job done. After that, they party like testosteron-filled college guys to recharge their juice for another round of work.*thumbs up* Go RA man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hahahaha it sure is fun writing about RA land like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anal Probing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mind - Steady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Boday - Wokeh bebeh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"feel" - Hungry for something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ATM thoughts - Whats for lunch??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Stylez - Royal Guard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Music -  Shimokawa Mikuni "Sore ga Ai Deshou"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Book(s) - The Devil and Ms. Pyrm &amp; How to Talk to Anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Quote of the Entry - "If its still moving, KEEP FIRING!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sentence of the Entry - "If they have a book on it, I can do it" Will Smith *it aint exactly what he said but its somewhere around there ler*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Fave Anime ATM - Claymore, Death Nate, Kaze No Stigma, Lucky Star, Bleach, Naruto Shippuuden, Sola, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-1544126719928803679?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1544126719928803679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=1544126719928803679' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/1544126719928803679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/1544126719928803679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/adventures-of-captain-boogie-this-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-1989305825337966297</id><published>2007-06-16T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T20:20:07.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;One for the Week&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Another 7 working days and internship is over. When I look back since I first started at Grand Brilliance, it felt like I joined GB not more than a week. For 7 weeks I've done numerous tasks a great majority menial and a few relatively big ones however in my view no task is too small nor too large for it contribute to the end product. I would say that amount of work I got was not overwhelming but a healthy amount all of which I could take care of in a couple of hours except for one or two. My stay at GB is indeed a fun. I get to see many many pretty ladies everyday without fail and if not the staff, the clients are VoWing nice well some only to be exact. Nevertheless I was stunned and liquified by one lady client who came over to pick some promo materials for one of the soon to be released titles (watch out for a HK action movie on the 19th of July hee hee I did a lil work on its promo tee hee). Anyhoo besides that I have lunch most of the week with some very funny people whom I like to call the fast track ppl. They are fun to have lunch over as our conversation revolve around everything from "quite" serious to senseless stuff and even office stuff (its their office stuff not mine so its just theirs) and its still damn funny. Got a surprise gift for em coming up on the day I end hee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Asides at the workplace, I have been seeing more pretty girls of late. I've told this to my mum and she said "getting perverted la" and when I told my lil bro he said "...." and raised his eyebrows. I think it's a "gauntlet-of-pretty-ladies" test from the awesome goddess up there. The entire objective is to keep me all high in testosteron 10 hours a day for my entire internship and hoping I'll explode from the overwhelming testosteron. I have failed many times and GGed from the excessive testosteron flow but I always got back on moi feet for more testosteron filled adventures. Lolz this is just a theory. I'm no less nor more perverted than I was to begin with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Owh I just read an article on snipers in the June issue of FHM and I really salute them snipers. The elite class of soldiers whose presence is a psychological one on the battlefield. Imagine a dude is aiming his rifle at you from an unknown location (200 plus metres is the max range snipers have done their thing at) and by the time you hear the sound of his shot, half of your head is already blown off. Scary. They're main job isnt to blow the crap out of ppl but to collect info as they can actually set up spot on top buildings and stay there for days despite insane weather conditions for recon. Asides from that, these fellers are also the worst treated ones. When caught by any army around the world, these hated yet respected specialist they would be given hell before death. They'd either be shot on the spot or tortured for 24 hours (and the millitary just knows how to torture you good from finger cutting to burning you while keeping you alive) before shooting their arse. And only the best soldiers are chosen to be snipers. Very coo yet scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A lil update on moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Been having a rather hectic week. Not from work of course but due to the numerous stuff I have to do and the lack of time. Somehow I still fail to practice my "popping" a couple days back which I was suppost to but my sore arm aint something I wanna push. No matter I shall take it one at a time. I've done some studying/research while watching moi anime and the one I enjoy studying/researching from the most is the series Claymore. Bunch of silver eyed blondes who possess demonic powers slaying the demons while trying not to overwhelm their human consciousness with their demonic power. And their all women. Well male warriors were "made" previously but they had a shorter service span due to their tendency to release more/all their demonic energy and go over their limit faster than their female counterparts because the demon energy gave em something similiar to sexual pleasure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wooo Imma feeling the demonic energy. Rarrrr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anyhoo the artwork is a crisp and just brilliant in my view and the story is solid. Gotta get more materials before I start my practices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am absolute-lay hooked onto Battlefield 2142. Hahaha a realistic and fun game to play with. You get to play with a bi-pedal mech, tanks and gunships. AI for the single player aint too bad. The ori version just came in earlier today and I was jumping for joy hee hee and the only thing left to do is to upgrade my internetS connection and get the latest update so I can thresh the arse off those online dudes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As for my youth exchange program, I just completed the written and interview today. Did a lot better than the first time and this time Kenn was there too. He's going to Norway while Imma heading to Japan. Need to check the dude I have to host for a couple of weeks. There was a large number of applicants who applied for Japan (207/273) and only 120 ppl gets to go. Well I'll find out in due time if I qualify which I hope I do hee hee and I'll be off learning Japanese "culture" *nods head with a blasted grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anal Probing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mind - Normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Boday - Back is annoying me again leh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Feel" - Relax relax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ATM Thoughts - I'm so proud, I'm so proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Stylez - Royal Guard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Music - JUNE "Pride of Tomorrow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Book(s) - The Devil and Ms. Prym &amp;amp; How to Talk to Anyone (stalled)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Quote of the Entry - "Doing nothing very hard to do, you never know when you're finished" Leslie Nielsen....taken from Reader's Digest May 2007 issue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sentence of the Entry - "Without music life is like a desert, endless and dry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Fave Anime ATM - Claymore, Bleach, Seto no Hanayome, Darker than Black and D-Grayman, Lucky Star, Death Note, Kaze No Stigma, Yamato Nadeshiko Shichi Henge, and Kaibutsu Oujo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-1989305825337966297?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1989305825337966297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=1989305825337966297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/1989305825337966297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/1989305825337966297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-for-week-another-7-working-days-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-4331415535158099587</id><published>2007-06-12T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T09:15:26.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Work, Poison and I see Moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A rather slow day it was at the office. Breakfast today was quite different because of the big boss who joined us. He have a rather odd sense of humour (not sure if I should call it that). Lolz Hung and Boss was making fun of the way he ate his fried rice and his "appreciation" for food despite its bad taste. Don't know if his answer was honest or just sarcastic cause it looked like from a man who've been deprived of food for a couple of days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Not much action for the day as sponsorship for "IT" has been confirmed and all thats left is for the media side to confirm stuff. Still working out on the Sales Kit. Trying to get a good picture of how the entire thing will be like and only then I will inform the boss. Hope execution turns out well and they'll like the idea hee hee coz this is a "juiced" idea tee hee. I am running out of sites to visit in the office as I keep going between scott's blog, the chixas' and friendster almost every hour. Owh and Deviantart is looking so awesome again. Found so many awesome pics and hahaha yeahhhh got that super coo gif image I've been looking for so look out for a super coo emoticon the next time you chat with me ja. Hmmm maybe I should start "exploring" interesting sites while at the office hee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Managed to see production chix. Hot as always. Lolz couldnt stop smiling deep down as she walked passed me and gave me her super soft and sweet smile. Speaking of which, its been while since I last spoke to her. Damn miss our HAHA sessions. All in that creative room which is small, comfy and spacious. Good place for "juicing" ideas man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Did a wee bit too much reading from 9-4pm till I got a serious mental block even if you minus the 1 hour break, thats a lot of reading. But its good reading I reckon. Asides from that, I have finally confirmed one of my archilles heels hahaha and there is a saying that goes something like "your strength is your weakness". I concur with who ever said that. This achilles heel surfaced once previous but I just wasnt too convinced to conclude so did some of moi experiments but it never came back. Until today. Hahaha so glad it came back and at an unexpected time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This internship is actually teaching me a lot. Not only in term of work related skills but also other stuff which I'm too lazy to mention here and its for me to know and for you to guess hee hee. Nevertheless these skills are indeed vital to several of my future projects which I intend to carry out. I think all this is possible is because of the very friendly work environment I'm in and there is no stress or maybe the after numerous traumatizing nights of worrying and the pimped up hide the girls gave me has just made me more.....relax. Who knows. Speaking of growth...yeah reading the chixas blogs actually made me realize that I too am growing in some small itsy bitsy way and the best part there is this feeling I have that......bah never mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Alritey since its said that one of the ways to curb procrastination is by actually writing it down so heres a list of things that I am to kick start by next week as things starts becoming more stable;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;- Restart my "Popping" class after moi internship ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;- Train my "boogie" moves thrice a week &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;- Finish my two books by the end of the first week of July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;- Brush up on my Japanese starting with level 3 stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;- Create two new habits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;- Get a Sudoku book and start working on it hee hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quite a list indeed for a newbie but nothing gets my juice stirring more than some fun of this sort hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anal Probing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mind - Juice overwhelming hee hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Boday - Big and Jiggly as always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"feel" - I feel ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ATM Thought - Nap time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Stylez - Trickster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Music - Kiuji Saori "Blast of Wind"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Book(s) - The Devil and Ms. Prym &amp; How to Talk to Anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Quote of the entry - "Your strength is your weakness" (Owh I feel it bugger)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sentence of the entry - "How do you eat an elephant?? One bite at a time" (Owh I just love this one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anime I just loveeee - Claymore (Super love), Bleach, Naruto Shippuuden, Nagasarete Airantou, Seto no Hanayome, Kaze no Stigma, Death Note, Lucky Star, Yamato Nadeshiko Shichi Henge, Kaibutsu Oujo (love ojou's artwork), Sola, D-Gray Man, iDolmaster, Kekkaishi, Seirei no Moribito, Darker than Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-4331415535158099587?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4331415535158099587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=4331415535158099587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/4331415535158099587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/4331415535158099587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/work-poison-and-i-see-moi-rather-slow.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-8795703367440148472</id><published>2007-06-10T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T08:59:46.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So much to write but so little time. This entry will be a summary of some of the things that I have seen over the past week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thursday Dance Nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Work was going swell. Given a healthy amount of work from boss and from the others in the department. Rather quiet due to many on MC / leave. Got a call from sammy/iris for a bootyshaking session hee hee. Its been so long since we last clubbed and was quite excited about it buuuut the super excited me totally forgot about moi japanese homework. Ish two hours just to finish up some rather simple excersizes (i cant read my japanese characters well yet hee hee) so after I finished em all it was 10 edi. Headed over to their place for a drink (soju &amp; "grape juice" was good). Owh at their place was ApEK the legendary fren of iris whom is super funny and fun to hang with. Dude abstine (hope i got the name rite) a must...hope we get to see them green pixies. Headed to FLAM and did our thang and this time around it was slightly different hee hee. More bootyshaking for moi hee hee. There was this crazy ass girl who kept swinging her head like one of them african rituals. Scary. Even the dudes dancing with her were kinda scared. Quite a few girls in pairs. Owh I like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Another one hits 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Awesome 21 to Ch'ng Wei. His 21 party was a very fun and interesting one indeed. A live band (courtesy of kenn's band Aural Joint) and tse mei's ku cheng (dude did i get the name rite?? i'm going by sound lolz) performance was VoW-ing. Loved those rock songs the Aural Joint did (its pronounce Oral Joint hee hee hee) and Tse Mei's Ku Cheng was just amazing. I was totally glued to her playing. Damn these chinese instruments have this very refine and sexy feel to it. I'm hooked. Next is the erhu. Asides from the live performance, did some catching up with some of the old Samad dudes and as the party carried on into the nite hahah here comes the best part. 2 guys got wasted on Vodka, Chivas and some Wine. Lolz was quite amusing seeing em puke their insides out as they sat near the bush and drain puking out their dinner every what.....5-10 mins. This is my first time seeing 2 guys getting wasted at a party hahaha. Asides from the puking they were falling off their chair, mumbling to the point I cant understand shietz lolz and yea one of em was on the floor in the fetal position puking occasionally lolz. Well some of the other dudes had to care for em and salute em I do *salute*. Around 1 we went for mamak-ing and I alone finished 3 teh o ice limau with 1 100 plus. It was really demanding watching 10 dudes go 5 v 5 in a good game of basketball at 1 in the morning. When they got back, I saw the most amazing thing mannnn. Vapor was actually coming off their backs (well kok weng, wai loon and kelvin...never did see vapor from the others). Damnn it looked sooooo friggin coo. Well it was major evaporation happening at that point. Looked like when keanu reeves got back from hell in constantine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A lil update about moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well moi internship is coming to an end. Another 12 more working days and buh bye. It has been loads of fun and I've learnt quite abit about the distribution side of movies. Very interesting indeed. Currently there are some big stuff I'm involved in and just love it. Man on another note, my youth exchange interview/written exam will be this coming saturday. Havent prepared shietz yet but i reckon i'd do pretty well hee hee. Suppost to buck up on my japanese but yet again....I have not touch my book for today again. This 2 weekends have been awfully fast and had to rush lotsa stuff...heck even this entry is a rush job. Asides from that I think its about time I started taking my drawing, dancing and 2 other projects a bit more seriously of course with my japanese too. Hee hee operation *tut* cant work without em. Well its been a great week as always and I shall update as soon as I can. Owh internet was down for the past 2 days and it blows plus the con speed was amazingly slow too. I think it still is. Anyhoo I shall update in due time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anal Probing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mind - Clear as clear can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Boday - Belakang very annoying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Stylez - Trickerster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Feel" - Ready to whoop some tushies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ATM Thoughts - .......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Music - Nightmare "Raison d'Etre"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Book - The devil and Ms Pyrm &amp; How to talk to anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Quote of the entry - "Battle plans never survive the first battles"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sentence of the entry - "How am I evil when I am actually ridding the world of those who hurt others??" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anime Titles - Claymore, Bleach, Yamato Nadeshiko Shichi Henge, iDolMaster, Nagasareta Airantou, Seto no Hanayome, Kaze no Stigma, Lucky Star, Naruto Shippuden, Darker than Black, D-Gray Man, Sola and Death Note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-8795703367440148472?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8795703367440148472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=8795703367440148472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/8795703367440148472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/8795703367440148472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-much-to-write-but-so-little-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-181457151655638260</id><published>2007-05-25T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T10:22:24.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today's a good day for anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well what can i say...i'm one of the lucky chumps around. A lot has happened today so lets start off with work. Everything proceeded slow after i recovered from my terrible 5 in 1 flu as my marketing plan was only going to be discussed next monday and i didnt really have anything to do. Went for breakfast and I noticed office girl #15643. She was at the drink place ordering her stuff and our eyes just meet once. Nothing really happened. Got my drink and hung's and headed back to where hung was sitting and blaimy girl #15643 also sat a table away from me alone. I looked at her and she smiled in a very kawaii way and cheeky to then it hit me. She looks almost like pintones. Double kill!!. There goes my leg all numb from those super leg melting smiles. What a way to start work. Then an investor lady fren of hung joined us and they talked investor stuff in cantonese...not interested i was reading the sun. On the way back to the office hung told me that next week monday and tuesday he will be taking me on the location spotting thingy. Hahaha finally more action. So i was gliding back thinking of what awaits me next monday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*Puff* Wan asked me to get 3 high resolution photoshots and i am to find a ho chak episode which is missing and we both cant find the last few days. All this by the end of the day. The photo thingy was both good and bad hee hee coz well i got to socialize more with the girls in production (the moment has cometh hahaha) as i spent almost 2 hours getting 3 good stillshots from the movie lieutanant Adnan. She was very cooperative and so was the other 2 girls *nod head*. So we joked and all but by the end of the day hee hee it was 12 sumthing already and im suppost to settle the ho chak thing which i have no idea how to despite talking to the 8tv ppl. Replied some mails and i found that i havent completed several tasks assigned to me by moi supervisor. Did those to a certain extent and quickly left to meet up with the 8tv lady. She was there...ish bad timing and it was around 1. Stomach was growling bad..could hear it growl as i wrote my message on a piece of paper for the lady. Blimey....she walked in and we tried to sort something out and the info she gave was rather helpful. Headed straight for lunch with the fast track girls. Thought i was late but lolz fashionable early as always and after reparking my car i headed to the food court and lolz by luck ina caught my eye.....save me the trouble of searching sumore. So we sat down (almost dropped my tray was a lil embarassing but just shrugged it off...been doing this shrugging thingy quite abit of late). Tok loads of kok with the girls....i have finally loosen up after 4 weeks lolz and i can talk quite freely...haha late bloomer as always. I show em my cwaaaazy side...well parts of it hahah so funny. I like their kookieness too.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rushed back after lunch to sort out the deal memo fax stuff and consulted with my supervisor over mail about some stuff. As each task i accomplish.....it jolts my system with euphie juice and the excitement as such which i have been waiting for 4 weeks is finally here...gave me the ultimate OD hahaha super hyper man. So i finished most of my task except for a few. One lesson...coordinating task between ppl can be difficult which require some pure virgo trait...lolz which i didnt bother to use hee hee. It helps to "lube" the whole coordinating process. Do bear this in mind, get specific details and as much as you can and also make sure u have a line to contact a person who can advice a noob like u lolz. So most of my task finished and i finally helped a lil with the A&amp;P stuff...new chinese movie...looks good. The A&amp;amp;P in distribution and sales is slightly different from what i've seen in advertising and i shall leave it as so. As the 6th hour approached....things began cooling down and all i had to do was pick up some of the print materials from the production place and im off. Comp had prob so had to stay with the girls for another 40 mins hee hee. Well i got quite abit of stuff to do for next week which im super happy about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Japanese class just got more fun. Miki-san said that if we can finish the sylabus early....hee hee we can actually do a class trip to the mall. Shopping is the main deal.....the objective is to translate everything the sales person says into japanese and what she says into english. Hoho this will be quite interesting....all the more reason to brush up on my japanese. Sorry chicas i cant join u for the massage....uhhh ahhhh i feel the massaging goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Several hours ago as i got back i "crashed" my lil bro's bbq party and it was good fun. A different yet familiar group of ppl. The short but fun bbq party was indeed what my body needed to end the day....good food, fun company and a load of laughs...plus a clean dose of teen spirit!!! owh yeah!!! hahaha. What a great kooky bunch of frens my lil bro have....just as kooky as the ppl i love hanging out with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anal Probing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mind - Awesome...i feel my mind finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Boday - Power Overwhelming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Feel" - HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OD TO DA MAX!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ATM Thought - Today is as good as my uni days with the chicas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Music - Tom Jones "Sex Bomb"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Book - A novel of temptation "The devil and ms Prym"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Quote of the Entry - "We are what we think we are" Annoynomous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sentence of the Entry - "To copy is effortless, to innovate is creativity, to materialize is godlike"....dun get the last part but its sooo coo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-181457151655638260?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/181457151655638260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=181457151655638260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/181457151655638260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/181457151655638260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2007/05/todays-good-day-for-anything-well-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-4131148848110945490</id><published>2007-05-19T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T09:35:36.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;An old story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Incidents of my previous week with the chicas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yesterday was one of the slowest days in my internship so far and there wasnt much to do. Finally got word on what to do for the following week. Will be quite interesting...as i got a early head on...i might get bullied hee hee....now this will be fun indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Was half dead in japanese class (i get tired when there is no work to be done) so decided to munch on some yummy zinger max and milo to rejuve my arse but it didnt. Entered class a lil earlier coz there was sum extra lesson for matie kam wai whose gonna be taking some japanese exam for a full scholarship to carry out his thesis in japan for 2 years. 15 mins before class started...got a buzz from sammy...sounds lively as ever....and there it was...."you free later?? wanna go clubbing". *KCHING* Though tired i just had to go....its been awhile since i last hit the club with the girls and at one point i almost rejected the offer...hee hee i want to agree was far greater. Still was sleepy thru out the class but at the end....hee hee an overwhelming energy overtook me and GO GO GO! i went. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Raced there thinking that they would already be there....BUUUUUUUUT...when i got there...buzzed em and they were still at home *krik krik*. Potong stim only.....but that gave me time to munch on some PAWARBAR and some GENKI JUICE to fuel my tushie moving later hee hee. As i munched on them i was looking around and noticed the people are very different in a way from the people i've been seeing a lot lately in 1U. Some sort of vibe. Even at starbucks and all....they were just different. Decided to headover to sanctuary to check them chixs out. Owh i was not disappointed one bit. Loads of FUUUUUHHH-nya chixs. Headed straight for the bar and ordered a TIGARRR (great way to start a dwinking frenzy and footloose) and as i was about to finish moi dwink....UFF someone belakang mali. My my who could it be in this place at this hour. A hot chix i thought. It was better....it was sammy!!....then there came iris with a bear hug (almost died there as i was pressed against the bar and had my life force squeezed out of my body slowly....lolz). Ahhh the reunion was sweet. Owh then sammy's fren.............shietz i seriously cant remember his name edi. *Dudette...do tell me what's his name next time we meet ya. Well the night started off with a squeeze and finding a spot to chill at. So hard to get a good spot in Sanctuary leh. Brushing shoulders with so many of them waiters...lolz they had a hard time pushing me a side at time....coz i wanted to be evil hee hee. Slowly we started dancing (after their long island ice tea came...they started) and later a couple of their fun collegues joined us and they were super fun people especially Wally (did i get the name rite??). Cant really remember names for the nite for some odd reason. The other 2 were also fun but one was dead tired and danced a lil while the other looked troubled....nevertheless they still had a fun feel to em. After the left...the place got tighter but that wouldnt stop us from dancing. Yeah thats where the real dancing begun and i shall leave it at that for what bootie shaking happens at Sanctuary stays there hee hee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Had a nice long chat with the more than tipsy iris about stuff. Very interesting the way she talks when she is more than tipsy as we waited for magicman to come to giver her a ride back. Super long man that dude took to get ready and all. Dude it was more than enough time for me to sweep her off her feet and take her back to my place and have my way with her....lolz jk jk dude. Anyhoo the chat lasted for quite abit and yes now i really miss the uni days. Dont really have time for myself or others since i started working and there is only 3 more weeks left so i guess that is almost over with. Wooohooo speaking of uni...provisional results are out and i passed everything *phew* saved my the grace of the Goddess of Mercy yet again. Well after the even more tipsy sammy and her fwen came down.....we talked abit more....the girls had their heads on the table and were all UUUUUUHHHHHHHHHH....lolz so funny leh the both of them. They never fail to amuse me. I think they both got their hides pimped while doing their internship coz they had a sought of different energy going on. I will call it trine energy coz it a mix of a few colour and its lumious.....or was i just high from the dwinks....head wasnt light though. Anyhoo when magicman came....lil ol moi walked her to the car and then left for A&amp;W. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;At A&amp;W the most exciting thing happened. An arrest was made on a malay guy. Not entirely sure what the charge was but he must have pissed the cops real bad coz as he was taken to the patrol car, a copper grabbed the suspect by his shirt and mumbled something in a very pissed tone and had to be separated by a fellow copper. There i was wanting to pull a prank on the cops at the start (that mr bean gun thingy hee hee...just for kicks) and there they were coming all pissed to book some criminal....wonder what would happened if i pulled it off hee hee.....owh and after everything ended...a nice chat with romeo revealed something interesting. You da man romeo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;On the way home there was a suspicious waja near the roundabout at my place which had a cop car parked behind it with its flashers on. Didnt really bother to absorb everything but man one interesting clubbing nite with two cop incident.....man the chicas really do bring me out during the fun stuff happens. Man life would be dull without u girls hee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-4131148848110945490?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/4131148848110945490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/4131148848110945490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2007/05/old-story-incidents-of-my-previous-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-6687868052265735889</id><published>2007-05-17T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T08:01:36.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hopes &amp; Premonitions revealed. Pervywan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It is indeed a good day yet again. Saw the hot chix again and i didnt melt....see see i can be pretty hard to tempt lolz. Finally i got word from boss about my real assignment. Well off she is to Korea on sunday and part of what i remember was that i had to manage stuff she was handling with astro, tv9, simfoni (a company that supplies tmpoint with those nice LCD tvs and the programs it airs), coordinate stuff with some of the clients whom got the screeners and something involving the japanese clients. After this 3rd week hee hee finally i get to see some interesting action. Owh Hung (my morning yam cha kaki) also said its okie if i tagged along for location "something"....its where he decides what to sell to the cinema fellers...some surveying the mall thingy hee hee...sounds like fun man. I wonder what will i be doing for the A&amp;P team. So as i predicted that the real work indeed did come true.....hee hee my snooping around indeed did pay off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today was another relaxing day did more CD flaming did some menial office work (cutted a big ass box hee hee....im pretty good with a blade *KCHING*) and loads of reading on the internets. Speaking of which...boss said i could help out the admin lady in determining internet content too hee hee...nothing confirmed about this one. So judging from the stuff i would be doing, i anticipate meetings, client meets, department colabs and loads of calling hee hee. Gotta brush up on lotsa stuff. Owh did quite abit of chatting with da boss too....followed her to the MPPJ building...found out she has a degree in mass comm from one of the 2 top places to study mass comm from the states....ms syireen was in one of the 2 best place btw. It hit me at one point when i was burning the last CD that i actually dreamt about burning the cd in that cubical earlier in the year...never understood at that point but that small second reminded me of that dream. Lolz im baaaaack. Owh owh plus i might be actually doing some xtra time at GB...but this is still being considered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Been reading lotsa stuff to pimp my comm skills up and there is this dude Scott H. Young....he has quite an interesting bit on getting to know urself, discouragement, balancing yer life and speed reading....an interesting view and facts on this kinda stuff for a young adult....plus there are other insane stuff you can just find on the net...with a lil curiousity and patience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well the day i've been waiting for is almost here. Wonder if im up to the task. All i have to tar pau this lil task is my euthusiasm, ignorance, guts and "feel". Lolz quite the arsenal for the job. I got no friggin skill nor xp on sales or distribution but i guess my "F.G.I.E" would most probably make it up for it. At one point i had doubts about my placement in GB but it turns out everything is indeed alrite. 2 weeks into menial work, burning cds and watching em got me doubting if im in the right place and if i would get any real action but indeed i will. Made some moves poking for work around the office. YEAH I GO AROUND LOOKING FOR WORK. Not really sure why but i just have this insatiable need for work at the office. Plus i go in an hour earlier....and no i have my breakies now at 9.50am or 10+am not the usual 7 sumthing schedule. Might be a workoholic or its one of my typical VIRGO THE VIRGIN (it shall be refered as VV in future entries hee hee) traits hee hee. And ppl are still looking at me funny!! even in the mall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Been making some minor changes in my attitudes too hee hee....fine tuning the pimped hide with some good ol parts just for kicks too. Chicas worries not...im still pretty much the same dude...big and loud....lolz like a truck *HONK! HONK!*....would u like to pull my HONK? lolz!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-boogie out-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anal Probing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mind - Ready to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Body - Ufff need a massage.....coz i feel like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"feel" - "feel" online *tit tit tit*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Stylez - Trickster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ATM thoughts - MANNNN gotta start boogie-ing again soon...got new student hee hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Music - Maroon 5 "Makes me wonder" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Book - Freakanomics (almost done)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Status - Awesome as always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Quote of the Entry - Speech is therefore what distinguishes human beings from other species&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sentence of the Entry - Let there be light (its from the Torah man)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-6687868052265735889?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6687868052265735889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=6687868052265735889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/6687868052265735889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/6687868052265735889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2007/05/hopes-premonitions-revealed.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-8378674325009263703</id><published>2007-05-17T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T07:10:36.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PLAGARIZED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;An article that brought back good ol memories. Very touching for moi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Malaysia 80s Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First of all, do any of you having problems viewing my blog ? Coz i'm having problem blogging :P Just can't login this damn page ... well JUST incase this page goes down ... pls change the link to my xanga site ar :P The link is at the left hand side la .. the last 1 .. zhong2 ... i think it's xanga.com/peisqo or something like tat ... it's exactly the same as here .. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Anyways ... found this 'article' again !! yes this is darn old ... seen it few times .. but never fails to put a smile on my face :) ... im sure it will work on you guys too ... For Non-Malaysians, this is what we do when we're young hehe .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;We grew up watching Transformers,Thundercats, Woody Woodpecker,Chipmunks, Mickey Mouse, Jem, Mask,Ninja Turtles, Voltron, Baja Hitam,Ultraman n not forgettin POWER RANGERSn BUGS BUNNY!!!and anderra yippa mice?smile.gif, McGyver ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;had to brush our teeths during recessat primary school? had to hold plasticcups, line up with your classmates sideby side and start brushing our teethsat some open area... or maybe near some drain??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;do you still remember that we had'dentist' rooms where we had to haveourteeths check? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;not to forget our 'program minum susu'in primary school.. everybody issupposeto buy like cartons of milk that costed30 cents.. and you would see everyonedrinking it everyday...its d UHTmilk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;the teachers who would want to punishus must use yellow rulers to hit us onour palms?? 1 metre length..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;that a bowl of mihun soup or some souponly costed 50 cents at the schoolcanteen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;went to some sundry shop near theschoolor to the 'roti' man waiting outsideourschools so that we can buy junk foodlike chickedees, mamee, ding dang withsome toys in it, 'Ti Kam', ice-creamandwe would play games like monopoly, uno,old maid, and all other card games likethat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;another fun time would be duringPendidikan Jasmani. the boys wouldplay football while the girls wouldplay netball... and it would be like wewere playing in the world cup... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;but of course. the best would be mainguli, batu seremban, bottlecaps, ice-cream sticks, 'Pepsi Colaone-two-three', Cops and Robbers, mainkejar-kejar duduk,getah... and for thenot so active, those kind of 'bookgames' where we would use buku latihanto draw and ask our friends to play... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;do you remember the ice-cream tubeswhich are actually ice and colouringthat are sold for 10 to 20 cents.. thecolourful ones.. where you usually biteoff the top to glup it down.orangetastes b best..(pop-ice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;what about days when we felt like doingnaughty things such as folding papersso small to make 'lastik' amd shooteach other... how about throwingchalks??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;back then, micheal jackson was justturning white.. and still had albumscoming out.. compared to CD's, we werelistening to tapes that sold for RM9.90...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;in computer class, we were still usingblack and white computer moniters..played 'Atari'... maybe SEGA orNINTENDO.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;well, are we all getting older or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;1) if you understand what you have readand you are smiling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;2) we have friends from school that arealready married...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;3) we shake our heads everytime wesee high school students fussing abouttheir handphones in school..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;4) we don't hang on phone with ourfriends for hours a day talking aboutnothing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;5) when we meet back with our friendsfrom time to time, we feel excited andhappy talking about old times, thefunny 'adventures' or stories that weexperienced as a kid..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;6) last but not least, that when youread this, you would think of all thehappy &amp; sad memories that you haveexperienced when you were still a kidand would think of forwarding this toyour old friends that you have knownsince forever... i'm sure they wouldhave a huge smile on their face afterreading this.....p/s : Ppl say i look happy all the time ... really ? I think i really just LOOK happy haha ... good enough i guess ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;it's My Life. (2007). Malaysia 80s Baby. Retrieved on 17 May 2007. From  &lt;a href="http://peisqo.blogspot.com/2007/04/malaysia-80s-baby.html"&gt;http://peisqo.blogspot.com/2007/04/malaysia-80s-baby.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hee hee see i plagarized ur stuff Z...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-8378674325009263703?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8378674325009263703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=8378674325009263703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/8378674325009263703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/8378674325009263703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2007/05/plagarized-article-that-brought-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-8875514797480311072</id><published>2007-05-16T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T08:04:12.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A Quickie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ish not much time left to update so this will be a quickie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Work today was slightly different hee hee. Finished the screeners and burning...all thats left is to burn mukhsin tomorrow and im done. Was super free at work by noon. Had lunch with the fast-track fellers.....and they are indeed a fun bunch of ppl hee hee tok lotsa nonsense especially CC. Well the fun part all begun when i went around looking for something to do in the production department. Hee hee and there she was (cant remember her name...shietz). E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;arlier in the day hung introed me to a dude who seem like the head production feller and she was there...she noticed me and gave me a sweet frenly smile. Dunno if i blushed. Each time we looked at each other she smiled. Suspicious indeed. When i snooped around in the production place, i headed straight for the studio which has this $50K editing equipment. Not only the production dude was there but so is she. And she smiled again...anymore smiles and i'd just die. Well at that point i asked permission to hang around to see how production work is done and i kinda realized no one in my dept knows im there. She leaves the room. Realizing i should tell someone....i went out and she smiled again....shietz GG man....and she asked "why im leaving so fast"....*dup dup* heart beating with adrenaline and testosteron hee hee. After informing the clerk i headed back and see how the production head and hot chix did their work. Super coo equipment man....they can friggin edit the ADs and motions and vocals man....friggin coo. I was sitting behind them both and i was of course closer to her....did some small chat with the head dude and her hee hee and it was quite stiff (yeah i havent learn the art of conversation....YET). She was just stunning in appearance....a regular girl next door man...long hair, rather tall and....yes nice bod....fuhh my nose is gonna bleed bad. I think she is a witch...coz it was an enchanting xp man sitting around her...heck even looking at her was intoxicating....just as good as euphie man. Well tomorrow i'll go do more "networking" with her. Over this past 3 weeks i have noticed that there is quite a number of ppl...dudes and chixs whom keep looking at me...especially on mondays and tuesdays. The girls i dont mind but why the dudes and it got me thinking......am i that good looking??? hahaha wtf damn vain wei. Haha okie okie well what i think it my size which is the X factor....its the first thing many comment about....except the fast track fellers. What havent seen jugs this big before?? Well their mine and off limits to you....except the hot chix hee hee. Owh and there is this chinese girl...lolz head producer and hot chix thinks the chinese girl is cute....lolz i shall get the depth of this soon. Yeah eric im doing what you asked of me....*thumbs up* ur a good influence just like the chicas hee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;With the lack of work to do...i desparately looked for work and it was sooo bad that i was even gamed to label some keys for the admin dude. Well besides that i've been surfing and there was quite a number of interesting quotes which u can see at the bottom and yeah the internet is indeed an interesting place to be hee hee so much fun stuff ya can dig out when ur desparate to do something hee hee. Owh besides that i think i have figured out how those fortune tellers actually determine someones future with their birth date. It all has to do with our Sun and moon sign mainly but other attributes of us is also influenced by planets such as mercury, venus and well for me a virgo (the virgin lolz!!) would be vulcan (yea he's got da thundaaaaa). Well go to that link on my virgo entry and read up on sun signs ler which explains pretty much. Now that explains why the girl at tuition said im not like other virgos.....lolz i am emotional so she said lolz....anyhoo now the sun sign stuff is indeed making lotsa sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Will update with greater detail over the weekend or sumthing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anal Probing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mind - Hoho guud guud...da juice is in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Body - Tough like a tankie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Stylez - Trickster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"feel" - AWESOME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ATM Thoughts - Haha i wonder how much more interesting will things turn out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Music - Abington Boys School "Howling"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Book - Freakanomics (Stalled for the moment)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Status - Single and N/A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Quote of the day -  "Small people speak about people. Medium people speak about places and things. Big people speak about ideas." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A facinating old saying i found while browsing around...i wonder which am i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sentence of the day - And i end up like a volcano whe im wrapped around my love. Baby girl you make me say WOOO uuuuu UUUUU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-8875514797480311072?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8875514797480311072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=8875514797480311072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/8875514797480311072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/8875514797480311072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2007/05/quickie-ish-not-much-time-left-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-6497571882162781258</id><published>2007-05-07T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T19:13:37.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CC Guys, Upping Momentum, and the Howling Prophecy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today is the 3rd day of my internship at Grand Brilliance and at this point im pretty comfy already and also kinda get the feeling something big is coming my way in due time. Anyway last saturday was a good day indeed....had lotsa chill time after the first 2 days of my internship. Did lotsa catching up with my anime library and it sure brought back the good old days hee hee. Anyhoo had a CC session with the guys on friday did some COD lolz and boy was it quite an interesting match...didnt get the highest kill but had the fun playing dead among the dead bodies and kick them tushies from the rear and after that had a grueling 2 hours of C&amp;C3 as we got threshed by brutal and HARD comps....quite the pain. Yam Cha was up on the saturday...lotsa catching up....and very new info on SOMEONE who got a chix edi...never tell me and he is currently aint replying my messages.....must still be busy studying biology with his chix either in his room or her's. Scary thing about the yam cha session was the fact that the big sista at william's there actually learnt TNT kickboxing...not sure how true but she seemed pretty honest about it..if she wanted to attack kenn...she said she would push em on the floor...sit on em....and punch the living day lights out of his soon-to-be lifeless body...i think he'd be dead the moment she sits on him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Alritey this morning was a real blue monday for moi. I was really reluctant to go for work...despite being told to dress up casually for the day. Yeah casual rulez but moi office attire had some very interesting effect on a group of ppl at 1U during lunch...hee hee. Anyhoo it was all normal at GB..continued doing what i was doing last friday....watching documentaries for the first half of the day. Owh I AM a workoholic and i take my job too seriously lolz...but im learning to lighten up......again hee hee after my lil experiment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well based on the lil look seeing...i got a feeling im gonna handle quite a bit of work at GB in the coming weeks as my snooping around where i think i will be aiding the advertising and promotion team plus run around doing some sales and might actually handle clients. Well time will tell......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;New update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Shietz havent had time to update this entry and now its already saturday. Anyhoo things are indeed getting more interesting. The senior manager got back from a trip and was having my 10 o'clock break (lolz we're not suppost to have one buuuuut.....) and the boss was sitting on the same table. Hung (my kaki minum fren) was talking to the boss and when he got to the pirates of the carribeans ad...he tore it out and showed it to the boss and tok some more about the 2 movies that are coming out soon....the boss then said....get "him" to help out with the movies...never did get it at first until later hung told me that i would be helping the A&amp;P team soon. On another note....im almost done viewing all the screeners (documentaries almost everyday...sure get jelak man) and hopefully i get to start more of the real action after this. Another thing i hope is that i dont get into trouble with the boss. Everyone who speaks to him, based on what i have seen for the past week is that they end up raising their voices to the point the look like their are arguing. Well no mood to write edi...just wanna chill. Owh before i end...i need to say that the good ol boogie me is back.....and i realize how much influence the spontaneous chicas have on moi life after finishing this lil experiment i did over the past couple weeks....lets just say they pimped my hide hee hee....see ya girls later for lunchie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anal Probing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mind - Good good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Body - Not bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ATM thoughts - Lolz i wonder how bad can things turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"feel" - hohoho back and kicking lotsa tushies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Stylez - Trickster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Music - abington boys school - HOWLING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Book - Freakanomics (almost done)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Status - Awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-6497571882162781258?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6497571882162781258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=6497571882162781258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/6497571882162781258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/6497571882162781258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2007/05/cc-guys-upping-momentum-and-howling.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-2330599616256510892</id><published>2007-04-29T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T09:21:19.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Night Before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well the day i've been waiting for is almost here. Yeah tomorrow is the beginning of moi internship at Grand Brilliance Sdn Bhd. Don't really feel anything. Not expecting anything which is for the better. Did some shopping for moi internship so i can look hawt lolz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lotsa stuff happened in the week before this. Did lotsa spontaneous stuff with the girls, had an intense mamak session. For the first time i actually had a mamak session between the samad gang and the girls which turned out....as i feared.....insanely fun. Lolz that mamakz session spelled out my impending doom as what i have managed to get was this PROJECT BERTHA....ZOMG!! im dead lolz. An evil plan was hacthed by the guys and girls to do very evil things to me with one thing in mind.....absolute corruption of moi lil innocent soul. May god have mercy. Asides from the very "intense" mamak session is my first pitch. Did the promo material pitch to Syko-G  which turned out better than expected coz he found the direction of my entire campaign was exactly what he wanted to project and to whom he wanted to. But i must say the campaign still has many flaws. Nevertheless i am super happy that he liked my "direction" and the materials. Plus i had a lil chat with him which was very inspirational and motivating. After that pitch, did some shopping with the girls....though they did say it was shopping to get their internship attire...they ended up shopping for more under-garments than tops and office pants (yes PT ur butt looks good so stop showing it to me already). Had a round two of shopping with the girls....ahhh this time finally they did went around seeing more stuff for office but still.....we somehow ended up at la senza again. After the first round.....i was thought the secrets to picking girls undies (huhuhu) and my eyes are embedded with the ability to measure a girl's...erhm upper torso with quite some accuracy....dunno how i got it.....but it came all of a sudden. Hee Hee beware girls...these eyes are tainted and i can measure u in a glance.....MUAHAH...just kidding...i think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anyhoo the short break between the papers also gave me some time to actually catch up on my gaming and hee hee reading (comp broke down so need to kill time). Yesh!! finally i got a new comp which is super powderful. The best part of the whole new comp is da monitor....so friggin HUGE!! its a 22 friggin inch dell monitor. Gaming is never the same and so is watching anime lolz....i see everything so frigging clear now hahahaha. Fuhhh it is difficult to contain this excitement after all battlefield-ing 2142 on a 22 inch monitor is sumthing i never thought of....reminds me of the first season of the apprentice when they had that super huge monitor which was about 40 inch at least. The 256Gb of hard disk space is insane. Its like a black hole to keep yer files man....each time i dl some 200mb file...all i see is that there is another 60gb of space left...lolz (split the hard disk into 3 separate ones) owh owh plus the old hard disk is in this comp too....thats quite abit of space now isnt there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Though alls good, i feel something is very out of place and i think this "bad juju" manifested in a very odd way. Was having my afternoon nap yesterday and after i awoken, my bod felt very odd, like something is pulling me down...like an anvil or something. It was mum's b'day and the entire evening i couldnt shake the crappy feeling. I thought it was just another waking-up-on-the-wrong-side-of-the-bed. Had dinner and all then on the way back...i realized the feeling my back was giving off.....it was the same feeling i always have when im sick. A few hours later....i had a chill and my back just got worst and my mood just went down the drain....felt like crap and i didnt have a good night's sleep too as i keep waking up just for a min before sleeping again...and even with a large layer of "natural jacket" and a caltex jacket...it was still chilly. Stuff got worst the following morning as i had other nasty stuff plus i lost my tastebuds....food just dont taste that good without you babeh.....hee hee just felt like saying that. The other odd thing is i cant seem to get any juice......must get to da bottom of tis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anal Probing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mindz - Foggy to da max&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Boday - Getting betta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Stylez - Snorlax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"feel" - Lost somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ATM thoughts - ZZZZZzzzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Music - Daft Punk's Harder Faster Stronger Better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Books - Freakanomics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Status - Single and lovin every single bit of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-2330599616256510892?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2330599616256510892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=2330599616256510892' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/2330599616256510892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/2330599616256510892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2007/04/night-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-8747377900937677413</id><published>2007-04-19T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T18:00:52.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Virgo the Virgin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and I LOLed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hahahahahaha now this is super funny....some are true some arent but overall i like the description. Do enjoy. &lt;a href="http://mizian.com.ne.kr/englishwiz/library/names/zodiac/virgo.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;http://mizian.com.ne.kr/englishwiz/library/names/zodiac/virgo.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The following are some description i found very amusing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgo is the sign of the virgin, but you can't take the symbolism too literally. I can assure you that a September birthday is no guarantee of virginity. Although lots of Virgos remain bachelors and spinsters, there are also plenty who finally settle into connubial bliss. They may not do so with any sudden burst of fire and passion, because marriage is not a natural state for the Virginian nature; yet it's surprising how many of them master its teamwork, and they're almost always devoted to their families. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(LOLZ the virgin!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social gatherings are not the best hunting grounds when you're searching for these perfectionists. You're more like&amp;shy;ly to find them working late at the office than being gre&amp;shy;garious at a cocktail party. It's not easy for Virgos to relax sufficiently to enjoy the carefree social swim, because they're basically uncomfortable in crowds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgo eyes are often so astonishingly clear you can almost see your reflection in them. They sparkle with intelligence and clarity of thought. There's a purity and tranquility of expression on Virgo features that seems to deny those secret worries. Most of them are extremely attractive, with delicate noses, ears and lips. There's cer&amp;shy;tainly no lack of grace and charm, and there may be a bit of vanity which pops up at odd moments. Virgos are very critical of their own photographs and fussy in the extreme about how they look, both on film and in person. (&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lolz love the part on the photographs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Virgo is normally a small person, certainly no giant, but he's muscular, and he has far more strength than his fragile appearance suggests. These people can stand more intense work over a longer period of time than the tougher, more brawny signs-if they can avoid a nervous breakdown in the process. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(im "small" and im baddddddd LOLZ)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgos are unquestionably dependable and sincere. Nevertheless, they're capable of pretending to be sick when they don't want to go somewhere or do something. At these times, the latent Virginian talent for acting comes forth. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Wooo how deceptive of moi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you shouldn't get the idea that everyone born in late August or September is fussy, prissy and dogmatic. Lots of Virginians shine with a clever Mercury wit-if you catch their side remarks-and they project a bright, Mer&amp;shy;curial charm that's hard to resist. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Hoho im irresistable...and i get another you in a minute)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they're annoyed by vulgarity, stupidity or careless&amp;shy;ness, Virgos can suddenly become cranky, irritable, scold&amp;shy;ing and nervous. But most of the time they're gentle folk, and quite nice to have around, especially around the sick room. Some of the finest nurses are born under this sign, full of efficient sympathy and crisp capability. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(I make a FINE nurse huh.....imagine it man....euuuu euuuu.....hi i'm kean foong and i'll be ur "lovely" nurse for the evening LOLZ)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If the job you tackled has you so bogged down in boring details you despair of meeting the deadline, Virgo will roll up his sleeves and pitch in willingly. It's not ego that makes him itch to take over when things are in a shambles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(im a slaaaave for you LOLZ)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't find those people lavish in affection or in spending money. They're normally prudent in both areas, giving their love quietly and steadily with little demonstra-tiveness, and handling cash just as conservatively. Strangely, as willing as Virgos are to give efficient service to others, they have an almost neurotic and intense dislike of accept&amp;shy;ing favors themselves. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(LOLZ the whole thing is funny)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one thing that will remove some of the sting of Virgo's criticism, however, and that's the knowledge that he's secretly as critical of himself as he is of you. He just can't help seeing the flaws, because he was born to notice the tiniest crack in the vase. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(LOLZ i guess im ANAL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgos like cats, birds and small, helpless creatures. They also like truth, punctuality, economy, prudence and discreet selectivity. They hate gushy sentiment, dirt, vulgarity, slop-piness and idleness. Theirs is a practical nature, with excessive discrimination-the true individualists, whose keen perception keeps their desires clear of muddy, wishful thinking &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(I am? LOLZ i didnt know i was)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool green jade and pure platinum complement him and bring him luck. But Virginian good fortune is always followed by five kinds of loneliness, and duty's clarion call is never still within these gentle hearts. Don't forget that the shy, wistful smile of Virgo hides a secret or two. Both the quicksilver of Mercury and the distant thunder of Vulcan run through his quiet blood, as he dresses in his favorite colors of gray, beige, navy blue, all shades of green and stark white. Underneath his serious manner lies the alluring aura of the Virgin-purity of thought and purpose, symbolized by the Virgo hyacinth. Once you've known the fragrance of this Easter flower, you're never quite free of its spell. It returns each spring to haunt the memory. Virgo has its own, secret way of making the heart remember &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Wooooo mysterious, spontaneous and THUNDAAA!!!, once you fall for me...you never go back LOLZ)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Alritey i think thats enough for one post but for more do check the website out man.....super funny lolz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Edits (huhu this is for the girl who i spoke to in the morning before her exam...hee hee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once he's decided it's for real, however, he'll declare himself with touching simplicity. His love will burn with a steady flame, never fluctuating like the love of other Sun signs, and it will give warmth over the years with wonderful dependability. Is that so bad? The one quality of fairy tale romance about Virgo is that, if he's genuinely in love, he will wait for years to claim his true mate, or travel over a thousand mountains to bring her home to his hearth. He's capable of enormous sacrifice in the pursuit of that one dainty foot he's discovered will fit the glass slipper. There's no denying that the flame is strong, once it's been kindled. It's almost impossible to extinguish it. You'll be as eternally adored as Cinderella herself. The trick, I suppose, is in the •original kindling. It's a rare foot that fits his glass slipper. Virgo is enormously particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anal-Probing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mind - Warming up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Boday - Jelliriffic yum yum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Stylez - Stylish indeed lolz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ATM thoughts - C&amp;amp;C 3 hahahaha mass and destroy!!! my kinda game....hate them serin sperm-like thingies.....so frigging annoying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Feel" - I'm feelin it alrite....right here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Music - Cheap Trick - Mighty Wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Book - Freakanomics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Status - Da single virgo hee hee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-8747377900937677413?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8747377900937677413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=8747377900937677413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/8747377900937677413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/8747377900937677413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2007/04/virgo-virgin-and-i-loled-hahahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-3752814882574263415</id><published>2007-04-17T07:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T08:26:31.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CONFIRM CHEONG!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HOOOOOOO!!!!!! Media Prima called and confirmed my internship (again) and briefed me on the details. Nyoh Nyoh Nyoh. Well after confirming the focus group thingy with Pat, moi gots a call from TV3 yet again....thought was Aniza (she's ma relative mannnn dun pray pray) but it was an unfamiliar voice. Unknown girl said i have been located to grand brilliance sdn bhd for the internship. Fuhhh its da big local production house for our local films like Buli. Was quite surpised i've been placed in a production house. Wonder what i might be doin in there that is related to branding or corporate comm. Not really interested to learn about shooting films.....wooo sounds porno to me haha. Anyhoo i've been thinkin a lil what in blazes i would be doing. Will be running around the set like some slave boy? or sit in a cubical writing stuff? or a lil of both? I vander i vander i vander. Anyhoo asides from that i am part of a focus group whose gonna comment on majalah 3 or gangstarz lolz. I have done focus group sessions for the last 2 sems and this is the first time im the one being interviewed. Now this will be interesting indeed coz i get to finally see how is it done on professional and corporate level plus this kinda stuff is frequently done by media companies for a dip stick or an evaluation. So fun to see what i learnt actually being applied or being done for real. Anyhoo the downside to this is that im gonna miss my popping class....hopefully i can do it on friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anal- Probing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mindz - Dazed out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Boday - Wokeh babeh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Stylez - Slinger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ATM thoughts - Hmmm feel like mamakin man.....gotta find kakis....see how la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Feel" - Kimochiiiiiiiiiii LOLZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Music - Back at one by Brain Mcknight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Book - Freakanomics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Status - Single and lovin it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-3752814882574263415?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3752814882574263415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=3752814882574263415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/3752814882574263415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/3752814882574263415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2007/04/confirm-cheong-hooooooo-media-prima_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-4762572463479126762</id><published>2007-04-16T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T08:34:19.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Morning hahas Crib Sushi Thug &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What a day, what a day it has been. Started out with my PECC paper. Thank god it was only 2 hours coz im in absolute holiday mood and my brain is finally numb due to much euphie after 2 months. Its both bad and good....makes me all WAHAHAHA and when da juice is flowin.....hee hee lotsa ideas fill my head. Well tried my hardest to focus on my notes but the need for iris to tell me about d.b (not his real name) was too great to the point where i think she would have gone "pop" if she didnt....lolz i feel you girl, i get that a lot. Plus the very "curious" side of moi got the better of the other half who wanna study (though i did say i wanna focus but part me wanted to hear the story to) and after that....huhu had many mentals about the "story" she gave me. You notti boi and girl you. 30mins before exam.....shuved my head into place and started the final read on all my notes. 11am HAHAHAHA im "almost" free now alls that is left is my creative writing paper which i dont have to study at all lolz....just need to know how to crap "quality" shietz....shietz so good they call it a short story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Afterz that we head over to Sammy's place to wake edmund up. We did all sorts of things only the insane would do to a poor innocent soul to wake him up. Bodies flung onto him as the girls  jumped to give him a violent wake, unleashed a horde of rabbits on his ripped shirt whom the girls clawed away as they shook his body, and, may god have mercy on his body, sammy gave his head a violent shake that would shake even the largest rocks to bit leaving any person with a permanent head damage. All i could do was watch in terror as my fellow MAN was being tormented by girls just for kicks and with the excuse of waking him up. Lolz just tokin kok leh. Sammy brushed his head and this was followed by a knee-press to the back (like in those massage places) and yea rabbits were all over him...but he was awake edi by then lolz. I finally got to see sammy's new bunnies. Now those are balls of fur indeed. Slightly smaller than my palm filled with fur and they are super cute indeed. Was totally turned off when i saw the Mother of All Bunnies. Its just a bigger pimped "down" version of the cute adorable lil bunnies coz it looked a lil kuku lolz. Age is kickin in big time. Damn these bunnies were horny i tell you. A few had the tendency to lick iris and several had to guts to head for her "nether regions" (she was fast enough as she manage to strafe away just before they could go any further, pervy bunnies). Owh and they are just like my bear, they bite stuff from the blankie to iris' jeans heck they even went for the sweater and the bag. Bunnies of Destruction. Grandpa was the most docile of the bunch, and there is avril lavign lolz  love those natural dark lines on ur your eyes, howard...lolz, steven the bunny who have a crush on stephanie, sorry dude she dont do bunnies...i think and i was acquainted to a couple more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Piramid we headed off to. Had a yummilicious lunch at sushi king and did some shopping. It has been awhile since i had lunch out of campus with the girls (ya loh my c2pid assignment always get between us......i think its jealous of our relationship but dont worry...its taken care of). So nice leh the lunch owh and there was a pair of whites and a pair of aqua/teal among us 4. Fuhhh what a coincidence. Iris continued with her talk about d.b (it aint his name okie) heck even in the car also she was talkin about him. Hahaha sammy and steph cant stand hearin the name edi coz its being mentioned too frequent (very very). Well i cant say i dont like hearing about him but it is interesting how some of thing that he "does" and how the whole thing is goin. *whisper* better than those hollywood movies. Anyhoo yea he does seem to be a very interesting character based from the information i have been given and i want to see d.b (not his name okie) for myself....after 1 and a half years lolz. Hmmm maybe i should give him DA EYE next time i see him.....just for kicks. Magic indeed. Did a lil window shopping (well the girls did the most as i savour the sweet and refreshing lemonade i got from auntie anne after a good good lunch, owh fear my power....fear me for i can eat lotsa sushi MUAHAHA) then had to pick my lil bro up edi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now this is where stuff gets interesting. Stephanie suggestions i picked my lil bro first coz it would be quite "troublesome" for me to send em back to mentari and then go pick my bro. After picking my lil bro up we headed over to the girls' place and after drop off and as iris got off the car some injian dude come up to my window and knock on it. From the way he look and the loud knock, this couldnt be good. He claimed, in a high tone of voice to intimidate but of course, to be from RHB and he wanted to talk to me about my car "loan" not being paid. I dont have a loan on the car and all bills regarding my car is settled on time by mum and dad. Lil bro and moi had a bad feeling but i was a lil shocked by what happened as i tried to sort what i just got and this is bad as i've been repeatedly told not to stop or open my door. Lil bro told me "foong drive off man drive off" which kicked some sense into my head and assured me the dude cant be a repossessor. All this was shooting in my head as i drove off Point one, repossessors would not know i would be in the area at 4p.m. and if they would i'd salute them. As i drove off and reach the end of the road, he followed me to the end in a silver iswara and because of traffic have to stop loh. I noticed there was 3 fellers in the car. Not good. He got down and insisted that i stepped out of the car saying that his "boss" said i did not settle my "loan". I blasted him saying my bills were all settled. Lost his composure for a second and his eyes got distracted by the massive scratch on the passanger side. Confirmed my suspicion that he was no repossesor but some thief whose gonna jack my car if i stepped out. I just drove off as i was half way out on the road and his car got stuck again as i sped off towards the LDP and i saw em tailin me again (fuhhh my first xp of an attempted auto theft and a short chase) but i just kept going. As i passed the traffic light and when he cut the last car between us, he just made a U turn but i wasnt too sure about it. After a bit i thought i saw the thug's car but i didnt bother and made a turn into the benz show room. The car over shot me and went ahead. Lil bro said its basic spy tactic to tail someone....just go ahead of em where they anticipate where you would come out from. Smart arse. I just headed to maybank to get my mum's checkbook but lolz it was closed edi. 4.34pm it was. After that my lil bro said he thought he saw passing by the bank. We were in the compound hee hee. After the whole thing we got a lil pumped up and lil bro was a lil stunned by the whole thing. Scum of society. I think i would have stopped longer and give em a better chance of stealing the car if it wasnt for my lil bro who kicked some senses. Logic and being rational....aint really my thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anal-Probing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mind - Numb lolz thx to excessive euphie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Body - Wokeh man wokeh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Stylez - Royal Guard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ATM thoughts - Bastard Scum of society. I will tear you to bits. I mean it and you can count on that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Feel" - WTF half asleep man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Music - Phil Colins feat phil bailey - easy lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Book - Freakanomics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Status - Single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-4762572463479126762?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4762572463479126762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=4762572463479126762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/4762572463479126762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/4762572463479126762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2007/04/morning-hahas-crib-sushi-thug-what-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-8821088863187102008</id><published>2007-04-12T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T17:00:22.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Flow Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hahahaha what a good day it has been. Started out all slow and usual cat naps in da afternoon. Absolutely did not feel like studying despite the fact i have 7 chapters to cover in what 3 more days lolz. Anyhoo poppin just got a whole lot more interesting as kelvin (last week was nikolai) was showing us some of them chunted wave moves and FINALLY he explained what nikolai meant when he said "use yer body to pop" (had some very wrong idea at first lolz). Now things are starting to look better indeed. POP. Morning's practice wasnt spent in vain....was scared shietz silly when nikolai said he wanted everyone to freestyle...and im a noob!! but i think i got a hang of the moonwalk moves and also that leg wobbling thingy lolz. Lil bro said "Ya know, dancing is like an illusion" and i thought.....hey thats true....after learning it and as the moves are broken down into smaller steps....you see that those are common moves but group together to make one PANtastic dance move. DAMNNN so fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In the afternoon i got an sms from the aikido sensei about a casting for male aikido students for a beverage ad. I also intended on getting my cert (8 kyu only la and i suppost to get it the past 3 months but always forget lolz!!!). So after boogie-ing i headed over to collect the cert and enquire a lil more. Hohoho apparently they are looking for dudes around my age for the ad lolz. Mum and Dad said to try it out and so i shall hee hee. I vander if it would take too long during my internship days. Hopefully its on the weekends. And that is if i get selected. Ahhh the optimistic me is back. While at the dojo lotsa good memories came back as i remembered the time as i flew in mid air like a big yummilicious piece of siew yoke (wahhh mouthwatering man) to perform a relatively good zenpo kaiten and also the times when noobs like me tried to lock me...even the more senior students tried to lock me but couldnt and sometimes it did work. A two way benefit indeed as i learn better from being the uke (the dude who gets his ass owned) as i "feel" the technique as i get my arse locked/thrown. So i decided to pick up where i stopped in the following month or 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There are lots more to say but im too lazy....Owh the animation series claymore is awesome....must watch man!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anal-Probing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mind - awesome and ready to kick some book's butt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Boday - Good with all that dancin lolz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Stylez - Trickster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ATM thoughts - what happened to your xanga account&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Feel" - Stand by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Music - Aerodynamic - Daft Punk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Book - Freakanomics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Status - Single N/A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17540471-8821088863187102008?l=foongyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8821088863187102008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17540471&amp;postID=8821088863187102008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/8821088863187102008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17540471/posts/default/8821088863187102008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foongyboy.blogspot.com/2007/04/dance-of-flow-hahahaha-what-good-day-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Kow Kean Foong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00045990698351257543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17540471.post-8116174718396690300</id><published>2007-04-05T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T18:18:54.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Perspectives, Boogie Panda, and I want I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lolz i have been reading and reading and reading my C&amp;amp;C and CPC readings for the past few days covering at least 3 readings a day (very slow i know but thats my style....slow and steady....yeah babeh hee hee). Still after finishing all them readings i am only left with a faction of the points which i dont like. Heck i hate taking down notes when i read. But i noticed the more readings i did, i start seeing a common theme, a common point, a common fact being repeated which is good for moi coz thats howz i learn hee hee thru repetition. Well i luv the way i study. A "primitive" method in my mind where u keep reading stuff over and over and over to the point it is engraved into your kepala hotak. Now as i write this entry my head is blocked and numb from the numerous readings i have done. Indeed cultural studies is a facinating subject though the readings can cause severe mind numbness after several hours of readings (well i lack the focus and i get blocked easily lolz) but overall i find it facinating. Lotsa new perspectives are embeded into my kepala hotak. I think the line "what you gonna do? talk me to death" can actually be done by this crazy nutty scholars maybe one of theses days we may actually read on the front page "Scholar Talks Man to Death"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As of yesterday i have officially started my dance lesson. One hour a week, four times a month at 80 bucks and i can go to the studio for practice anytime i want....pretty good indeed. I'm taking up electric boogie aka popping one which i feel suits my style and personality. Its wicked and i can do any move i want based on my own creativity hee hee....i like. Owh lil bro is doing breakdancing with is sooooo much more PAWARful and more vigorous compared to popping...and he looks like a siew yoke on da floor when he does those head stands. Lolz. Well howard too started his first hip hop class yesterday with his fren brian and i was acquainted a girl who was following them there named jojo. Well not as nice as the singer jojo but still she looks like a nice normal girl. Also in my popping class was my lil bro's fren belinda. Lolz i find girls who can dance very attractive indeed. Shes small and an overall normal girl. The instructor this time around was a guy slightly older than me and damn he pops good. Lolz the feeling of being one of the few who cant really do stuff they show aint really there 
