<?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-2221246828404620222</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:01:41.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaron's Raging Sea of Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NeoSquall</name><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>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221246828404620222.post-899041594611898600</id><published>2010-03-25T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T09:25:32.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life choices</title><content type='html'>Its always hard to choose for something. Its never an easy choice because there are so much factors to think about. For an example your career, sometimes you are not entirely sure why are you doing what you are doing. Did you choose it because of pressure from parents or just because everyone is taking it? Or is it purely your interest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then those decisions which does not give effect for the short-term. Instead, it will show when its long term and when it comes you then only regret. Like for an example, buying an apartment. Which during the first few years it may seem a wonderful choice but 10yrs down the road the value suddenly drops because of a highway build directly infront of your unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions are hard to make. Its always are... But thats how life is isnt? Challenging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I made the right decisions in everyway.. God will lead the way when there it seems no way..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2221246828404620222-899041594611898600?l=blogof-aaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/feeds/899041594611898600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2221246828404620222&amp;postID=899041594611898600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/899041594611898600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/899041594611898600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-choices.html' title='Life choices'/><author><name>NeoSquall</name><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-2221246828404620222.post-7586969921082686876</id><published>2010-03-17T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T10:15:10.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parking</title><content type='html'>You know when you desperate to park and then you just have no choice but to double park your car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/S6ENozmNdHI/AAAAAAAAAFE/JodjV_-GHxw/s1600-h/parking+taylors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/S6ENozmNdHI/AAAAAAAAAFE/JodjV_-GHxw/s320/parking+taylors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449652018791412850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could this be some inspiration for you to do next time? suprisingly the cars in the middle didont move until quite late.. I took a picture of this at 11:30am and when I left my class at 3pm.. it was still park like this..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2221246828404620222-7586969921082686876?l=blogof-aaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/feeds/7586969921082686876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2221246828404620222&amp;postID=7586969921082686876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/7586969921082686876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/7586969921082686876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/2010/03/parking.html' title='Parking'/><author><name>NeoSquall</name><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/_t_v1Id2qzAE/S6ENozmNdHI/AAAAAAAAAFE/JodjV_-GHxw/s72-c/parking+taylors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221246828404620222.post-8055070405879315673</id><published>2010-03-15T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T08:45:05.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When you love somebody</title><content type='html'>Loving someone is like a drug. It is very addictive and you just cannot part. When you are together, you just do not feel the eagerness to please and to love. But when you are away from one and another, you just miss him/her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wisebread.com/files/fruganomics/wisebread_imce/love-you-shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 135px;" src="http://www.wisebread.com/files/fruganomics/wisebread_imce/love-you-shirt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love works very weirdly. You know when you are alone and see a pretty young lady you tend to look at her with those eyes and you undress her thinking "oh damn... how nice it would be if Im with her.." or something similiar to that. You are happy if you get her attention and you get butterflies in your stomach if she approaches you and says hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you have a girlfriend which you love her ever so much. Each time you see her you forget everything and thinks that she is even more pretty than the girl you saw in the mall. Eventhough your friends has been telling you "you could do better.", you still think she looks ever so great and you are so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusing isnt? I guess thats how love works. It could be different for you or it would be similiar. For me, eventhough its been 3yrs and this is the 4th year, Im still very satisfied when Im with her. Everything in this world is less stressful and happier. I guess its because Im not lonely and I could fall back on a soft cushion when things gets rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still smile when I see her and Im still satisfied although got alot of other xiao mei mei who are extremely kinky and sexy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2221246828404620222-8055070405879315673?l=blogof-aaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/feeds/8055070405879315673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2221246828404620222&amp;postID=8055070405879315673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/8055070405879315673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/8055070405879315673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-you-love-somebody.html' title='When you love somebody'/><author><name>NeoSquall</name><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-2221246828404620222.post-2355471108376328847</id><published>2010-03-12T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T06:05:44.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Car wash</title><content type='html'>Somehow the idiot management of my apartment suddenly decided to stop my privilages to wash my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one whole year I've been using that area to wash my car and even the management told me to use that pipe at that area to wash. I went down storming through the door as I was bloody pissed. Literally the whole management office can only hear my voice shouting away. But no use... idiot people even say it is stated in the agreement thinking that I have never read the agreement before. Its not even stated directly or indirectly that I cannot wash my car! Yet they claim its in the agreement that I cannot wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay... I have to improvise and use my own water. I need a trolley. So, in the mean time I decided to go to car wash to wash my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A VERY BAD MISTAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car wash that is nearest to the apartment has gone up in price. I have no idea why. It was RM15 one year ago when I took there for a wash because I dont know which part of the apartment got water. But when I asked its RM28.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DA FARK?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay... moving on. Went to others also. Found the cheapest which was RM3 but it using the machine. Fearing for the bristle of the brush scratching my paint and I need to polish + wax my car again I've decided to go to the petrol station car wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS14 Subang Jaya Esso petrol station has one place to wash car. Thats a very bad mistake sending my car there. I dont know what bloody car shampoo they use. My front bonnet paint just oxidised really really quickly and become from luxious red to FADED. Not only that I have to readjust my mirrors. When you send your car to be washed you expect ur windscreen to be extremely clear isnt? they leave behind streaks of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats only the minor news. When I came back I decided to polish my bonnet to lift out the faded paint. Thats when I realise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole car is not clean at all... streaks of dirty water can be seen on the paint..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I love my car being clean and I love it shiny and I hate cars that are dirty and neglected. Im a true car enthusiast and most of the times I dont cut corners..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im feeling like Im James May. Oh well... Im pedantic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2221246828404620222-2355471108376328847?l=blogof-aaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/feeds/2355471108376328847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2221246828404620222&amp;postID=2355471108376328847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/2355471108376328847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/2355471108376328847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/2010/03/car-wash.html' title='Car wash'/><author><name>NeoSquall</name><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-2221246828404620222.post-1751928847922014992</id><published>2010-03-10T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T08:11:27.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whisky adventures #2</title><content type='html'>I have finish drinking my previous bottle of Glenfiddich 12yrs. Although I've finished another bottle of Glenfiddich 15yrs, I forgot to do a review because of my "hectic" schedule during my holidays! oh well, might as well do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I would be drinking this...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/S5e-t4gnI2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/YdCzwD6GGiQ/s1600-h/DSC_1544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/S5e-t4gnI2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/YdCzwD6GGiQ/s320/DSC_1544.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447031969800463202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Balvenie 12yrs Double Wood. As the packaging has explained, it was "marinated" in two different cask. One in whisky oak cask and another one is in sherry oak cask. Why two different cask? Balvenie trying to achieve a unique flavour with its 12yrs I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets get down to the business!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/S5fApcyVXwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ieZTpiiGnDw/s1600-h/DSC_1545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/S5fApcyVXwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ieZTpiiGnDw/s320/DSC_1545.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447034092662382338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the legs?! Haha! Anyways! The nose! It smells sweet with a lingering scent of vanilla. The sweet is not sugary sweet, it is a fruity type of sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we move on to the taste. When you take it in, the smell of the sweetness comes to you and when it reaches you tongue, it will taste sweet and spicy. Not only that it has a smooth and mellow taste. There is also one more taste I cant seem to recognise. The disappointing part comes as you swallow it. Usually whisky will leave you a smooth and warming finish, but this, it just goes away. Nothing lingers in the mouth and it just disappears! Leaving the mouth tasteless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its time to add a little water. Dont worry about adding water! Just dont add too much! It will actually change the taste of the whisky! When water is added, there is the taste of cinnamon with decrease spicyness. There is a small hint of walnut also. However, the finish is still the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would I rate this whisky? Although the taste of this whisky is fantastic and really palatable but the finish really spoils it. I wouldnt recommend this nor I would buy it again. But it is still a good whisky to drink. 7 out of 10.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2221246828404620222-1751928847922014992?l=blogof-aaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/feeds/1751928847922014992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2221246828404620222&amp;postID=1751928847922014992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/1751928847922014992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/1751928847922014992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/2010/03/whisky-adventures-2.html' title='Whisky adventures #2'/><author><name>NeoSquall</name><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/_t_v1Id2qzAE/S5e-t4gnI2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/YdCzwD6GGiQ/s72-c/DSC_1544.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221246828404620222.post-7687916904027026589</id><published>2010-03-09T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T07:12:04.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>English is english</title><content type='html'>You know how big institutions should have better than average english? Since Taylors is one hell of a big institution and everything is conducted in english, you would have an idea that the english there is up to standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this appeared...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/S5Zi_ZjZWHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/r9TK3y9hSs8/s1600-h/DSC00918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/S5Zi_ZjZWHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/r9TK3y9hSs8/s320/DSC00918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446649640681822322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Observe #1 and #2. It is indeed conflicting with each other. Yes I know what are they trying to say but just imagine is the england on this is correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to quote Sonya on this, she said "&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;cos u know kan, "to book"  means to "order prior to use"&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;"which means, "in advance"  la".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Not bad huh for taylors? way to go! how to book when I cannot book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHAIL!!&lt;br /&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/2221246828404620222-7687916904027026589?l=blogof-aaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/feeds/7687916904027026589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2221246828404620222&amp;postID=7687916904027026589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/7687916904027026589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/7687916904027026589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/2010/03/english-is-english.html' title='English is english'/><author><name>NeoSquall</name><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/_t_v1Id2qzAE/S5Zi_ZjZWHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/r9TK3y9hSs8/s72-c/DSC00918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221246828404620222.post-7811302966626402846</id><published>2010-03-07T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T03:29:39.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TELL IT LAH!</title><content type='html'>You know when you buy something and you get really bad service? You tend to get really pissed and want to share everyone with it and deep down inside you, you want the shop to go bankrupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you went on your journey telling people...&lt;br /&gt;"That shop is terrible! the worst shop I've been to!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your friends listen and listen. You complain and complain.. and in the end when they ask you a simple question...&lt;br /&gt;"where/what is that shop you are talking about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE LAH... TELL THE SHOP NAME AND THE LOCATION SO THAT WE WONT GET THE SAME TREATMENT AS YOU DID LAH.. DONT SAY...&lt;br /&gt;"haiyah.. that shop lah... dont talk about it already.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"haiyah.. no need to know the shop name.. just watch out only.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"haiyah.. not good to tell the name of the shop leh.. ppl can hear.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG LAH.. WHY LAH DONT TELL.. if the shop is clever enough to encourage more people to come and enjoy their services, they will surely accept critisism and act on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please... you are doing society a BIG BIG BIG BIG FAVOR if you expose the place where you get those bad services..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2221246828404620222-7811302966626402846?l=blogof-aaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/feeds/7811302966626402846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2221246828404620222&amp;postID=7811302966626402846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/7811302966626402846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/7811302966626402846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/2010/03/tell-it-lah.html' title='TELL IT LAH!'/><author><name>NeoSquall</name><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-2221246828404620222.post-2113103302677744300</id><published>2009-11-19T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T10:10:15.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Towels</title><content type='html'>It is nice and soft, it helps cover you when you come out of the bathroom. It also helps by drying you up when you take your nice hot and relaxing bath. Not only that it is so soft to wrap round a baby and the baby wont feel any itchiness caused by the towel.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ver-nc.com/catalog/images/BATH%20TOWELS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 165px;" src="http://www.ver-nc.com/catalog/images/BATH%20TOWELS.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A towel is a wonderful thing when you think about it and how we use to take an advantage of it. We just dont know how much abuse it takes during its life time. We squeeze dry it, we hit it, we throw inside the washing machine and let it be thrown around with other clothes, we rip or cut it, etc... but I tell you one thing... IT IS WORTH IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how much stress I get when I get a new towel and it is not absorbent? Yeah, you need to use it a few times before it becomes fully absorbent. I know the hot water trick or wash it 3 times consecutively. But that doesnt bring out it's full absorbing potential! Especially those towels that are marketed as "Super Absorbent Towels!". My arse lah super absorbent! A paper towel is far more absorbent than those silly towels! And what if you buy those microfiber towels that is mostly made out of polyester? IT CANT ABSORB ANY SMALL AMOUNT OF WATER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrating as it sound it happened to me today. I had this towel for almost a year now. I thought I could have a good relationship with it since it is so nice and so big. But noo... so many months down the road and it is still treating me badly! Yes, you throw it into a bucket of water it absorbs nicely. But when you run water over it, it just repels the bloody water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought it for my car cleaning rituals. Today was the most frustrating day ever because I cant even wipe the surface dry with that cloth! All my other cloth is dirty and soiled and I need a cloth that is dry and clean. Lo and behold the cursed microfiber towel that I have. I took it and I tried to wipe and my goodness it took me a bloody 5 minutes just to wipe dry my roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHH... need to buy new towel. Make sure I must read the labels and buy only 100% COTTON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2221246828404620222-2113103302677744300?l=blogof-aaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/feeds/2113103302677744300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2221246828404620222&amp;postID=2113103302677744300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/2113103302677744300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/2113103302677744300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/2009/11/towels.html' title='Towels'/><author><name>NeoSquall</name><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-2221246828404620222.post-2678805626219314315</id><published>2009-11-15T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T07:59:01.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a song that I modified..</title><content type='html'>onceeee there was a kid that whom...&lt;br /&gt;who was so stingy and couldnt eat at home..&lt;br /&gt;but when............... people started to hate him..&lt;br /&gt;he thinks nothing has happened&lt;br /&gt;He goes on calling you&lt;br /&gt;to drink in daily or yoyo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm mmmm mmm mmm&lt;br /&gt;mmmm mmmm mmm mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once... he went to tanjung aru..&lt;br /&gt;ordered kerepok lekor but did not share..&lt;br /&gt;but when... they bought a bag of peanuts..&lt;br /&gt;he streched.... his hand to take the peanuts..&lt;br /&gt;we couldnt quite explain it..&lt;br /&gt;he always does it..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmm mmmm mmmm mmm&lt;br /&gt;mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he always calls people&lt;br /&gt;and buy model cars and gundam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause then there was this time where&lt;br /&gt;he tried to call a friend to go out for a drink..&lt;br /&gt;but his friend said no to him..&lt;br /&gt;he... told... his friend that he buy car models..&lt;br /&gt;we couldnt quite explain it..&lt;br /&gt;he always does it..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm mmmm mmmm mmm&lt;br /&gt;mmm mmm mmmm mmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2221246828404620222-2678805626219314315?l=blogof-aaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/feeds/2678805626219314315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2221246828404620222&amp;postID=2678805626219314315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/2678805626219314315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/2678805626219314315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/2009/11/song-that-i-modified.html' title='a song that I modified..'/><author><name>NeoSquall</name><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-2221246828404620222.post-8307463154257934918</id><published>2009-11-14T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T09:38:38.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glenfiddich</title><content type='html'>I currently am trying this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/Sv7n97SheiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hG1BJBcX3e0/s1600-h/DSC_04361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/Sv7n97SheiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hG1BJBcX3e0/s320/DSC_04361.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404011653964593698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bought it with a reluctant heart because I did not know how good is it. I didont do my research on it and I just stared at which whisky I wanted to buy in the airport. Im glad I choose this whisky tho because it has a good taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry lah.. I've dranked half of the bottle and spent a few of my friends already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/Sv7o9G0meBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MvHQ-gxXCHg/s1600-h/DSC_0445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/Sv7o9G0meBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MvHQ-gxXCHg/s320/DSC_0445.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404012739392075794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me, the whisky smells of malt and something sweet plus the smell of oak. The taste of it is not so harsh like cheap single malt whisky. Tasting it for some is pure torture because of the alcohol burn that the whisky has, but for me, there is a very distinct flavour to it. The after-taste is very fragrant and it lingers in your mouth for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;among the 12yrs category of whiskys, this is by far the best that I've tried. Although there is a bottle of Balvenie still waitting for me. I would love to know what double cask will do to the flavours of the whisky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well... cant wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2221246828404620222-8307463154257934918?l=blogof-aaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/feeds/8307463154257934918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2221246828404620222&amp;postID=8307463154257934918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/8307463154257934918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/8307463154257934918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/2009/11/glenfiddich.html' title='Glenfiddich'/><author><name>NeoSquall</name><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/_t_v1Id2qzAE/Sv7n97SheiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hG1BJBcX3e0/s72-c/DSC_04361.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221246828404620222.post-6876153309429237085</id><published>2009-11-10T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T21:01:02.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Development of a country</title><content type='html'>So what makes a country fantastic to live in and wonderful to be told to everyone? It's infrastructure? It's modernisation? It's culture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the mindset of people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://innovationzen.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/mindset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 214px;" src="http://innovationzen.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/mindset.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People tend to complain on how great the country are because of the government help them with this and that. How wonderful it is as compared to Malaysia, how great the economy sector and so on. But when the government wants to introduce something that follows the other country, it is shot down with criticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an example where the government plan to have checks on cars which is older than 15yrs. People tend to praise about Singapore on their automotive sector because they are so said better than us with new cars and so on. Singapore have yearly checks on their cars and every 5yrs they have to change their car or esle the road tax for the car will increase. Would Malaysians want that? I dont think so, people would surely complain. Incentives given ofcourse to change cars in 5yrs, but just imagine. Everyone has the incentives, wouldnt it be the same since everyone has the same incentives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is UK with their MOT. Every year they have to go for one. New or old surely they have to. What is there to complain about Malaysia's checks on cars which is 15yrs and older?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand for those who complains about how inefficient puspakom can be. But the people just doesnt make any sense if they say they couldnt keep old cars anymore. you still can keep, you just need to go for yearly checks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im supportive of this new ruling which was taken down IF puspakom is efficient and it does not involve in any money laundering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the problem is that if there is nothing been done, people will start to compare with other country and when we try to follow other countries we get criticisms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all due to the mindset of people, comming back to mindset again. If mindset can be changed, wouldnt this country would be a wonderful one and be as productive and efficient as Singapore? I guess so...  but, I still love living in Sabah. Its my home... LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2221246828404620222-6876153309429237085?l=blogof-aaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/feeds/6876153309429237085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2221246828404620222&amp;postID=6876153309429237085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/6876153309429237085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/6876153309429237085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/2009/11/development-of-country.html' title='Development of a country'/><author><name>NeoSquall</name><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-2221246828404620222.post-9220449476414236802</id><published>2009-11-09T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:26:20.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is just like that</title><content type='html'>#1&lt;br /&gt;When you are rich, you tend to admire the poor on how they can survive. You tend to mourn and be depressed because you have too much money; hence the term "Money can't buy happiness". But when you are poor, you tend to admire the rich. You dream on what if you have loads of money. You tend to think that you will be extremely happy because you have the money to spend and never have to worry about money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;When you are in a relationship, you will think that you cant live without your partner and you must be in a relationship. But when you break up.. for that brief moment you will think that single life is one hell of a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;When you learn about something that baffles your mind from another person who isnt your friend, you tend to ignore the fact and says that he/she is crazy. But when it is your friend who tells you the fact, you will take it in as if it is something new for you to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4&lt;br /&gt;When only your opinion is needed for a certain item, you despise it and hate it so much until you could not bear to see it. But when a whole bunch of people praises it and adores it, you will do the same. Crowd psychology...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5&lt;br /&gt;When you drive an exotic sports car, you tend to laugh at people who have an old car. But the person who drives the old car will laugh at you because he will think that you are extremely dumb and spastic to spend so much money on a car that could do what his old car do for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6&lt;br /&gt;When you smile and be friendly to people in public places, you think it nice and friends who knows your intentions will think that you are great. But to strangers, you are no more than a down syndrome kid who needs to go into a mental hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7&lt;br /&gt;When you get something expensive, the people who knows the value of the item will praise and envy you. But to those who doesnt know the value of the item will say that you are an extreme idiot to have spend so much on a worthless piece of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8&lt;br /&gt;Playboys will think people who are loyal are dumb and dont know how to enjoy the pleasures of life. Those who are loyal will have no respect on playboys because they have no ability to mould a single being to become his ultimate pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9&lt;br /&gt;When you are inlove, you do funny things and dont mind. When you are no inlove, you tend to think those actions are stupid and very childish and you will avoid it at all cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10&lt;br /&gt;When you support a race(not racing lah..), you will talk good and defend their every move (white supriority is one example). The race that you praise will take an advantage of you and make full use of your kindness and leave nothing behind and run away calling you a sucker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2221246828404620222-9220449476414236802?l=blogof-aaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/feeds/9220449476414236802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2221246828404620222&amp;postID=9220449476414236802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/9220449476414236802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/9220449476414236802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-is-just-like-that.html' title='Life is just like that'/><author><name>NeoSquall</name><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-2221246828404620222.post-4878393755309120821</id><published>2009-11-09T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T05:06:11.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The return of Aaron Ti</title><content type='html'>ahh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a while... a long long while.. I just sometimes cant get myself to update this blog although I have stuffs to rant about. It is caused by pure laziness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Im back again! But what should I talk/rant about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams?&lt;br /&gt;hell yeah! its near and its coming soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ONusOLzjfE/SZ0onWfsvPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MD2e4IqTvzo/s320/Exams_by_bellxun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ONusOLzjfE/SZ0onWfsvPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MD2e4IqTvzo/s320/Exams_by_bellxun.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparations?&lt;br /&gt;Oh shiat... The computer and facebook is so tempting and Im like once in a while will take a peek into facebook and get hooked upon it and forgotten what I've studied! Thats not the worst thing. The worst is getting myself to start! Yes, I know my problems but Im trying my best to solve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings?&lt;br /&gt;Panic... pure panic now... although its 2 weeks away... Im still panicking! the panic grows as it comes near I think. Hopefully that'll be my motivation! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POV?&lt;br /&gt;it sucks really... I've slacked just way too much this sem.. but I pulled through! Sometimes I just dont understand the chapter but yet after a few research I understands it! oh! I could study on my own and no need for me to go to lectures and tutorials!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no no... cannot! I'll slack even more! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, better start now. but facebook and msn is soo tempting.. ARGHHH... CURSE THE FELLA WHO INVENTED MSN AND FACEBOOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh.... maybe dont curse lah... facebook and msn is really interesting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2221246828404620222-4878393755309120821?l=blogof-aaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/feeds/4878393755309120821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2221246828404620222&amp;postID=4878393755309120821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/4878393755309120821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/4878393755309120821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/2009/11/return-of-aaron-ti.html' title='The return of Aaron Ti'/><author><name>NeoSquall</name><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/_8ONusOLzjfE/SZ0onWfsvPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MD2e4IqTvzo/s72-c/Exams_by_bellxun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221246828404620222.post-3365663463330094231</id><published>2009-06-15T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T09:07:07.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugs that bugged me all night long!</title><content type='html'>I was playying my comp and minding my own business, when suddenly... something landed on my back! It was soo itchy and I had to scratch it. I thought it was nothing since I didont feel anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly! It happened again! sheesh... rub it off again. Then when I took a rest and I look up, I found this.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/SjZwxT9NBZI/AAAAAAAAADk/K9sqb7YoIE4/s1600-h/DSC_0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/SjZwxT9NBZI/AAAAAAAAADk/K9sqb7YoIE4/s320/DSC_0044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347585600021923218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyohhhhh.... all the bugs inside my lamp. They are attracted to light. What kind of insect it is? here is a closeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/SjZxXulBRBI/AAAAAAAAADs/xoFpHG2BXwk/s1600-h/DSC_0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/SjZxXulBRBI/AAAAAAAAADs/xoFpHG2BXwk/s320/DSC_0039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347586260003275794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/SjZxX-KkGuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/gajVAe6yU40/s1600-h/DSC_0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/SjZxX-KkGuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/gajVAe6yU40/s320/DSC_0040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347586264187280098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ishhh... so miserable. Hopefully they dont come anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2221246828404620222-3365663463330094231?l=blogof-aaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/feeds/3365663463330094231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2221246828404620222&amp;postID=3365663463330094231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/3365663463330094231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/3365663463330094231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/2009/06/bugs-that-bugged-me-all-night-long.html' title='Bugs that bugged me all night long!'/><author><name>NeoSquall</name><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/_t_v1Id2qzAE/SjZwxT9NBZI/AAAAAAAAADk/K9sqb7YoIE4/s72-c/DSC_0044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221246828404620222.post-3940891542512487577</id><published>2009-06-12T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T04:37:21.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPAGT!!</title><content type='html'>I had a call from a KL number, I was wondering who could be calling me. Could it be the school? so I answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold! The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;superGT&lt;/span&gt; tickets is ready to be collected! Rushed to KL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sentral&lt;/span&gt; and collect the tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/SjI6vBHSXuI/AAAAAAAAADc/441f_EF67PY/s1600-h/DSC_0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/SjI6vBHSXuI/AAAAAAAAADc/441f_EF67PY/s320/DSC_0014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346400287069462242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cant wait for the day! Gonna take many pictures like how my friend Kenneth put it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;macro mode &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;susu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;racequeen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;No no... I cant. There are more things to do than tat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2221246828404620222-3940891542512487577?l=blogof-aaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/feeds/3940891542512487577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2221246828404620222&amp;postID=3940891542512487577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/3940891542512487577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/3940891542512487577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/2009/06/supagt.html' title='SUPAGT!!'/><author><name>NeoSquall</name><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/_t_v1Id2qzAE/SjI6vBHSXuI/AAAAAAAAADc/441f_EF67PY/s72-c/DSC_0014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221246828404620222.post-9105110688373499590</id><published>2009-06-10T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T06:14:58.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got meself a new toy...</title><content type='html'>After months of patience, it has finally paid off! I got myself a Nikon D60.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant imagine the amount of work I have to do to take a nice shot. Not easy to use to take those very artistic shot. Settings settings settings... Still learning tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so far, this is the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/Si-xSWKJ4YI/AAAAAAAAADM/iRcXOh3xfIg/s1600-h/DSC_0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/Si-xSWKJ4YI/AAAAAAAAADM/iRcXOh3xfIg/s320/DSC_0039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345686211456000386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/Si-xSGpyBRI/AAAAAAAAADE/MiiTwKSyD30/s1600-h/DSC_0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/Si-xSGpyBRI/AAAAAAAAADE/MiiTwKSyD30/s320/DSC_0037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345686207293687058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/Si-xR4My1pI/AAAAAAAAAC8/EP22yVMQbd0/s1600-h/DSC_0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/Si-xR4My1pI/AAAAAAAAAC8/EP22yVMQbd0/s320/DSC_0028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345686203414009490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/Si-xR49qSwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/dQGEuj1pgpI/s1600-h/DSC_0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/Si-xR49qSwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/dQGEuj1pgpI/s320/DSC_0027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345686203618970370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/Si-xRjlFSAI/AAAAAAAAACs/2cJZkzQ2TNY/s1600-h/DSC_0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/Si-xRjlFSAI/AAAAAAAAACs/2cJZkzQ2TNY/s320/DSC_0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345686197878736898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im all set to go to SuperGT and take many many pictures of the GT Babes!! haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2221246828404620222-9105110688373499590?l=blogof-aaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/feeds/9105110688373499590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2221246828404620222&amp;postID=9105110688373499590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/9105110688373499590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/9105110688373499590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-got-meself-new-toy.html' title='I got meself a new toy...'/><author><name>NeoSquall</name><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/_t_v1Id2qzAE/Si-xSWKJ4YI/AAAAAAAAADM/iRcXOh3xfIg/s72-c/DSC_0039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221246828404620222.post-8143021592682138843</id><published>2009-05-31T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T03:22:49.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling.</title><content type='html'>It was my childhood sport that I really adore. I adore it more than anything esle because I know I can be damn good in it. It was the only sport that made me angry, cry, nervous, happy, excited, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've stopped and it has been 6yrs since I last really got into bowling. Im thinking should I start bowling all over again and spend thousand and thousands of ringgit just to play it? The money involves is very high. Lemme give you a good look on things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ball = RM400-500&lt;br /&gt;one game = RM5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One game is never enough. A normal bowling session consist of 6-8games. which means I'll be paying RM40. *gulp*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe how prices of the game shot up. Last time when I was active I was paying RM2.50 or RM3 per game. Now its so expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I start again, I have to buy a new ball. My Columbia300 ball is expired dy. Have to spend a few hundred bucks just to get a new ball. Not to mention a spare ball also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decisions decision decisions....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I want to buy a ball, I would love to have this as a starting point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bowlingindex.com/store/graphics/00000001/Avalanche-Slide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 185px;" src="http://www.bowlingindex.com/store/graphics/00000001/Avalanche-Slide.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brunswick Avalanche Slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bowlingballgalaxy.com/ebonite-bowling-balls/clashn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 226px;" src="http://bowlingballgalaxy.com/ebonite-bowling-balls/clashn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ebonite Clash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... Shud I or shud I not... decisions decisions..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2221246828404620222-8143021592682138843?l=blogof-aaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/feeds/8143021592682138843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2221246828404620222&amp;postID=8143021592682138843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/8143021592682138843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/8143021592682138843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/2009/05/bowling.html' title='Bowling.'/><author><name>NeoSquall</name><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-2221246828404620222.post-82575491088947258</id><published>2009-05-30T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T12:56:18.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seatbelts</title><content type='html'>Seat belts has been invented ever since they understood what safety meant. It slowly then became standard for all cars starting with Saab cars making them as standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a good practice to wear a seat belt whenever you are driving, cause you never know when will you be in an accident. I always wear my seat belt whenever Im driving eventhough Im just driving across the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to some, wearing seat belt is not "cool". I dont know since when the seat belt became an object of measure how "cool" will you be. Yes, I would even wear a seat belt even if I have the world's most exotic car. I'll outfit it with a safety harness. Now thats cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people too who will so-called force their friends to not wear seat belts. I dont mind if you come into my car and dont wear seat belts as long as you pay my summons if you are caught without wearing a seat belt. But please lah... dont force me to not wear lah. I love my life and Im willing to be "uncool" and wear my seat belt. Do you understand how stupid is you actions whenever you undo my belt and tell me "dont need to wear seat belt lah.."...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some could think that wearing seat belt doesnt make you "pro" enuf to be a racer. I've heard something similiar before. Now think... FIA sanction races requires all racers to wear seat belt/harness whenever they are into a race. I guess they are not "pro" enuf huh.  Damn... I didont know Formula 1 drivers are damn n00b since they strap themselves in so damn tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, things like this does happen. For me, its a habit dy. Whenever I get into a car, I wear the seat belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... who wanna buy me a Takata 4-point harness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dtmpower.net/forum/attachments/bmw-parts-sale/36314d1234432853-takata-racing-seat-belt-harness-4-point-3-wide-takata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 328px;" src="http://www.dtmpower.net/forum/attachments/bmw-parts-sale/36314d1234432853-takata-racing-seat-belt-harness-4-point-3-wide-takata.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It fits nicely with the Bride Low Max Maxis 3 that I posted earlier. HAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2221246828404620222-82575491088947258?l=blogof-aaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/feeds/82575491088947258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2221246828404620222&amp;postID=82575491088947258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/82575491088947258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/82575491088947258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/2009/05/seatbelts.html' title='Seatbelts'/><author><name>NeoSquall</name><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-2221246828404620222.post-2129114078305407539</id><published>2009-05-27T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:40:56.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken hearts and broken dreams.</title><content type='html'>People of different kind may stand up to different kind of stress. Some may take stress as something as a part of life and some may take it as something that is the end of the world. Yet, stress cant be taken lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same goes to a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sasthamcotta.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/broken-heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 141px;" src="http://sasthamcotta.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/broken-heart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A heart is fragile, we sometimes know that we must becareful of what is happening. Yet sometimes we entrusted the other party to hold your heart in their hands giving them the full freedom to keep it like as if it is the most precious thing in the world or just to crush it when a simply gesture of the hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it is shattered into a million pieces, to some it is an easy thing to do. Picking up all the pieces and hoping/finding their luck so that it can be paste back and filling the mising pieces with the help from their newly found love. Some just sit down and cry because they are smack right in the face and dont know what to do and where to collect and they cant compromise the pieces that is missing and just cant fit into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, sometimes running to people and crying about it may seem a bad idea because they cant understand. They just dont understand what you are going through and what has happened. They only could see the whole picture at one go and not part by part. Thus making them complain about your actions rather than listening to you what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreakers tend to not see how much love and effort one has put into. Some may think its a passing of life and this things always happens. Yes it does, but not many could take it. Not many could take the stress of having a heart being broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who does it more? Boys are being publicised more on being playful and heartbreakers. But are they? Girls are equally the same yet their image is not tarnished. We always portray that girls are innocent and boys are the bad ones. Yet, I feel both are the same. Girls is not that innocent as people think and boys are not bad as people think. Girls can be players and break people's heart same as us guys. So why the stereotypes?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things like this happens yet they blame it all on boys doing it the most and girls has a minimal share on it. Pfft... sometimes being a girl is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2221246828404620222-2129114078305407539?l=blogof-aaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/feeds/2129114078305407539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2221246828404620222&amp;postID=2129114078305407539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/2129114078305407539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/2129114078305407539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/2009/05/broken-hearts-and-broken-dreams.html' title='Broken hearts and broken dreams.'/><author><name>NeoSquall</name><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-2221246828404620222.post-186016171723179222</id><published>2009-05-25T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T03:40:52.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The adventures continues</title><content type='html'>Just received a call from Maxis. Regarding about the broadband that I registered earlier.  It was the most unsatisfying thing you could hear from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weirdly, I owe them RM170. According to them I have to pay some upgrade charges or whatever is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been using Maxis 3g broadband for like 1 day only and the next day I asked for a refund. Its been 2 bloody months and I have not received the RM100 deposit that I put. Then now they ask me to pay this RM170? I really don't understand what fees is this for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept asking the person who called me to ask for the payment. He cant answer and in the end he put the record in the computer as settled. I hope that is the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kononya no contract, completely free when u refund within the 7 days. But what the hell is this lah? If they are gonna call again, Im gonna put on my nasty clothes and diu kao them. This is extortion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday I was on the highway, I was on the slow lane doing 80-90km/h. Bloody bus from behind kept flashing me. I didont bothered cause I was on the slow lane. The bus then overtook me and dont know for what reason he slowed down. Then I overtook him and started going 100km/h. I guess I made him pissed by overtaking him? He sped up and overtook me but this time pushing me right to the emergency lane. Dont really know what was that for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sped up this time and suprisingly the bus followed. But it was not for long as I sped up well above the limit(shhh...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just hate bus drivers. Arrogant and ignorant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2221246828404620222-186016171723179222?l=blogof-aaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/feeds/186016171723179222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2221246828404620222&amp;postID=186016171723179222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/186016171723179222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/186016171723179222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/2009/05/adventures-continues.html' title='The adventures continues'/><author><name>NeoSquall</name><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-2221246828404620222.post-8870575070342812290</id><published>2009-05-19T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T08:23:07.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A camera is needed!</title><content type='html'>geez... I need a camera! I need to beautify my postings with pictures. Pictures speaks a thousand words, it could save me the trouble of explaining and thinking of what topic should I write in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nawww... I just want a camera for my own pleasure. I want a Nikon D60. Cant wait for the time when I have the money to get one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money money money! come come money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy this week. Arghh! Assignments! 2 assignments pass up dy! tml another assignment to go! After that I could relax for a while then the stress starts again! arghhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2221246828404620222-8870575070342812290?l=blogof-aaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/feeds/8870575070342812290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2221246828404620222&amp;postID=8870575070342812290' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/8870575070342812290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/8870575070342812290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/2009/05/camera-is-needed.html' title='A camera is needed!'/><author><name>NeoSquall</name><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-2221246828404620222.post-3745109263172421433</id><published>2009-05-17T03:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T03:48:35.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Money... Where art thou come from?</title><content type='html'>I dont understand. I've been saving my ass off for something yet sometimes its still so hard to get it. Sometimes I cant even get it because of various of reasons! Sometimes the money I need to spend it to make myself function or esle I just cant do anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet if I manage to save, I would consider myself to have something not the best of them all and not the worse of them all. I would consider to buy somewhere in the middle, making the cost being intermediate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, just sometimes I dont feel buying because its sooo hard to save and finally I have some sort of cushion to fall against if Im broke. For an example, I manage to save my ass off RM2k, and the stuff that I want to get RM1.5k. Sometimes I just feel that I wouldnt want to buy it and save my RM2k just incase somethign happens. So if suddenly one day*touches wood* so happens I've blown my monthly allowance limit, I could use the RM2k to spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... I just dont get some people could buy something that is extremely expensive. If you are rich then ok, but if you are ones who act no better than beggars asking for people money each time, then I dont understand you. How could u have gotten the money to spend so much yet stay as stingy as this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the value of life if you are extremely stingy? To me, there is no value. You are better off being burned alive. You are so selfish and self-centered. This is not smart, this is pathetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend smart. Dont be stingy. You loose friends if you are stingy. You gain true friends if you spend wisely. You gain stingy/fake friends if you spend freely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2221246828404620222-3745109263172421433?l=blogof-aaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/feeds/3745109263172421433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2221246828404620222&amp;postID=3745109263172421433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/3745109263172421433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/3745109263172421433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/2009/05/money-where-art-thou-come-from.html' title='Money... Where art thou come from?'/><author><name>NeoSquall</name><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-2221246828404620222.post-6169656161336843574</id><published>2009-05-13T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T03:55:22.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caffeine!!!</title><content type='html'>Caffeine, it is something good. It keeps you awake when you feel sleepy after doing your assignment, last-minute work, etc... It also wakes you up when you take your first cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe to some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some, caffeine is one terrible thing. They are sooooo sensitive towards it even a cup of coffee would send them down into distress. Why? They cant sleep! Insomnia sets in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to me, Its such a sad thing that it doesnt keep me awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was in McD to meet up with my course mates to discuss the assignment that we had to do. It was in the morning so I ordered the breakfast set with coffee. We sat down and discussed. I've finished one cup and decided to get some more coffee since its free to refill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then head straight to the counter to get one, when I sat down drinking my coffee again. I felt really really really sleepy. Gosh... I couldnt stop yawning. When we finished our discussion and I drank finish my 2nd cup of coffee, I was really really sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I manage to get home. Lo and behold I headed straight to my bed and had a wonderful sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee keeps ppl awake.. pfft.. ya right..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2221246828404620222-6169656161336843574?l=blogof-aaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/feeds/6169656161336843574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2221246828404620222&amp;postID=6169656161336843574' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/6169656161336843574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/6169656161336843574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/2009/05/caffeine.html' title='Caffeine!!!'/><author><name>NeoSquall</name><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-2221246828404620222.post-4162056074371154802</id><published>2009-05-11T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T09:57:26.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a hot hot day!</title><content type='html'>Its been really hot this past few days. Rain is indeed a shortage! I've been hoping for rain for a long time dy and yet its not happening! Arghh!! Temperature is averaging 31celcius for the whole day! Its soo hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, its in the middle of the year and its the drought season. Rain is scarce and there is abundance of heat! Cant wait for the next raining season to come. Then there will be curse and swears on why shud it rain now and not tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... last time, I've been looking around for bucket seats; looking at the different brands and models available in the market. I found this tho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d5otzd52uv6zz.cloudfront.net/group-94ca6a64-848b-4bf1-8d5a-6fd0053b223e-350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 350px;" src="http://d5otzd52uv6zz.cloudfront.net/group-94ca6a64-848b-4bf1-8d5a-6fd0053b223e-350.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cool is that?! Looks really funky and I wish I could buy it. The seat is not seating upright like what you get in a conventional bucket seat but its sort of like sleeping F1 style kind of seating position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine... Just imagine it in my iswara. HAHAHA! I cant even drive it in the city cause I cant even look behind! my vision is really limited if I have this seat. But yet, it'll be a joy to have the seat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prices directly from Japan at the current conversion rate would be for the normal Fiber Reinforced Plastic, it will cost around RM5k whereas for the carbon fiber version, it will cost RM8k. Prices are without shipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo... my bday is over which means there is time for YOU to save your money if u want to get a bday present for me.. HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2221246828404620222-4162056074371154802?l=blogof-aaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/feeds/4162056074371154802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2221246828404620222&amp;postID=4162056074371154802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/4162056074371154802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/4162056074371154802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-hot-hot-day.html' title='Its a hot hot day!'/><author><name>NeoSquall</name><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-2221246828404620222.post-8956365209232346000</id><published>2009-05-10T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T09:57:58.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Explosives</title><content type='html'>I always have a fond interest in explosive. I've always thought of doing pyrotechnics when I was small. The adrenalin rush you get when you see an explosion is beyond words that you can explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just check out these shots I got from watching Mythbusters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/SgcDxGw69QI/AAAAAAAAAB0/beH3vJfVjfs/s1600-h/vlcsnap-1201104.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/SgcDxGw69QI/AAAAAAAAAB0/beH3vJfVjfs/s320/vlcsnap-1201104.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334236425807918338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can see how fantastic it is.. Its like an art seeing it happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how 5000 pounds of explosive will look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/SgcDxa45UyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/L0j4qnfTrpU/s1600-h/vlcsnap-1202912.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/SgcDxa45UyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/L0j4qnfTrpU/s320/vlcsnap-1202912.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334236431210074914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/SgcDx0ao18I/AAAAAAAAACM/eA5_8fxaOlU/s1600-h/vlcsnap-1203659.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/SgcDx0ao18I/AAAAAAAAACM/eA5_8fxaOlU/s320/vlcsnap-1203659.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334236438062487490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just fantastic to see such things. Dont you think so? it gets more beautiful when you see the shockwave. You can literally see it when it is played in slow motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As quoted from the discovery channel, the world is awesome! Somethings you just cant see it happening and when you could see it happening, its like way out of what you couldve imagine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for an example.. take a look at this metal plate smacking a car at 600+mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/SgcFk8fHTwI/AAAAAAAAACU/aBP37EHwpmw/s1600-h/vlcsnap-1193896.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/SgcFk8fHTwI/AAAAAAAAACU/aBP37EHwpmw/s320/vlcsnap-1193896.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334238415913701122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/SgcFlJQl_VI/AAAAAAAAACc/pZWAptLL1Ks/s1600-h/vlcsnap-1193489.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/SgcFlJQl_VI/AAAAAAAAACc/pZWAptLL1Ks/s320/vlcsnap-1193489.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334238419342458194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the car practically did not move at all and it just crumpled on the spot when the metal plate hits it. Its just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh... what am I doing studying commerce when Im clearly interested in this? pfft...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2221246828404620222-8956365209232346000?l=blogof-aaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/feeds/8956365209232346000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2221246828404620222&amp;postID=8956365209232346000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/8956365209232346000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/8956365209232346000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/2009/05/explosives.html' title='Explosives'/><author><name>NeoSquall</name><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/_t_v1Id2qzAE/SgcDxGw69QI/AAAAAAAAAB0/beH3vJfVjfs/s72-c/vlcsnap-1201104.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221246828404620222.post-2848928718729177368</id><published>2009-02-08T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T10:23:51.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like that..</title><content type='html'>Since the day I heard of the idea, I was totally negative about it. Why should I do it? For what reason? I dont really care whether it is done or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was forced. Forced so much till I have no say in anything. I wanted to keep it simple if Im forced, but it was made sophisticated. I did not have any chance to discuss, I did not have any chance to think what would be good. Instead, I was presented a schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience? I was tricked, lied, let down, disappointed. I dont really understand why should I do such a deed to my surroundings. Its not as if it is the end of the world. Im still gonna fight for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dont know about it. Promises are made but are not fulfilled. I respect those who are true. But, this so happen to make me see things in a new way. How could I be so dumb...? Yet, is it so hard? So hard to inform? So hard to fulfill a promise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude has not come. But guess I have to leave it. Im starting another life, another set of experiences! Just that things like this just makes me so damn annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2221246828404620222-2848928718729177368?l=blogof-aaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/feeds/2848928718729177368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2221246828404620222&amp;postID=2848928718729177368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/2848928718729177368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/2848928718729177368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-like-that.html' title='Just like that..'/><author><name>NeoSquall</name><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-2221246828404620222.post-2562808487902825327</id><published>2009-01-06T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T09:32:27.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations Part. II</title><content type='html'>I forgot to answer my own question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What drives us to talk? There are many reasons, but the most common reason would be the need to communicate. But sometimes, we just cant communicate with another person. For an example, you are in a new environment with new people. You want to communicate with them but you just cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The obvious reason is shyness. You wouldn't know how the person would react. What if I said this? Would he/she mind? Or sometimes you just go blank. You just cant think what to say even though you want to start a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation is sometimes an art, you need feedback from the person. The continuation of the conversation must depend on the person's reply. But meeting someone new and talking to them is indeed tiring and requires energy. You are constantly finding new topics to talk to so that interest would be found and topics will be flaring out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the wonders of the virtual world, ITS DIFFERENT! People are far less shy, people are extremely friendly! People wouldn't give a damn about the topics and just simply blurt out. Mostly its down to eye contact. In the virtual world, we see words. Words may mean something but conversing eye to eye brings out the person. Its weird that when you are in the virtual world, everyone is your friend. But when you meet face-to-face even though you've talked to the person online in ages, you still feel shy and like as if it is the first time meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its down to the confidence people have in themselves. There are so many uncertainties when you meet someone new. You are afraid that your image will be tarnished. You are so worried about talking well. But, to be well and friendly, you must not be bothered about he uncertainties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess maybe we all should converse digitally even though we meet in real life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/SWOUOTY_VzI/AAAAAAAAABs/gTx800qxqCM/s1600-h/DSC00748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288233360907261746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/SWOUOTY_VzI/AAAAAAAAABs/gTx800qxqCM/s320/DSC00748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool huh? Everyone would be so damn friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*thx to the actors in the picture... I appreciated it! :)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2221246828404620222-2562808487902825327?l=blogof-aaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/feeds/2562808487902825327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2221246828404620222&amp;postID=2562808487902825327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/2562808487902825327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/2562808487902825327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/2009/01/conversations-part-ii.html' title='Conversations Part. II'/><author><name>NeoSquall</name><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/_t_v1Id2qzAE/SWOUOTY_VzI/AAAAAAAAABs/gTx800qxqCM/s72-c/DSC00748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221246828404620222.post-229935923846882202</id><published>2009-01-05T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T09:24:41.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations</title><content type='html'>What drives us to talk whenever we meet someone? Could we really talk anything under the sun whenever we meet someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been asking myself this questions. The really easy people to talk to is your friends. But what do you actually talk? Its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;instantaneous you will come out with a topic. But is it really that diverse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Think about it. Take for an example, a friend of mine. Whenever I meet friend A, our main topic would be about girls and facts of life. Small talks do happen which is mostly consist of the past where we spent our times together with other friends. Then moving on to friend B, our main topic is about cars and some information about how do cars perform. Other smaller topic would be our past. Then I have friend C, our main topic is about what is going on around KK; who is running this company, what is he/she doing, etc... then the small topics are mostly our past and our lifes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Its really funny when you really sit down and think. Such simple topics, but we drag it on forever and ever. In the end, we still dont mind and start talking about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Exciting....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2221246828404620222-229935923846882202?l=blogof-aaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/feeds/229935923846882202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2221246828404620222&amp;postID=229935923846882202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/229935923846882202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/229935923846882202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/2009/01/conversations.html' title='Conversations'/><author><name>NeoSquall</name><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-2221246828404620222.post-2871268645991115324</id><published>2008-12-07T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T06:07:31.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>White superiority?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if you have noticed. People here treat Europeans better than their own kind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really dont understand! For some it is as if they met with god. For some they adore their culture so much until they forget who they are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For an example...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try going into a restaurent, 9 out of 10 restaurent I can safely say that they get better service compared to you. Why is that? Some say cause they hold more money. I have the same spending power as they do, why am I not treated the same way as they do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can complain that they treat you better. Pfft... excuse me... if you treat your own skin colour good, you will be treated the same way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its different if you are in their country. Ofcourse there are some who are nice but they wont be stupid enough to go all out and start praising Asians like us Asians praise the Europeans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they are those who forgets their own colour. Its like the people who are their own colours are demons and the whites are angels. They look down so hard on their own kind but yet sing praises to the whites. Now why is that? What superiority that they have compared to us? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both are humans, both can think, both can talk, just that both live in a different culture. What makes you think white culture is far more superior than our own?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some updates...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just came back from my holidays(again)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this restaurent which is quite amusing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/SUe1fS5dbAI/AAAAAAAAABc/yJxbEVblPss/s1600-h/DSC00728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280388637368609794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/SUe1fS5dbAI/AAAAAAAAABc/yJxbEVblPss/s320/DSC00728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha... of all the names.. great for celebrating that festival..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and... something nice..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/SUe19rfJlXI/AAAAAAAAABk/x1a2KJbeM_M/s1600-h/DSC00726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280389159365219698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/SUe19rfJlXI/AAAAAAAAABk/x1a2KJbeM_M/s320/DSC00726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woo hoo... but the ferrari was nice too lah.. just tat I didont take a pic of it.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2221246828404620222-2871268645991115324?l=blogof-aaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/feeds/2871268645991115324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2221246828404620222&amp;postID=2871268645991115324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/2871268645991115324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/2871268645991115324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/2008/12/white-superiority.html' title='White superiority?'/><author><name>NeoSquall</name><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/_t_v1Id2qzAE/SUe1fS5dbAI/AAAAAAAAABc/yJxbEVblPss/s72-c/DSC00728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221246828404620222.post-2927577160423000827</id><published>2008-12-01T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T04:19:30.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw something...</title><content type='html'>know what did I saw...........?????? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/STPVrqxausI/AAAAAAAAABM/p-sxtcXBSbU/s1600-h/DSC00714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274794534773635778" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/STPVrqxausI/AAAAAAAAABM/p-sxtcXBSbU/s320/DSC00714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arfan's fears........ there were passionately touching and seducing each other. I know I shouldnt be snoobing around but for Arfan, it is too hard to resist!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/STPVrxIJ-xI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ns1PT3CTNUU/s1600-h/DSC00723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274794536479619858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/STPVrxIJ-xI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ns1PT3CTNUU/s320/DSC00723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A CAT DOING ITS BUSINESS ON MY LAWN... damn.. should've taken a whole video of it. Yes, I know, Im a privacy intruder. Dont sue me cause I dont have the money to satisfy your hunger for justice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2221246828404620222-2927577160423000827?l=blogof-aaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/feeds/2927577160423000827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2221246828404620222&amp;postID=2927577160423000827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/2927577160423000827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/2927577160423000827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-saw-something.html' title='I saw something...'/><author><name>NeoSquall</name><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/_t_v1Id2qzAE/STPVrqxausI/AAAAAAAAABM/p-sxtcXBSbU/s72-c/DSC00714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221246828404620222.post-8569987904615576227</id><published>2008-11-28T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T00:05:19.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People and accidents</title><content type='html'>Car Accidents do happen and I admit its something to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's rare! You dont go out and see car accidents every minute of your life. But when it happens, it is a sight to behold(so to speak).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its inevitable that people will slow to see what is going on. I have no objections about slowing down. But there are some people in the world who is smart enough to slow until 20km/h on a freaking highway just to see a CAR THAT HAS BEEN DENTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there are bodies lying on the road with blood all over the place, the car is broken into two and it involves an exotic like a an Aston or Ferrari or Lamborghini or Pagani or what have you all mashed up beyond recognition, then you have a reason to slow down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for an example :D :D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.charonboat.com/2007/10/charonboat_dot_com_girl_fatal_crash_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://www.charonboat.com/2007/10/charonboat_dot_com_girl_fatal_crash_10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.charonboat.com/2007/10/charonboat_dot_com_girl_fatal_crash_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" alt="" src="http://www.charonboat.com/2007/10/charonboat_dot_com_girl_fatal_crash_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT... NOT TILL 20KM/H ON THE BLOODY HIGHWAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happened to me in KL where there was this car accidentally kissed the bumper of the car infront. Bumper dented, the hood dented. From afar you can see its a minor crash. Its inevitable that a crash like this will cause a traffic jam. Yes, its no harm slowing down to 60km/h or 50km/h. But the car infront of me slowed down to a snail pace of 20km/h. Mind you, infront of him was a clear traffic. All the cars sped up already. Ignorant fool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had my fun horning... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought Sabah would be different. But its the same. I just dont understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;put this aside, I found interesting things in KL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/STDyA-1EdbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vws-T8vSq_M/s1600-h/DSC00707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273981262330361266" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/STDyA-1EdbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vws-T8vSq_M/s320/DSC00707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahahahaha! It was soo intriguing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that night, I found this. HAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/STDyf4OJ64I/AAAAAAAAAA0/-kOijS_ZB90/s1600-h/DSC00705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273981793132473218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_v1Id2qzAE/STDyf4OJ64I/AAAAAAAAAA0/-kOijS_ZB90/s320/DSC00705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2221246828404620222-8569987904615576227?l=blogof-aaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/feeds/8569987904615576227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2221246828404620222&amp;postID=8569987904615576227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/8569987904615576227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/8569987904615576227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/2008/11/people-and-accidents.html' title='People and accidents'/><author><name>NeoSquall</name><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/_t_v1Id2qzAE/STDyA-1EdbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vws-T8vSq_M/s72-c/DSC00707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221246828404620222.post-1439008166884764628</id><published>2008-11-25T08:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T08:10:45.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from 10 days of fun</title><content type='html'>Was out holidaying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now Im back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scared yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its okayyyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didont expect you to be scared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2221246828404620222-1439008166884764628?l=blogof-aaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/feeds/1439008166884764628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2221246828404620222&amp;postID=1439008166884764628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/1439008166884764628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/1439008166884764628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-from-10-days-of-fun.html' title='Back from 10 days of fun'/><author><name>NeoSquall</name><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-2221246828404620222.post-7357182085809607731</id><published>2008-11-14T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:00:57.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An urge of excitement</title><content type='html'>What? Surprised? Hell yeah you should be! Im gonna stun the world with my thoughts, which I dont think its possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought of my fans out there. Who knows they want to hear something from me(sorry &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; for being thick!)! So, to start the ball rolling, I shall... actually I dont really know what to do. But no matter! I shall persist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I experienced something today, something which is not out of the ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened like this, you are first being escorted into a room where it is peaceful and quiet. I guess it is suppose to make the environment more peaceful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are then assigned to your own torture chamber. The next instruction is then to strip your clothes off and lie on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*feeling kinky yet?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next experience is something that baffles people. Because, you are first being laid down, slowly enjoying the atmosphere of the room, absorbing the peace you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, a pair of firm hands start torturing you. Pressing firmly against your sensitive areas(oits... stay on track! dont let your mind wander off!). You wanna scream in agony, but you cant! You are then being battered with firm fingers pressing down on you. And if its not worse enough, after all the enduring you go thru. You suddenly feel a pair of feet walking from your thighs to your shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking? Yeah... those pair of feet did walk. But when it reaches my back. Its more like using my body as a wakeboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the ironic thing is that, among all the torture and humiliation you endure, you will feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;syiok&lt;/span&gt;! Your stress gone, your joints doesnt ache that much, you feel much flexible, you feel much more freedom, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I dont feel as great as that. After all, its my first massage after 5-6years. It was pure tortueeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee........................... Im not complaining. Not at all. After all, if I do, someone wouldnt wanna friend me already. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uih Aaron, dont take it personally lah! I had fun lah! it was great going MASSAGE with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Boys and girls, nothing kinky happened. There&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;were no hanky panky stuffs going on. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But come to think about it, what if there were? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2221246828404620222-7357182085809607731?l=blogof-aaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/feeds/7357182085809607731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2221246828404620222&amp;postID=7357182085809607731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/7357182085809607731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2221246828404620222/posts/default/7357182085809607731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogof-aaron.blogspot.com/2008/11/urge-of-excitement.html' title='An urge of excitement'/><author><name>NeoSquall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
