<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14693417</id><updated>2009-11-12T19:39:40.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hush Now</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>HushNow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03802512864555260293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>211</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14693417.post-114049111477343099</id><published>2006-02-21T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T11:05:14.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new Site!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey Hey Hey... I finally bought a new domain with the name: Frappuccinno.com and I'm no longer in blogspot anymore. In the new Frappuccinno.com, there will be  lots of changes made and added a few new thing.. so check it out people and hope u guys like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW SITE: &lt;a href="http://www.frappuccinno.com"&gt;Frappuccinno.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14693417-114049111477343099?l=keithys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/feeds/114049111477343099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14693417&amp;postID=114049111477343099' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/114049111477343099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/114049111477343099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-new-site.html' title='My new Site!!!'/><author><name>HushNow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03802512864555260293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02617126490958968920'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14693417.post-113944967454473481</id><published>2006-02-09T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T09:47:54.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there any real right and wrong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As we grow up, we learn how to cope, how to adapt and more importantly how to except other into our life. When it comes to you and me, him or her, or even them, we learn that most of us are different in our own ways and then, we learn to compromise with each other. In a certain actions or characteristic, when it comes to differences/conflicts, can we really say that you are wrong and we are right? Given the nature of how we are brought up, thing that we have been trough, for a simple term like friendship, do everyone have the same definition of what a friend mean? One might say companion, some might take it as an advantages and some might not even believe in the word itself. So, which is wrong and which is right? Can we safely assume a person who doesn't believe in the word friend to be wrong? In one room fill with 10 peoples, if one happen to be friends with 7 peoples, is it right to classified that person as an unfriendly person for not knowing the other 3 people? Is it right to say, I don't need to know him/her because there is no need to? When it comes to all of these questions, it depends on each individual. It is not up to us or even you to judge a person when it comes to their own characteristic because in the end, how well do you know your friends. People like to say, when you say something about somebody, look at yourself first but I find it rather funny because this is the person who usually doesn't see themselves too let alone judging other people. Having said all that, having to accept which is right or wrong is like picking up cloths; we choose our own style, which of the cloths feel comfortable to us. If the cloth doesn't fit, there is no point for you and me, him or her, or even them to be forcing each other to like one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14693417-113944967454473481?l=keithys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/feeds/113944967454473481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14693417&amp;postID=113944967454473481' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113944967454473481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113944967454473481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/2006/02/is-there-any-real-right-and-wrong.html' title='Is there any real right and wrong?'/><author><name>HushNow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03802512864555260293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02617126490958968920'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14693417.post-113924692856954414</id><published>2006-02-07T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T01:28:48.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A boy with no life and no home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Finally I'm back. Usually I would refer back as in back to my hometown but after spending two week in it, I think back would be more suitable to my home in the city. I don't know weather it is the long holiday, or issit my hometown or it was all me, but back at hometown, I didn't felt any connection at all. I felt like an outsider, even in my own home with my own family. I felt I've been gone for so long until I lost all touch with everything I once grew up with. The 5 years I spend in the city apparently erase all my 20 years of memories in my hometown. I guess it is my ignorant and the fact that I didn't want to go back that cause all of it. Now sitting on my bed, I couldn't help but wonder about my home; is it my empty RM350 rental room, my pc and myself only. I guest this would be the pathetic story of my life; a boy with no life and no home.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14693417-113924692856954414?l=keithys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/feeds/113924692856954414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14693417&amp;postID=113924692856954414' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113924692856954414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113924692856954414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/2006/02/boy-with-no-life-and-no-home.html' title='A boy with no life and no home...'/><author><name>HushNow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03802512864555260293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02617126490958968920'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14693417.post-113807203574745667</id><published>2006-01-24T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T11:07:15.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un-Happy Chinese New Year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There comes a time when u reach a road with holes everywhere and you can't turn right or left but just need to stumble trough it. This is the time I usually call Chinese New Year. I was never the kinds that like Chinese New Year since I was a kid. I used to ask myself why, why is all the kids freely roaming out and play firework when I have to stuck at home doing house chore. Since young, I didn't quite understand why adults like my own relative would like to criticize me and purposely hurt me for no reason. Anyway, Chinese New Year is like a nightmare that keeps repeating itself every beginning of the year. This year in particular, I have my usual early breakdown before Chinese New Year but little do I know, the nightmares have begin without me and I didn't know it. First I lost my hp and then I felt this huge emotion of unsecured feeling without it. Kind of like naked without a hp. The next day, I lock myself out from my room without my key and lock myself in the living room without a key to go out. I was late for a meeting with a client and I have no hp to call and postpone the meeting, so I kick my room door and took the key. Now I have to pay for the damage. After the meeting, I was driving back home and I stop like 5 meter before another car in the traffic light. This car, of all sudden reverses and hit my front car. I got down, there was no scratch (LUCKILY) and I point my middle finger up to that bastard and kick his guccimama-ass car. So, I guess Happy Chinese New year isn't that happy anyway. I don't know what is going to happen next but Un-Happy Chinese New Year to myself and Gong Xi Fa Cai to you all...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14693417-113807203574745667?l=keithys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/feeds/113807203574745667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14693417&amp;postID=113807203574745667' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113807203574745667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113807203574745667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/2006/01/un-happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Un-Happy Chinese New Year...'/><author><name>HushNow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03802512864555260293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02617126490958968920'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14693417.post-113786920090113945</id><published>2006-01-22T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T11:24:20.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you buy your CNY cloths yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Chinese people have a habit of getting new thing for any new occasion and somehow, it is always related to "Pantang-Larang". For example, moving to a new house, it is better to buy new furniture rather than bringing the old furniture in because it will bring old jinx to the new house. First day of Chinese New Year, we are encouraged to wear new cloths because of starting fresh for the New Year. What else is there or have I stated the obvious? Even lately, the topic of... Did you buy your CNY cloths yet... seem to be the only question that is been asked by everyone over and over again. It used to be fun at first, going out shopping and going trough all the hassle of picking the cloths that you like. Me? It is just an excuse to spend my money on cloths and little do I know, it seems that every shirt that I bought is in black. So I guess that I have to redo all my shopping again. However, this year is a bit too dramatic and overwhelming for me because I bought a new Laptop and I was thinking of changing my HP too to Sony Ericsson K750. Speaking of HP, I lost mine somewhere during dinner and on the same time, my friend got robed and few weeks ago, 3 of my friend got pickpocket and lost their HP too. To me, it doesn't really matter much because I plan to change my HP anyway but getting back my HP number is kind of pain in the ass and losing some few important contacts, I think I'm going crazy right now. Anyway... just want to say Happy Chinese New year to everyone who read my blog. If you are driving back to your hometown, have a safe journey. Finally, to everyone out there, please be extremely cautious and careful of your belonging or you probably end up like me or my other poor friends. If you happen to catch those bastard, feel free to call me and I will help beat up that muthafucker up too... anyway, look on the bright side... Chinese people like to say, if old didn't go, new wouldn't come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14693417-113786920090113945?l=keithys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/feeds/113786920090113945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14693417&amp;postID=113786920090113945' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113786920090113945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113786920090113945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/2006/01/did-you-buy-your-cny-cloths-yet.html' title='Did you buy your CNY cloths yet?'/><author><name>HushNow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03802512864555260293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02617126490958968920'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14693417.post-113726718818993958</id><published>2006-01-15T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T03:33:38.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know mandarin... betrayal to my own race...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I was young, my mum used to buy this Japanese weekly comic for me. However, the dialog of the comic itself is in mandarin, which is kind of a problem for me because I don't study mandarin in school. So, instead of understanding the comic, I spend my childhood period imagine the story line by looking at the picture box itself. Many people question my mum why she would buy a Chinese translated Japanese comic for me but I can see that she is trying her best hoping that I could learn mandarin from there. Night after night, she would sit down beside me, telling me stories, and explain what the character is trying to say but I guess, I wasn't interested at all. Instead, I was attracted more to the art itself and leave the imaginary to myself of how the story would go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Living in a world where we are guided by other people thought, especially in a typical cultural tradition, I guess I have disgrace my family for being the only son who doesn't know mandarin when I myself am a Chinese. Relative would criticize us and people will look at us in a different ways and although my mum will smile back at me and ask me to ignore them, I can see trough her eye that she was hoping deep down, if history could be change, she would rather send me to a mandarin school instead. However, given the history itself, there weren't any option for her to send me to mandarin school because it is simply too far and luckily, there is this one famous Malay school in town which happens to be next to our house; just across the railway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, after 20 years of criticism from relative, I guess me and my mum is immune to it and come to think of it, if given the choice to go back time; I guess I would prefer my mum sending me to the same Malay school rather than mandarin school. To me, I guess no matter what language I used, doesn't seem that important as long as I can get my message trough in a conversation. I can speak mandarin now, English and Malay, and although I'm not that fluent in any of the language, I guess at least when I talk, its kind of smooth sailing not like some typical mandarin student who come out speaking English like chicken got tie up in their neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;However, it got me thinking, since the change of time and generation, English language have been put up as the language that kids nowadays should know. Probably for the sake of when they grow up and work, it might be helpful for them in term of professionalism and communication but does that effect the tradition ways of Chinese should know mandarin, or Malay should know Bahasa Melayu or even an Indian should know Tamil. Being exposed to a language that is not our root language, does that create problems, are we suppose to feel ashamed of ourselves or is it a betrayer to our own race? Having said all that, do current generations even care anymore? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14693417-113726718818993958?l=keithys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/feeds/113726718818993958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14693417&amp;postID=113726718818993958' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113726718818993958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113726718818993958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-dont-know-mandarin-betrayal-to-my.html' title='I don&apos;t know mandarin... betrayal to my own race...'/><author><name>HushNow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03802512864555260293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02617126490958968920'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14693417.post-113698995706618619</id><published>2006-01-12T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T10:57:49.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Food Adventure of CSFB!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok... CSFB stand for crazy Shit and Freakin Bi-atch. Freakin Bi-atch is my comic dealer and she bring me to this shangrila hotel and eat this so-called buffet at the Lemon Green something garden restaurant. The place is veli exclusive... and to have shitty ppl like me who have no sense in fashion go in with my slipper... I kinda like the design of the place itself.. veli clam zen feeling when u dine at that place... However, the food... well... if the place is "yin" then the food is "Yang". For those who wanna go dine at that place, please do not even bother taking the chinese dished, noodle counter, malay/indian food... i tell ya... dimsum: Ha Kau... the skin is like hard plastic, i take that and throw at that bi-atch and the skin didnt even break (talk about long lasting condom)...the pandan chickhen... took me like 15 min to open the freakin pandan chickhen and twice harder than that Ha Kau.. Satay.. AYOMAK... rendang, fish... just forget it la... u cook it urself and spit on it still taste better than tat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/39/84878987_669786c329.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 176px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/39/84878987_669786c329.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/39/84878987_669786c329.jpg?v=0"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/42/84878966_da031f01af.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 176px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/42/84878966_da031f01af.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/42/84878966_da031f01af.jpg?v=0"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/39/84879030_89571250cd.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 176px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/39/84879030_89571250cd.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/39/84879030_89571250cd.jpg?v=0"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/39/84879119_c3f0a9c49d.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 176px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/39/84879119_c3f0a9c49d.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... the western cousine is nice... the chickhen and fish something ala cate... that is a must try. Simply take a big white plate and put the one fish on top and covered it with orange sos.. waa tell u.. like eat at western country only... the roasted beef... WAH LAU.. damn sedap... The sushi bar is limited but overall, i give it 7 out of 10 point. The only thing i find unusual is the dessert. I think this place is specialise in the chocalate itself... i simply like the idea of the chocolate fountain  and you can like stand there and lok lok it with any fruit u want. Me, since im lazy, i took a bowl and fill it up and then took all the fruit i wan and settle the whole hassle... I think other than tat, the cake is good...  anyway, enjoy the food pic.. this is just the half of what i eat.. lazy to stop and continue on since im pretty stuck with my fork and knife.. wakakakakaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/37/84879146_e25b314a38.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 134px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/37/84879146_e25b314a38.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/37/84879146_e25b314a38.jpg?v=0"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/40/84879137_7a2833cc0c.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 134px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/40/84879137_7a2833cc0c.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/40/84879137_7a2833cc0c.jpg?v=0"&gt; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/keith_ys/buddha.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14693417-113621886191815855?l=keithys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/feeds/113621886191815855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14693417&amp;postID=113621886191815855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113621886191815855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113621886191815855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/2006/01/seeking-enlightenment.html' title='Seeking Enlightenment...'/><author><name>HushNow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03802512864555260293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02617126490958968920'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14693417.post-113613074313089310</id><published>2006-01-01T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T23:54:00.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Having alchohol at noon on first day of 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/38/80229564_25b7b88846.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/38/80229564_25b7b88846.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/37/80229538_98bf1ea1f6.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/37/80229538_98bf1ea1f6.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On New Year Eve, I have like 5 invitation to party/clubbing/countdown and what did i do for the last day in year 2005... sleep at home. NO... to be precise, i was sick and to make myself more pethetic, i crawl to my window and strech out my hand and shout... you young people out there.. go safe urself while u can.. leave me be.. i shall rot here bymyself. 1st day of 2006, i woke up feelin like a rotten egg, eat like 3 active fast panadol and go out meet my fren at 1 Utama and stupidly order long island tea at T.G.I Fridays. I dunnu whether it is the fever, or the Panadol or the Alchohol, but i know my head started spinning and I was drunk. My frens is worried, and the waitress is laughin at me... i almost go over and ask for her number... come to think of it.. i should ask her number. Anyway, after like 3 cigarrette and 1 glass of hot water, i was able to stand up and walk... This is so retro of me... hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/38/80229594_ada20571cc.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/38/80229594_ada20571cc.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/38/80229594_ada20571cc.jpg?v=0"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/42/80229616_f5b2b8400e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/42/80229616_f5b2b8400e.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my first post for 2006 is about food. First... T.G.I Fridays, the Long Island Tea is nice (not bcos i was drunk), better than Chilli Steak House. As for the burger... well i hatta reconsiderate the burger. The burger is not nice at all and the fries was a total dissapointment. Please do not order the burger if u happen to be there. Wherelse, the buffalo wings... same like Chilli, nice, salty and tastety... For dinner, we went to this Char Chan Teng at 1 Utama opposite of Guardian... I order, Ice Lemon Green Tea. The taste is no where like green tea but it make a nice lemonade and big too. For the main course, i ordered honey pork rib with vege rice. The taste is just moderate. Just like a typical RM3.50 plate of fried pork rib with rice but this place charge for 8.20 plus 15% tax... so u might recomsiderate ordering it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/38/80229707_3c3db13381.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 254px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/38/80229707_3c3db13381.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/38/80229707_3c3db13381.jpg?v=0"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/40/80229669_525270a4d4.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 253px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/40/80229669_525270a4d4.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/40/80229669_525270a4d4.jpg?v=0"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/40/80229647_d0d9d1c3e3.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 253px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/40/80229647_d0d9d1c3e3.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/40/80229647_d0d9d1c3e3.jpg?v=0"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/40/80229738_53208ff481.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 254px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/40/80229738_53208ff481.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 10 min and and it is official, the end of first day of 2006... it was fun... This blog started like 2 years ago and i guess that time have change everything... thank you for reading my blog and i hope to entertain u guys in near future with my pethetic content... wakakakakaka&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14693417-113613074313089310?l=keithys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/feeds/113613074313089310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14693417&amp;postID=113613074313089310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113613074313089310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113613074313089310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/2006/01/having-alchohol-at-noon-on-first-day.html' title='Having alchohol at noon on first day of 2006'/><author><name>HushNow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03802512864555260293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02617126490958968920'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14693417.post-113601060869502398</id><published>2005-12-31T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T14:30:08.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TQ for being my fren and Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/keith_ys/hny2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/keith_ys/hny2006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New Rear Resolution... everyone is talkin about it. Well for me, i have nada, not before, not now, not ever... i guess, to have a resolution or a goal to be achieve in that particular year must hold a strong displine in order to achive it or else, you will turn out like me, which why bother making one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005, a year like every other year ... dull, depress and a whole lots of unpleasat things that keep on happening to me. I guess, I would expect the same from 2006. However, having say all that, at least i have some frens that stood by me when i needed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before 2005 ended, i guess i should be thankful that i'm still alive up until now.. haha.. Thankful to have a fren like Seymour, who always be there for me and also tolerate hearing me complain about life and also introduce lots of nice place to eat. Chasyss... the only ex-colid that i've been contact with and the only colids who can tolerate with my irritating behaviour and judge me and still going out with me.. hehehe.. Not to mention, in 2005 itself, i make a new blogger fren, Mr. Kampung kai who is kind enuf to sign me up in his "Kampung" society club... lol... not forgeting, bernie.. my once highschool frens and now colids... i guess being frens for 12 years.. im just glad that we still stay the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, there are many ppl out there ... some old, some new...which i wanna thanks for being supportive and just being there for me... i just wanna say Happy New Year and dedicate this song for y'all from the tv series "Golden Girls"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a friend&lt;br /&gt;Traveled down the road and back again&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is true your a pal and a confidant.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And if you through a party&lt;br /&gt;Invited everyone you ever knew&lt;br /&gt;You would see the biggest gift would be from me&lt;br /&gt;And the card attached would say thank you for being a friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14693417-113601060869502398?l=keithys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/feeds/113601060869502398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14693417&amp;postID=113601060869502398' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113601060869502398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113601060869502398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/2005/12/tq-for-being-my-fren-and-happy-new.html' title='TQ for being my fren and Happy New Year'/><author><name>HushNow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03802512864555260293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02617126490958968920'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14693417.post-113578418436260680</id><published>2005-12-29T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T10:58:04.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X MEN 3 ... WHY LA!!! Biggest FLOP!!!!</title><content type='html'>OK, first of all... I've been complaining about X Men movie since the day they started X Men 1.. Why??? nobody seem to understand me... since young, marvel comic was my all time favourite comic (still am) and yes, i spend like RM 100 ringgit every single week buying X-Title comic and happily enjoy reading with a cup of rumba frappuccino... So a freak like me.. imagine having so much interest in the marvel comic itself, imagine what will happen if they are making a movie out of it... needless to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..the movie was a total disaster.. X MEN FREAK out there... please back me up... why it is such a disaster..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fotos.org/galeria/data/502/3Halle-Berry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 183px;" src="http://www.fotos.org/galeria/data/502/3Halle-Berry.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halle Berry... honey, i luv u and im ur biggest fan... but u just doesnt cut out to be storm.. Storm is a goddess for goodness sake.. and all this while, all im seeing is u sitting there and eye turn white and here come the thunder... and with the latest scene in X Men 3 where you spinning slapping ppl.. that just break my heart seeing u do this. Where is the flying, the aecrobatic move in the air, where is all the wisdom talk... and the face.. the director should hire Tyra Bank or someone look like Naomi Campbell (with better acting cappability). This two, have the outlook features that suit Storm. Probably you can be Cecilia Reye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anna-paquin.de/gfx/1-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 181px;" src="http://www.anna-paquin.de/gfx/1-1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OMIGAW.. ROGUE.. i dunnu where to begin... her look, her acting, her storyline doesnt even match the name itself.. and what happen to the famous Rogue accent, where is the daring, bold and sexy sugah rock smashing  hulk wannabe. OK, probably the story here being modify where her power is just sucking ppl power and their soul and memory.. i dun mind they minus the part where she suppose to have ms. marvel super power.. but this is just suck... her character suck big time in the movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No.3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stars2go.com/j/famke-janssen/famke_janssen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 140px;" src="http://www.stars2go.com/j/famke-janssen/famke_janssen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jean Grey... i always wanna ask, what with the hair style in X Men 1, you look like freakin grandma and X Men 2.. i try very hard to tolerate with it... aside from that, ok... i give it a 6 out of 10 that ur character look good in the movie... hell in X Men 1, you look like scott aka cyclop mother... freakin me out seeing u kissing him... eek... anyway, u look super hot in X Men 3.. so dun worry, you probably might get higher ranking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only character i see fit in this X Men is Collosus, Iceman (tolerable), xavier (FIT LIKE HELL), cyclop (not man enuf), Mystic (cool but not cunning enuf), Archangel (why not matthew mcconaughey in it.. we are talkin about millionare playboy here.. this look like drug addict only)... ok.. i had enuf critic for one article... seriously, i dun mind the story change, i dun mind the bad storyline.. but at least can somebody get the correct actor/actress for this X Men character.. btw, i hope in X Men 4, if psylocke character is out .. please not Zhang Zi Yi... and if SAGE is out, PLEASE BE Ashley Judd... that all i'm asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14693417-113578418436260680?l=keithys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/feeds/113578418436260680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14693417&amp;postID=113578418436260680' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113578418436260680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113578418436260680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/2005/12/x-men-3-why-la-biggest-flop.html' title='X MEN 3 ... WHY LA!!! Biggest FLOP!!!!'/><author><name>HushNow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03802512864555260293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02617126490958968920'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14693417.post-113526249183956582</id><published>2005-12-22T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T22:41:31.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year End Fever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I guess, like any other years, time just fly by without us really knowing it and by the time it hits us, I guess that is what it felt like every times we reach the year end. The same feeling I had in Dec 2004 and here in Dec 2005, I'm sitting in front of my pc, thinking what I've been doing for the past one year. The same questions that keep floating in my mind asking myself what have I achieve so far, do I feel any regret or am I'm still the same person I was before. When I think about it, it always comes back to the same thing... the same old lies that I been repeating over and over again. Should I feel ashamed or should I continue living in guilt? Whatever it is, I guess times would tell. Whatever the feeling that I had inside of me, I guess it must be the year end fever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14693417-113526249183956582?l=keithys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/feeds/113526249183956582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14693417&amp;postID=113526249183956582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113526249183956582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113526249183956582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/2005/12/year-end-fever.html' title='Year End Fever...'/><author><name>HushNow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03802512864555260293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02617126490958968920'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14693417.post-113492216778848774</id><published>2005-12-19T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T10:22:54.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My very first Christmas Tree and lots of Wrapping Technique...</title><content type='html'>Christmas 2004, no money buy christmas tree.. hatta take a print out paper tree as a replacement.. but i guess the decoration itself should be enough to cover my so called pethetic christmas spirit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/keith_ys/christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/keith_ys/christmas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas 2005, got abit of money and bought myself my first christmas tree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/38/74782396_25e9d4680f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/38/74782396_25e9d4680f.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my family doesnt fancy celebration even for birthday... the only big stuff they are interested in is going to temple and pray. yeah... im not christian but weird... of all the celebration, christmas is the only holiday that i like. Given the choice, i would rather have lots of presant than angpow in chinese new year but then again, im rather picky when it comes to people buying gift for me. So far, nobody impress me yet... all the presant i got so far ..well.. um.. suck... it got me thinkin... people say that it is the thought that count.. but the thing is.. nobody put any thought in it ever... i mean... i hate cofee and yet, i got coffee for my presant... i hate reading book.. but i got a book... but then again, most of my friend never put much thought in their gift... it is just.. "just get it".. for me... i think from heaven to earth what that person would like and i bought for them. to me, if it bother that somebody to get a presant.. then why bother buying it.. probably it is just me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one thing i like about christmas other than presants are... the decorations (im a freak when i plan for some event)... i can make a shit look like a rose... chinese new year... too much red and are just too ...ewww... not my style... i like to wrap presant.. i beg everyone in my company to let me help them wrap their gifts... their are too plain and U.G.L.Y... i like to put some creativity in it... so far 4 of my colleauges let me help them cos they are too lazy to do it... and walla... my creation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/36/74782340_eabce1f4dd.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/36/74782340_eabce1f4dd.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/37/74782276_0bf81ec999.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/37/74782276_0bf81ec999.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/41/74782159_6226ef0885.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/41/74782159_6226ef0885.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/43/74782211_43eb11c427.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/43/74782211_43eb11c427.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im planning for a christmas eve party... hopefully it will be a blast... turkey, ham, german sausage, egg and tuna sandwich, salad, vodka, lime, and for those dunnu what wine to buy.. i would definatelly recommend ICEWINE... now promotion for 75 with two glasses... a must have for a party... and my place are fully decorated with my so-call ... haha... i luv christmas... this year would be a BLAST... definately...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14693417-113492216778848774?l=keithys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/feeds/113492216778848774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14693417&amp;postID=113492216778848774' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113492216778848774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113492216778848774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-very-first-christmas-tree-and-lots.html' title='My very first Christmas Tree and lots of Wrapping Technique...'/><author><name>HushNow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03802512864555260293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02617126490958968920'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14693417.post-113479482364408774</id><published>2005-12-17T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T12:47:03.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach for Holiday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/20/69186762_72656a2e22.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/20/69186762_72656a2e22.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/20/69186654_192c9978fd.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/20/69186654_192c9978fd.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/18/69186688_d2a215f589.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/18/69186688_d2a215f589.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt very L.A.Z.Y now. Dunnu whats wrong with me lately... doesnt feel like working and there are soo many things pending, waiting for me to do it and yet, i just slob around. Feel like wanna go beach for a holiday... Picture took in Cheranting... was nice... but not enjoyable.. cos go with a bunch of idiotic people... which kinda ruin my mood there... what a bummer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14693417-113479482364408774?l=keithys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/feeds/113479482364408774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14693417&amp;postID=113479482364408774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113479482364408774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113479482364408774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/2005/12/beach-for-holiday.html' title='Beach for Holiday...'/><author><name>HushNow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03802512864555260293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02617126490958968920'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14693417.post-113469825775326309</id><published>2005-12-16T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T09:57:37.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DimSum-ZiLla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/40/73952146_a169f37465.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/40/73952146_a169f37465.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/36/73952132_a7cd70d4c8.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/36/73952132_a7cd70d4c8.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to another day of "Eat Eat Eat". Today lemme introduce where to eat good &amp;amp; cheap dimsum in KL (Hotel Dimsum... tat wan no need to say, but i heard JW Marriot was nice). Anyway, so far im still impress with the dimsum in Sri Petaling. They have various variety of dimsum and i would definately recommend the seafood dimsum they provided. Where issit? In Sri Petaling, there are 3 nice place to eat dimsum and all this 3 shop are in same row. I dunnu the restaurant name... but u should definately try the middle wan. the most right is DimSum King with red signboard... that wan suck and expensive, go next to it, the middle wan which i recommended. The restaurant have many yellow umbrella which u couldnt miss beside the road side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another nice DimSum is in Jalan Ipoh. Although not that much variety as Sri Petaling, but the food is cheaper compare to Sri Petaling DimSum. The Jalan Ipoh restaurant i would recomend is the shop beside hong leong bank. Notice the aunty there, everytime she talk is like singing chinese opera. Funny at first, but kinda get creepy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the 3rd bestDimSum you must have is the wan in Sungai Bulluh. Im sure many of you know where it is... although they dun have any seafood dimsum, but it have lots of variety also. Try the black pepper Siew Mai... it is delicious. the location for this place, ummm.. i also dunnu. i dunnu how to get there and no any land mark to tell u guys also.. but dun worry... i will find out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in KL... this is my top 3 place to have dimsum, i would recomend, if u wanna go dimsum in morning, highly recomended that you go to Sri Petaling wan, else, if u wan mignight, then go Jalan Ipoh or Sungai Buluh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14693417-113469825775326309?l=keithys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/feeds/113469825775326309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14693417&amp;postID=113469825775326309' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113469825775326309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113469825775326309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/2005/12/dimsum-zilla.html' title='DimSum-ZiLla'/><author><name>HushNow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03802512864555260293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02617126490958968920'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14693417.post-113461810446257946</id><published>2005-12-15T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T11:41:44.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth fighting for employee rights...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When we first venture out into the working word, we are expected to talk and confidently prove ourselves to people that aside from owning a degree, we are still able to work efficiently. However, when working in a company, we are somehow expected to shut our mouth and do as we are told. What happen to giving feedback, exchanging ideas and the right to speak out our mind? Whether it is ideas, doubt or confusion, why our mouths are are somehow tied up by people above us... Truth to be told, I find it very sad that the reason why this occur are not because we are not afraid to speak out but rather being place the position of being inexperience, and being young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the world or professionalism, managers or seniors shouldn't discriminate people below them, rather guide them or at least open up to their ideas and except it if it is good. People who have years of experience should know not to indulge into their kiasu-ism behavior or feel threaten by junior getting their job. If a junior can get higher than a senior role in a company, then it should be the senior who should be blame for slacking off. Many managers especially, after getting the title "manager" doesn't mean they could sit their lazy ass in the office, do nothing and occasionally bully other below him. Even working in a project, a simple project manager has a huge responsibility to balance all the requirement and consultation from the client, management and from his teammates. They should be a team player and in a project, people should work as equally providing their expertise in the project itself. We are not talking about a hierarchical working class where we are force to do all the shitty work where else the project manager just slack off. In the end, who gets the blame if something went wrong? The lower class people will be the one that suffers the consequences. What happen if the project was a success? The managers will got all the credit where else we suck behind with nothing but learning experience and a pay that doesn't even fit to what we have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Juniors are expect to work 24/7 everyday and doesn't get paid off. For me, I finish work at 6 pm, why? Because I properly plan and productively finished my work on time and always finish my work in advance. Does that make me any less productive than other who work more than 9 hour and didn't get the job done. However, working until 6 pm and go back somehow giving the misinterpretation that I am not productive and the amount of project that I have done on time are not a viable to prove that I am productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When people are leaving their job because they can't stand what they are dealing with, they will be surprise that they would face the same thing over again in the next company. Why I say that? This is because, it have become a culture in Malaysia company that senior are given the privileges to slack off and junior have to do all their works for 24/7. We might gain the experience and learn something, but in the end, are we happy being torture like that and continuously torture for the rest in our life. I'm not craving for a luxuries life or an easy life, but this shouldn't be the case where working class people should be bullied to become a slave. People should realize that this is not the culture we should adapt. Look at what the westerner company are doing and they do just fine and even greater than any company in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. In &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, being just an employee doesn't have any right to fight back or argue our point and we let other blindly step on our head. Should the case of "if you can't fight them, join them" be implement here or should we do something about it. I don't know about other, but I'm not going to sit down and do nothing about it. We should stand up for our right as an employee and speak up if anything is mistreated. We should fight for out rights. I am.... Are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;ps: Even if we were to become a senior in future, we shouldn't be slacking off and repeat the mistake what our senior are doing. We should make a different and show the next generation in line that what it take to be working in an enviroment where we are all equally happy for what we are doing and do something which should be proud off. Although the company if not ours but we should have the culture of commiting to that company and grow with it. If we are to make Malaysia a growing country, we should stop this culture and prove ourselve and make a different. Who is with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14693417-113461810446257946?l=keithys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/feeds/113461810446257946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14693417&amp;postID=113461810446257946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113461810446257946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113461810446257946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/2005/12/worth-fighting-for-employee-rights.html' title='Worth fighting for employee rights...'/><author><name>HushNow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03802512864555260293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02617126490958968920'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14693417.post-113394201900830232</id><published>2005-12-07T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T15:53:39.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why always fail to DIET...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/6/69185569_3e3e846dc8.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/6/69185569_3e3e846dc8.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/9/69185490_c96a1b0958.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/9/69185490_c96a1b0958.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/15/69185437_aed001456e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/15/69185437_aed001456e.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/12/69185289_6fd3dd7b60.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/12/69185289_6fd3dd7b60.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/35/68690841_d6401681c2.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/35/68690841_d6401681c2.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/15/69185226_ff3178b3e6.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/15/69185226_ff3178b3e6.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see why, I always fails when it come to dieting.  The picture above is just a typical day of steamboat with my own family (5 people) and we manage to eat this much... totally crazy. It is so not fair, my family members are so thin wherelse me stuck with all fat in the world and worst part is, my parent always complain me being fat. However, everytime after dinner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: aww.. so full cannot eat liau...&lt;br /&gt;Mum: wah lau.. so many left over, you cannot waste food like tat, must eat finish..&lt;br /&gt;Me: but i cant finish oledi....&lt;br /&gt;Mum: do you know ppl are out there suffering with no food and here you are wasting food.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (*feeling guilty)... ok..i eat finish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after each meal.. feeling like a volcano, feel like wanna explode. Then every few minute after every meal... mum goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: haiyo.. u cannot eat so much le, see you so fat now... not healthy...&lt;br /&gt;Me: .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I rest my case*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14693417-113394201900830232?l=keithys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/feeds/113394201900830232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14693417&amp;postID=113394201900830232' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113394201900830232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113394201900830232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/2005/12/why-always-fail-to-diet.html' title='Why always fail to DIET...'/><author><name>HushNow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03802512864555260293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02617126490958968920'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14693417.post-113375466197076721</id><published>2005-12-05T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T11:51:02.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painted or the real KLCC Twin Tower?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/keith_ys/klcc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/keith_ys/klcc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was the first time, I was able to fit the entire klcc building in my camera... was so excited and took the pic. However, the picture came out looking like a painted picture instead... weird but i was happy with the picture thou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14693417-113375466197076721?l=keithys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/feeds/113375466197076721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14693417&amp;postID=113375466197076721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113375466197076721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113375466197076721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/2005/12/painted-or-real-klcc-twin-tower.html' title='Painted or the real KLCC Twin Tower?'/><author><name>HushNow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03802512864555260293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02617126490958968920'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14693417.post-113357741956864896</id><published>2005-12-03T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T10:36:59.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another Food Feast...</title><content type='html'>Forgot what is the name of this restaurant.. but it is in Mont Kiara beside starbuck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/15/69187472_42811c0fbb.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/15/69187472_42811c0fbb.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/20/69187262_5890bc3d26.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/20/69187262_5890bc3d26.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/18/69187163_657de8a2d9.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/18/69187163_657de8a2d9.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/12/69187054_2a78e990d2.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/12/69187054_2a78e990d2.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14693417-113357741956864896?l=keithys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/feeds/113357741956864896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14693417&amp;postID=113357741956864896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113357741956864896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113357741956864896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/2005/12/yet-another-food-feast.html' title='Yet another Food Feast...'/><author><name>HushNow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03802512864555260293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02617126490958968920'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14693417.post-113348812051303104</id><published>2005-12-02T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T09:48:40.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pig out at Modesto Hartamas...</title><content type='html'>Went to Modesto in hartamas... the food is good but very pricey. I would recomend having the big seafood "Spagati" and the lagsania. Anyway for any of you dunnu where in hartamas, it is just opposite of buger king and also next to project gas station. Enjoy the picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/9/69184523_c2c481c0db.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/9/69184523_c2c481c0db.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/20/69184588_fbb4e29636.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/20/69184588_fbb4e29636.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/20/69184643_9ebac55ecd.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/20/69184643_9ebac55ecd.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/35/69184729_d3c55bc4d7.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/35/69184729_d3c55bc4d7.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only tat, the scene is to die for... ok, probably i talk too much. the scene here is nice. You can see turtle sun bathing, fish and i kinda like the whole indo design enviroment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/20/69184981_ecdd22c17c.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/20/69184981_ecdd22c17c.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/12/69185016_abb0736448.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/12/69185016_abb0736448.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/35/69185082_b72567daf7.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/35/69185082_b72567daf7.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/15/69185173_278a12ef3e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/15/69185173_278a12ef3e.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14693417-113348812051303104?l=keithys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/feeds/113348812051303104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14693417&amp;postID=113348812051303104' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113348812051303104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113348812051303104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/2005/12/pig-out-at-modesto-hartamas.html' title='Pig out at Modesto Hartamas...'/><author><name>HushNow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03802512864555260293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02617126490958968920'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14693417.post-113340359167417335</id><published>2005-12-01T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T10:19:51.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Rice Anyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/15/68655559_a0122bf502.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/15/68655559_a0122bf502.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/9/68651534_3f001d25d8.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/9/68651534_3f001d25d8.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/6/68651446_98ca7bb1bf.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/6/68651446_98ca7bb1bf.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yum Yum... everytime I go to U-Village at Sungai Wang, never fail to order my fav Pumpkin Rice. The portion is very big and also come with two pieces of pork and egg and sprinkle with some pumpkin sause... delicious...I lovin it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14693417-113340359167417335?l=keithys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/feeds/113340359167417335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14693417&amp;postID=113340359167417335' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113340359167417335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113340359167417335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/2005/12/pumpkin-rice-anyone.html' title='Pumpkin Rice Anyone'/><author><name>HushNow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03802512864555260293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02617126490958968920'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14693417.post-113323591503473123</id><published>2005-11-29T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T11:47:56.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sans Francisco SUCK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/26/67940372_3d726ea210.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/67940372_3d726ea210.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/29/67940860_61e1322d67.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/29/67940860_61e1322d67.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/28/67940981_662a876113.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/28/67940981_662a876113.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was celebrating HaHa birthday at Sans Francisco KLCC and it was a big dissapointment. First was Victoria Station and now Sans Francisco. The food is terrible and the portion is soo not worth it. the only thing i like is the decoration of the place and that it. Even the waiter SUCK. Well, I used to think why people advertise food so nice but taste suck in reality. Now i know why, look at the picture below, does it look tempting?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14693417-113323591503473123?l=keithys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/feeds/113323591503473123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14693417&amp;postID=113323591503473123' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113323591503473123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113323591503473123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/2005/11/sans-francisco-suck.html' title='Sans Francisco SUCK!!!'/><author><name>HushNow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03802512864555260293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02617126490958968920'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14693417.post-113307207165966320</id><published>2005-11-27T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T14:18:00.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MA MA MIA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/keith_ys/mia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/keith_ys/mia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was hanging out at Sungai Wang yesterday and saw a bunch of people wearing costume of their fav Anime. Wanted to ask if i can take their picture but sadly, most of them change back to their original human outfit oledi and some are too cocky to even bother me. However, Mia (pic) was kind enuf to walk up to me and give me her best shot. Muahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14693417-113307207165966320?l=keithys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/feeds/113307207165966320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14693417&amp;postID=113307207165966320' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113307207165966320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113307207165966320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/2005/11/ma-ma-mia.html' title='MA MA MIA!!!'/><author><name>HushNow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03802512864555260293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02617126490958968920'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14693417.post-113267497590114776</id><published>2005-11-23T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T11:37:23.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>W.O.R.S.T guy talk I've ever heard</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;"That girl is H.O.T" is the normal typical line that you will only hear if you travel with a pack of male friends. What else is there... Lemme give you the top 10 guy talk when it come to girls. &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;    10. &lt;/o:p&gt;Bra      line... More exciting if it is transparent or black bra in white tee&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;9. Short skirt... Ally Mcbeal Wannabe&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;8. “Oooo Baby”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;7. Guy thing for girl in white tee and getting her wet&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;6. "Why can't that be my girlfriend" – Like he need to ask!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;5. No Bra... no matter what size the boobs are, no bra means 10 points&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;4. "Long Kang"... these people suffer from a dramatic childhood trauma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;3. Bending down... eventually the eye roll with it&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;2. Pamela Anderson wannabe... Like you need to ask!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;1. *Sensor* ... this blog is 18SX &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I never quite understand these creatures but I do know why guy invented "Talk Cock" session. However, having said all that, there was this incident where I met with this guy and he told me something that is so pervert that I wish I had a pen to stick up his sorry guccimama ass and burn that muthafucker alive. This is what happened. We were having Starbuck this one evening and happen that there was this lady sitting opposite of us. The lady did have a big boobs and wears something very very very very low cut and then my pervert friend start:&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Him: OMG... did you see how big her boob is&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: Let me introduce you... a FREAK show&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Him: You know what...&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: MY GOD...here he goes...&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Him: I wanna walk up to her and pretend I was on the phone and then accidentally drop my phone in her long-kang and then take it back.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: Somebody kill me please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The End... P.E.R.I.O.D and I rest my case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14693417-113267497590114776?l=keithys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/feeds/113267497590114776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14693417&amp;postID=113267497590114776' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113267497590114776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113267497590114776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/2005/11/worst-guy-talk-ive-ever-heard.html' title='W.O.R.S.T guy talk I&apos;ve ever heard'/><author><name>HushNow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03802512864555260293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02617126490958968920'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14693417.post-113211190565169644</id><published>2005-11-16T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T11:31:45.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat people &amp; Non-Fat people</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I guess being fat, there comes a time when you get lots of critics from non-fat people. Seriously, I live my life being fat and most of the time I felt that people get irritate by my present... like I took up their space on earth. Being fat, it is either you got bully or GOT BULLY by other people. For me, I find that most of the non-fat people are irritating the most. Not only they tease you or say something hurtful, they exclude when there is any event but call you and treat u like their some-what best friend because they need your help to carry stuff simply because I am fat. Although I took some space on earth, I stand there quitely, why can't the non-fat people do the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I find rather funny, because I used to slim down for good, but then I'm still consider in the F.A.T category. Imagine me from size 40 pants to 28 and I'm still the famous FAT asshole everyone knows. Anyway, I'm back being fat again; I guess I can't get away from all the delicious food in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. However, just entered gym recently to maintain and cut down some fat. Been a week now since I joined and I guess that I have loose some weight plus a huge blister below my feet. Didn't notice the blister before until yesterday, the blister broke and water keep running out and it pain like hell. I find it is interesting because the blister is like quarter of my feet and I saw a white layer below my skin and I go tangan gatal and cut all the skin out. It was fun at first until the next morning, I couldn't walk at all and the pain, somebody just take a gun and kill me right now. This is called chi kei loh suih, sendiri cari pasal, or serves me right. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14693417-113211190565169644?l=keithys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/feeds/113211190565169644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14693417&amp;postID=113211190565169644' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113211190565169644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14693417/posts/default/113211190565169644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithys.blogspot.com/2005/11/fat-people-non-fat-people.html' title='Fat people &amp; Non-Fat people'/><author><name>HushNow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03802512864555260293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02617126490958968920'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry></feed>