<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:28:14.439Z</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Movie Review'/><category term='Reviews'/><category term='Five Facts'/><category term='LRF'/><category term='TOG'/><category term='Travel and leisure'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Education'/><category term='Parodies'/><category term='Football thoughts'/><title type='text'>ice-shaun</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>336</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-6940198413936418585</id><published>2011-02-08T21:28:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-08T21:42:44.161Z</updated><title type='text'>Solidarity</title><content type='html'>I dare say that this is the first time that I have got time much alone time to myself in my life. Never had I got this before. Previously, this is exactly what I wished for and now I have it - so much of it. Too much of it actually that it is slowly killing me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begin each day... curled in my bed... unable to get out of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMAG0066" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5213/5384270002_23e840be5a.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Only with the desperation of hunger am I able to get out of my bed... scurrying to find any food to fill me up. Once I have satisfied my hunger, I wonder to myself - just what am I to do now. Just what exactly is my purpose for getting myself into this situation. As my mind wanders off, I find myself lying on my bed again...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMAG0065" height="333" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5215/5383666043_3afa1c97f7.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sigh, many days have passed like this one. I am one with no aim and purpose. No reason nor destiny. Just a walking corpse, slowly aging and rotting away. Ignorant of the world and insignificant in their eyes, I shall await my end that draw nears every second...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMAG0067" height="333" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5218/5383664907_424e42d2b0.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ask is that this pain, this suffering be brought away from me as swiftly as possible. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note : These pictures were taken from the British Museum. There was no intention in offending anyone (in the past, present or future) in the use of these pictures. If you are able, please visit the British Museum as it houses many artifacts and relics from around the world. And cause it's free to enter. And you can take as many pictures as you want!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-6940198413936418585?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/6940198413936418585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=6940198413936418585&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/6940198413936418585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/6940198413936418585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2011/02/solidarity.html' title='Solidarity'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5213/5384270002_23e840be5a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-7340867416580847686</id><published>2011-02-08T21:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-08T21:08:23.655Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Between the two genders 2 - I kissed a girl</title><content type='html'>So I finally settled with this name for this series. Pretty corny, I know but let's move on to the main point that I want to get to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Youtube that day (I pretty much do it everyday cos I am that free) and I came across a show that I really enjoy. If you haven't watched it before it's the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/sxephil?feature=chclk"&gt;PhillipdeFranco show&lt;/a&gt; and he's a pretty interesting person that talks about the current news and gossips. In one of the episodes, he mentioned about a research that was conducted in one of the universities, presumably by people who just have too much time in their hands. That research concluded that if you're a guy and your girlfriend kisses another girl, you won't be as angry compared to if she kissed another guy. Of course I assume this was given the assumption that she still wants to be with you. And apparently it also holds for women as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point I was thinking, yea, that's true. If I had a girlfriend that went and kissed another girl, I won't be that pissed - hell, I might not even be pissed at all. But obviously if she kissed another guy, I'll just turn into the Hulk and do something violent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/TVGtI3BDCAI/AAAAAAAAA8c/h6PJBmof-iw/s1600/hulk-7.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/TVGtI3BDCAI/AAAAAAAAA8c/h6PJBmof-iw/s320/hulk-7.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Imagine something violent here.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I actually might just run to a corner and cry, but that's besides that point. I'm left to wonder why does it trigger such a different reaction. Well, the argument is that she kissed another girl - so there probably won't be anything that would come out of it. It was really just a one off thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another argument would be that when two person do something it's fine (like groping?) but when you through in two different genders then you would get some problems (or a new life). It may be true but I feel that kissing cannot be compared to groping or tickling because it's a strong sign of affection. But perhaps I'm just being conservative and everyone should be allowed to kiss (or french kiss) friends as common as they hug each other. I'm actually alright with that if it were to happen. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the fact still stands, which is that she kissed someone,  be it guy or girl, out of the relationship when she was supposedly  committed to be exclusive to one person. So technically, if she kissed a  girl or a boy, there really shouldn't be any difference in my reaction.  But clearly that is not what is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I really can't say I would know how a girl would react when her boyfriend kisses another guy. I could try kissing a guy but that would probably freak me out more than her finding out. It is probably almost as bad as kissing an old lady. That I really cannot and hope not to do ever in my life. *Keeping my fingers crossed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-7340867416580847686?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/7340867416580847686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=7340867416580847686&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/7340867416580847686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/7340867416580847686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2011/02/between-two-genders-2-i-kissed-girl.html' title='Between the two genders 2 - I kissed a girl'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/TVGtI3BDCAI/AAAAAAAAA8c/h6PJBmof-iw/s72-c/hulk-7.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-5987861241555974917</id><published>2011-01-28T21:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-28T21:09:14.498Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day 2011</title><content type='html'>So, Valentine's Day is fast approaching and people around the world are quickly preparing for it already. Or at the very least, getting into the mood of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/TUMuxHpQg3I/AAAAAAAAA8U/avC4Qj0TKA8/s1600/Twitter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/TUMuxHpQg3I/AAAAAAAAA8U/avC4Qj0TKA8/s1600/Twitter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is Twitter's Trending Topics for today, yes TODAY - for almost a whole day, people all around the world have been twitting about #agoodboyfriend. As I browse through some of them, there were several mentions of how people are getting into the mood of Valentine's, hence that's where I got the idea from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny though that there is absolutely no mention of #agoodgirlfriend. Perhaps they don't exist? Or maybe it's because guys have much better ways to spend their time (like work) rather than twitting about how their dream/current partners should be or are. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I know it's early but have a great Valentine's Day - whether you're single or not, have a good one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-5987861241555974917?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/5987861241555974917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=5987861241555974917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/5987861241555974917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/5987861241555974917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-valentines-day-2011.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day 2011'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/TUMuxHpQg3I/AAAAAAAAA8U/avC4Qj0TKA8/s72-c/Twitter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-7634058953381360107</id><published>2011-01-27T21:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-27T22:04:08.540Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year 2011</title><content type='html'>Saw this being posted by some friends on facebook. Once again, another great commercial for CNY. This really amazes me as every year, there would be at least one great commercial that would either humor or touch our hearts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I would want to make mine happy too. But not year I guess... some time soon I hope. This year would mark the fifth year that I could not share a CNY dinner with my family. I hope to end that streak real soon and share a meal with my loved ones... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MefB0wweAKI" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-7634058953381360107?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/7634058953381360107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=7634058953381360107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/7634058953381360107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/7634058953381360107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-chinese-new-year-2011.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year 2011'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MefB0wweAKI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-7572164550147976568</id><published>2011-01-25T00:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-25T00:58:40.545Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Black Swan Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/TT4ZHYNp4AI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/2sO_DNublfU/s1600/black-swan-movie-poster-1020671887.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/TT4ZHYNp4AI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/2sO_DNublfU/s320/black-swan-movie-poster-1020671887.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Having gained numerous good reviews and being anticipated to do well at the next Academy Awards and Oscars, this movie was at the top of my list to watch. I of course, did not hear in detail what the movie was about - I just heard it was good. That's it. Needless to say, at the end of the movie I was completely freaked out. The fact that this was a psychological horror film took me by surprise as I was expecting something else completely. I was expecting this was a ballet theme movie induced with some drama and a hint of lesbian action. It was not as I would expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is a dark portrayal of a girl (Nina) swarm by the pressure and anxiety of being the lead dancer in a play that she is involved in. She manages to get the leading role but finds difficulty in it as the lead dancer would have to portray both a White Swan and a Black Swan, basically two very conflicting parts. Nina does the White Swan effortlessly but is unable to be the Black Swan due to her personality and her inability to 'let herself loose', In comes Lily who could portray the Black Swan amazingly. Feeling that her position was being threatened by Lily, Nina succumbs to the pressure and finds a dark side within her. Coincidentally she starts seeing a 'Black Swan' version of herself, a much darker side that haunts her and causes her to hurt herself. But because of this new side of her, she manages to pull off the most amazing performance as both the White Swan and the Black Swan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so that was a little about the movie. Now on to other parts. Natalie Portman was spectacular. She completely show a side that I have never seen before. Her ability to really capture the emotions of Nina really got to me. I have absolutely no surprise to why so many critics have said that her acting here was worthy of an award. However, I would give more credit to the director (Darren Aronofsky). He was able to bring this movie to the audience in a very different way. It was extremely graphic and gross but it was very engaging to watch. For me, it was really interesting to see conflicts between the White and Black Swan in the play and the conflict between Nina and her dark side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to keep this review short as trying to recall the movie still freaks me out. There were some scenes in there that just reminded me of Japanese horror films where you can see a scary-ass girl everywhere or in every dark corner or right after you look away from a mirror and look back. So yes, watch it please. It is a good movie but be warned - it is a horror movie. Very graphic and gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Part of the Movie - Definitely the romance scenes between Natalie Portman and Mila Kunis.When Mila was touching Natalie in the cab. Or when Mila went down on Natalie and Nat's face was all orgasmic and there were screams... OMG Those parts were the only parts that I wish were more graphic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-7572164550147976568?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/7572164550147976568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=7572164550147976568&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/7572164550147976568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/7572164550147976568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2011/01/black-swan-review.html' title='Black Swan Review'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/TT4ZHYNp4AI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/2sO_DNublfU/s72-c/black-swan-movie-poster-1020671887.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-5040376195878243240</id><published>2011-01-21T18:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-08T21:09:23.939Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Between the two genders - Of Men... and the opposite kind.</title><content type='html'>Right, so recently I started reading a book called &lt;b&gt;'Why men want sex and women need love" by Allan &amp;amp; Barbara Pease&lt;/b&gt;. So far most of what they say (the more interesting parts at least) seem true to me. So I would recommend anyone to get it and read it. It is a really good book - it brings out the truth about relationships in a way that you can really understand and relate to, with a good amount of humour inserted as well. I haven't really completed the book yet, but it really got me thinking about relationships in general and I decided to express some of my thoughts about it here. Note that some part of the discussion is from the book (in Italic) but mostly it would be my opinions and that doesn't really reflect what the book is about. So don't get turned off from reading the book if you don't agree with what I'm saying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;One part of the book mentions that men are more of the visual type of person. They tend to see judge women based of what they see. While women judge men based on what they can recall about them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely agree with the book. I mean, I'm a guy and for me it's all about the visual part that really brings out the attraction in a woman. Yes, there is the whole part where being able to have a good conversation and connect, but the first attraction really comes from the visual department. For me, when I do see a hot pretty girl across the room, from what I see - if I do like what I see, I can pass judgment already on whether I would be in a relationship with her. Does this sound familiar? Love at first sight perhaps? For men, sight is mostly what drives the first attraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/TTnLJ27x39I/AAAAAAAAA8E/CDH4BbVuQ1E/s1600/%255Bwallcoo%255D_matsugane_yoko_13lb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/TTnLJ27x39I/AAAAAAAAA8E/CDH4BbVuQ1E/s320/%255Bwallcoo%255D_matsugane_yoko_13lb.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/TTnLKZqXFlI/AAAAAAAAA8I/SiGsMaro7Ow/s1600/218537678.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/TTnLKZqXFlI/AAAAAAAAA8I/SiGsMaro7Ow/s320/218537678.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/TTnLLFFvHcI/AAAAAAAAA8M/qeFmanidqE0/s1600/2435526748_03ea197c76.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/TTnLLFFvHcI/AAAAAAAAA8M/qeFmanidqE0/s320/2435526748_03ea197c76.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;See anything you like? Haha these pictures are just to prove my point (or for my viewing pleasure). Now moving on to women.&amp;nbsp; And no, I won't be putting any pictures of hot topless guys. You girls probably have a tonne of those stored in your hard drive or are being hung as posters on the walls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman would recall things then pass judgment on whether she would be in a relationship with a guy. Many questions would be asked in her head:&lt;br /&gt;"What did he say? What did he do? How did he look like? How did I feel when he said/did those things? "&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;She would go through a much more complex process of thought as compared to a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would just ask... &lt;br /&gt;"Is she hot/pretty? Is she both hot and pretty? Nice... hehe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, two different ways of thinking before getting into a relationship. But that's understandable right? because men and women are definitely very different in the first place. Yes that's true but then a 'problem' arises from the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl and a guy gets together. A relationship blossoms and they're both really happy. Good. But at the start of the relationship we have to take into account two things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;He just saw her. Thought she was hot. And so he would get into a relationship with her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She recalled many things about him before getting into that relationship. Meaning there must have been enough interactions for her to recall that many things. Also, she really gave it a good thought on his personality, behavior and other aspect before committing. So not only did she gave it some time before committing, she thought it out thoroughly as well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So the relationship starts, then the problem arises. The guy, who only got together based on what he saw, start to get to know the girl better and finds out more about the girl. But then he realizes that he can't really stand her personality, habit or other areas that he didn't really know about prior to the relationship.&amp;nbsp; Hence, he ends the relationship. The girl is left there, feeling hurt wondering what went wrong. Her feelings really get hurt because she really put in a lot of effort into making sure this was the right guy before committing to him. Then he leaves her for no real reason (or if he's honest enough, because he doesn't really like her habits/personality).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this scenario has happened often. So often that many girls have the mentality that guys are jerks in relationships. And they spread it to other girls as well. So that's the problem. Now I'm not offering an explanation to why some guys are jerks. Though I must admit that it would be convenient for a Player to say that the reason he's hopping around so many girls (and breaking their hearts) is because he's genetically structured that way. I'm just opening up the fact that there are different views between men and women and a possible scenario that it may cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must say that this scenario is getting less frequent around me. Perhaps it is because of the culture here or because the people at my age tends to start settling down. Either way, it's good to see less people getting hurt from relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - I would be making this a sort of series as I feel I have loads of thoughts as I read through the book. And also to address the issue in the previous few posts, I still do not know how guys can pretend to have an orgasm especially in an oral sex scenarios. Perhaps they have a packet of mayonnaise ready as a substitute? I really don't know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-5040376195878243240?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/5040376195878243240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=5040376195878243240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/5040376195878243240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/5040376195878243240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2011/01/of-men-and-opposite-kind.html' title='Between the two genders - Of Men... and the opposite kind.'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/TTnLJ27x39I/AAAAAAAAA8E/CDH4BbVuQ1E/s72-c/%255Bwallcoo%255D_matsugane_yoko_13lb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-1477179602854596089</id><published>2011-01-06T03:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-06T03:29:12.058Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wallpapersmovie.com/images/wallpapers/The-Chronicles-of-Narnia-Voyage-of-the-Dawn-Treader-2-500913.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://www.wallpapersmovie.com/images/wallpapers/The-Chronicles-of-Narnia-Voyage-of-the-Dawn-Treader-2-500913.jpeg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, just spent a good 5 minutes looking for a picture with a big lion's head in it. Here we are. So, I watched this movie a couple of weeks back. I had to admit that it have been ages since I last read the book or watched the first two movies, so my memory needed some refreshing. Despite all that though, I found this movie to be pretty darn enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the casts are pretty much the same from the past movies. Except that this time the two elder ones (can't really remember their names) do not join in the fun and it is up to Lucy and Edward to take charge. Unlike the other two, this time Narnia isn't really in any harm. Instead they set sail on apparently the best boat in Narnia to seek out 7 people who were loyal followers of King Caspian's father. Then they run into an even deeper plot where they had to battle it out with some evil entity that exist in a form of green smoke. They win of course and at the end, Aslan (the lion) appears and gets the honour of the final speech despite not doing much throughout the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The graphics were amazing. There were enough vibrant colours to make the screen come alive. It was truly an enjoyment for the eyes. I also really liked it that the movie did not seem draggy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, downside... cliche storyline and ending. There was no moment of suspense as I knew for sure that they will all survive and be happy ever after. Also, no eye candy. No casts in there were even close to being half as hot as the likes of Megan Fox or Jess Alba (pre pregnancy or post pregnancy, whichever you fancy). Thankfully King Caspian was there to save my eyes. But coming back to the storyline, I didn't really expect much from as it was based on a kid's book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall I would recommend watching this movie if you're already a fan of the Narnia Chronicles. If you're looking for a romance or comedy or action. Looking somewhere else, this movie lacks in all those areas. But if you're looking for some light viewing that offers great visuals, then this is a movie for you. Or if you're stuck babysitting a kid, then this would be suitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Part of the Movie : When Reepicheep crossed over to Aslan's country, never to return again. So... sad. I'll miss that mouse. I think the mouse going to that country translates to going to heaven - that explains the sadness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-1477179602854596089?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/1477179602854596089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=1477179602854596089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/1477179602854596089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/1477179602854596089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2011/01/chronicles-of-narnia-voyage-of-dawn.html' title='The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader Review'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-5825366078603553600</id><published>2011-01-06T03:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-06T03:31:34.805Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2011</title><content type='html'>It is a new year! And from what I have been reading via facebook and twitter, many people have been setting new resolutions/goals for them to achieve. I haven't done mine yet actually, haha but I do want to make some changes to this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is that I do hope that I will spend more time on this beloved place that I can write anything I want to write about. Second is that I will not be putting any more updates on myself here. This blog will be exclusively packed with all my other thoughts or random events that have happened. I'll keep how I feel and what I'm thinking to another source. Finally, I'll try my best to write more reviews on the movies and books that I have been indulging myself in lately. That's all the changes for me so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure many people had a wonder time celebrating the new year with either their family or friends. I spent mine in a bar, gulping down my most favourite beer in the world. Guinness. Love it so much and of course it is nice to find others who do share my enjoyment for the stout. Several random facts about Guinness :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Arther Guinness is a genius.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guinness is actually not black in colour. It is ruby red under a source of light.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is utterly imperative that the foam settles on the top of the stout before serving.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The logo on the Guinness pint glass is actually an indicator of when you should stop pouring to let the foam settle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;On the day itself, there was a parade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMAG0092" height="333" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5127/5328486621_6b4c925b0a.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMAG0093" height="333" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5208/5329098310_3aa0937830.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually my first time seeing this parade, it then hit me that I have not actually been in London for the past few new years. But like any other parade, I got bored after 10 minutes or so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMAG0095" height="333" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5205/5328489421_173acda97e.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Saw this in the tube. This is so... cool. It is like a freaking screen rotating portable laptop. It's like an Ipad, but with a real keyboard. The rotating process looks awesome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And finally, a picture of what I've been up to for the past few days... roaming around London via public transportations, shopping but not really buying anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5290/5329101054_551ba074a2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt="IMAG0097" border="0" height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5290/5329101054_551ba074a2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;That's not me but that's how it was for me too. Waiting for the tube to come...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways, Happy 2011 to anyone who still reads this! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-5825366078603553600?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/5825366078603553600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=5825366078603553600&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/5825366078603553600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/5825366078603553600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-2011.html' title='Happy 2011'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5127/5328486621_6b4c925b0a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-1823094961166675040</id><published>2010-11-14T20:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-14T20:27:54.387Z</updated><title type='text'>How do they do it??</title><content type='html'>http://www.mnn.com/lifestyle/health-well-being/stories/study-men-fake-orgasm-too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you actually fake an orgasm (for a guy)???? I'm bewildered. There must be a hidden technique involving mayonnaise... I shall find out and share it here... stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-1823094961166675040?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/1823094961166675040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=1823094961166675040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/1823094961166675040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/1823094961166675040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-do-they-do-it.html' title='How do they do it??'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-5083308977065258893</id><published>2010-11-06T17:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-06T17:40:53.721Z</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>What happened yesterday really tired me out. I can feel pain all over my body, especially in one particular part. My left hand. My fingers burnt and ached through the tough exercise it had to endure yesterday. To be perfectly honest, it was a simple motion but it had to be repeated over and over again. Though I felt immense fatigue from my left hand, I had to continue to the end. Right to the end where I finally reached my limit. But it was worth it. It was like I was building it up with my left hand till I reached the climax -&amp;nbsp; the ultimate ending. And it was amazing. So great to reach my all time highest score for bowling - 143! Haha, what an amazing day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-5083308977065258893?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/5083308977065258893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=5083308977065258893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/5083308977065258893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/5083308977065258893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2010/11/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-2304101030934769884</id><published>2010-10-30T18:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T18:43:37.778+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Now</title><content type='html'>More than a month since my last update! Gasp - I seem to have a problem keeping this blog up nowadays despite the fact that I should be extremely free at the moment. I am actually. On the night that everyone should be out partying in costumes with a subtle hint of obscenity, I am actually stuck here in my room - supposedly to prepare for upcoming interviews. I really hope I do pass the next few interviews, it would make my life so so soo much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I'm talking about my room, I might as well talk about the people I've met here so far. You see, the place that I'm currently residing in is more like a hall than anything else, we share the kitchen and the toilets so the chances of meeting my neighbors are pretty high. Which is not a problem at all seeing as the person living across is absolutely smoking hot and from yesterday's experience, she has a load of smoking hot friends as well. Another person that I have just met today is pretty cool. He seem to be very career motivated and has, fortunately, heard of actuaries before. He seems to be the perfect chap to share a pint with on days that I feel like drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which then brings me to drinking. Sigh, I have a feeling that my body is slowly telling me that it cannot actually take in all the alcohol that I seem to be giving to it. I seem to be having a lot of health related problems lately but it all went away the moment I stopped drinking for a while. That, and the fast food as well. I recently concluded that my body is in fact allergic to fast food - so no more McD's, BK or KFC for me. Sigh, that's a waste. And I have to temporarily stop drinking as well, until of course - the trip to Belgium. The land of many beers and nothing much else. What did I hear? Chocolates? Nah, not a fan at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Belgium, that would be my second trip there. Another realization I had was that by next year, I would have visited most of the European places twice. Twice to Munich, Salzburg, Brussels, Rome and Santorini. Interesting - I'm hoping to add Amsterdam to that list really soon. Hehehe Many people go there to 'rediscover' their life in the form of weed and mushrooms. I intend to do that... again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of rediscovering life, I have just started reading the book 'Eat Pray Love' and all I can say is.... it is really interesting. Yes, I admit that most of the quotes behind the book mentioned that it is a must read for women but I think it's somewhat related to guys as well. Except perhaps for the parts on her wanting to hook up with an Italian dude or her sexual escapades with another guy while trying to wrap up her divorce with her husband. The book, in a nutshell, is about a woman discovering herself while traveling to Italy, India and Indonesia. She made it sound so interesting and so worthwhile that I want to do it myself. Well, I may not have a year and the funds to do it so I might just pick one place and stay there for a while. But I can only plan it out once I've settled my job/ future job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me back to the first part of what I was talking about - job applications. Well, better head back to preparing for my interview. Who knows, perhaps in the near future, I'll be planning a trip to rediscover myself. When that happens, I'll be sure to blog about it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-2304101030934769884?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/2304101030934769884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=2304101030934769884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/2304101030934769884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/2304101030934769884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2010/10/right-now.html' title='Right Now'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-8259352424180067833</id><published>2010-09-23T21:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T21:12:05.925+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Katy Pery and Elmo?</title><content type='html'>This is new... hahaha - Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tG1Szox4iNU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tG1Szox4iNU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-8259352424180067833?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/8259352424180067833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=8259352424180067833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/8259352424180067833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/8259352424180067833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2010/09/katy-pery-and-elmo.html' title='Katy Pery and Elmo?'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-6522149046032381866</id><published>2010-09-23T18:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T18:35:53.237+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Shopaholic Review</title><content type='html'>I have just completed the book last night. Recalling back to the time when I first bought it, it was a really thin book and honestly I was slightly disappointed. Nevertheless I started reading it about 2 days ago. Now, if you have read the other shopaholic books, you would have spotted a very obvious trend by now. It starts of all normal, Becky has a perfect like with some perfect future plan. Then everything goes upside down. Everything starts to get messy and it would have been mostly her fault. Yes, no one else but her. Not her perfect husband Luke of course. Then she manages to fix it and there you have it - the perfect ending!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is book is no different to the cliche of a story that has dragged on for several books. And looking at the thickness of the book, I was convinced at first that Sophie rushed this one. So my expectations were pretty low for this book. Mind you I didn't even finish her previous work - Twenties Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, Becky returns with her daughter, Minnie. To make it short and simple, the book tells of how Becky struggles to handle Minnie's somewhat spoiled behaviour while trying her best to organise a surprise birthday party for her husband Luke. And yes, we have a cliche happy ending where Luke really gets a surprise, a big one actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book got off to a slow start. I found myself trying my best to flipped the pages at first. Don't get me wrong, there were some pretty funny occasions but having read several chick lits before, it would take much more to get me laughing. But as the story moved on, Sophie managed to slip in some pretty hilarious scenarios that got me giggling on my bed. I mean, the part where Becky was practically stuffing her mouth with carrots and she got caught was utterly brilliant. I'm even laughing now as I am writing this. Oh and then there's the other scene where Becky and Luke are in the hotel and Becky needed to get him out of the hotel quickly to head to the surprise party. But Luke wanted to make love. So Becky suggested that they did it really quickly cos she read that it would increase the chances of getting a boy (yes she wants another child). Hahaha, I quoted "No foreplay. Just... boom"&lt;br /&gt;Haha, that reminded me a little of the ex Miss Singapore - The Boomz Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book also brought in a new character - Minnie, I personally liked her. All the troubles that she can cause. Well, overall - I was pleasantly surprised with the book. After reading so much about Becky, Sophie Kinsella can still find a way to make this wonderful character so funny and exciting. Oh and I was blown away with the surprise at the end as well. The book is short, yes - but sweet as well. I especially liked the ending - where it left me wondering about the endless possibilities on what would happen in the next book. So I would recommend this book - get it and read it! It wouldn't take up much time and I'd say that you'll definitely get a good laugh or two from it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-6522149046032381866?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/6522149046032381866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=6522149046032381866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/6522149046032381866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/6522149046032381866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2010/09/mini-shopaholic-review.html' title='Mini Shopaholic Review'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-4878402925001330803</id><published>2010-09-20T22:57:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T23:08:41.387+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple</title><content type='html'>Recently in London, the largest apple store in the WORLD was opened. When I heard about it, I rushed to the store and I had to admit - it was certainly the largest store that I have ever seen. There were so many apples there! Literally hundreds of types of apples were there, all on display. They came in different shapes, sizes and colours. It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking to one of the staff there, I asked him if it was truly the largest store in the world? He said without hesitation, YES! Then I asked him again... Where did all of these apples come from? And he actually took out a picture for me to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/TJfZxhLiuqI/AAAAAAAAA7c/_P7WqKrgmTk/s1600/AppleOrchard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/TJfZxhLiuqI/AAAAAAAAA7c/_P7WqKrgmTk/s400/AppleOrchard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519119313109432994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was so amazed with the picture.... wow, so many apples...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he answered my question, most of these products came from China though the company it actually based in the US. I thanked him for his hospitality and went on a tour around the store...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/TJfaSHiihLI/AAAAAAAAA7k/_Lhf0JU24HM/s1600/Apple_Store_Covent_Garden_580px.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/TJfaSHiihLI/AAAAAAAAA7k/_Lhf0JU24HM/s400/Apple_Store_Covent_Garden_580px.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519119873162249394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/TJfaX5VNZAI/AAAAAAAAA7s/Gxe0LZGuSYY/s1600/Glass-spiral-stairs-London-Apple-Store-Covent-Garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/TJfaX5VNZAI/AAAAAAAAA7s/Gxe0LZGuSYY/s400/Glass-spiral-stairs-London-Apple-Store-Covent-Garden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519119972427457538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/TJfafWdEkgI/AAAAAAAAA70/zS9n4t2JI58/s1600/apple-store-coventgarden22-420-90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/TJfafWdEkgI/AAAAAAAAA70/zS9n4t2JI58/s400/apple-store-coventgarden22-420-90.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519120100504146434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Currently the largest Apple store is in Covent Garden, London. I was there a couple of weeks back and it was a really pleasant experience. Tried out most of the gadgets there and I must say that I am extremely impressed with the iphone4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who's thinking of changing phones... well - I would personally recommend the iphone4... no doubt about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-4878402925001330803?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/4878402925001330803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=4878402925001330803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/4878402925001330803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/4878402925001330803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2010/09/apple.html' title='Apple'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/TJfZxhLiuqI/AAAAAAAAA7c/_P7WqKrgmTk/s72-c/AppleOrchard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-3399487323880570700</id><published>2010-09-09T23:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T23:58:12.395+01:00</updated><title type='text'>London... again...</title><content type='html'>After a relaxing yet eventful year in Canterbury, I find myself back in London. The vibrant and busy city that I have spent my life meeting wonderful people, growing up and intoxicating myself with weed and alcohol. The plan now? To get a job here and work my ass off just like many have and are doing. My goal is actually to be financially dependent - I would really want that... for now at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days, I have been pondering over many things. I had worries and stress over my future. It took one phone call from my dad - to one person I probably can't live without, to tell me that he believed in me. That was all I need. Those words were enough for me to cast all my doubts away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a long road ahead with tonnes of work to do. Yes, I have spoken to others that have said they have gone through the same as well. Everyone goes through it, I know - so bear with my rants about it at the very least. Oh, and I'm looking for a new place to stay as well, don't want to get to comfortable with this room that I'm bumming in at the moment. Would really want a place of my own and settle down for good soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I have been around London a lot, mostly to view flats. During those viewings, I've met and chatted with several other people who were looking for place. It came across to me that all of them had completely different backgrounds, budgets and reasons for staying. None of them were even the stereotypes - like students or someone who just started work. That's why I said it earlier that London is so vibrant, there's so many different people here for all the different reasons. So amazing - the city is so beautiful. Like how our world is so beautiful... it kind of makes me want to break into a song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/at_f98qOGY0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/at_f98qOGY0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The diversity of it all kept my mind occupied as I moved on to the next flat viewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an achievement for me - I cooked in the flat for the first time! haha, feeling proud now that at least I can feed myself. Obviously I overcooked and couldn't really finish it all but it was my cooking none the less (felt bad that I had to throw out some of the food away). While I was eating, I multitask-ed and surfed the net as well. Came across this website here... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.lovegivesmehope.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing site... it really made me go awww - especially this one here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend died about a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the hospital for kidney problems and he was driving to visit me on a rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police said his car flipped over due to the rain. He died an hour later in the same hospital I stayed at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he died, he told the doctors to give me his kidney. His love GMH (Gives Me Hope).&lt;br /&gt;2010-05-11 09:26 PM by Jennifer P, Los Angeles, CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.... ok, I've been really emotional these days... must be the hormones....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll call it a night - going to bed, going on a day trip to Canterbury tomorrow. Who knows, if the hormones rage enough - I might emotional thinking of the past there... hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-3399487323880570700?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/3399487323880570700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=3399487323880570700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/3399487323880570700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/3399487323880570700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2010/09/london-again.html' title='London... again...'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-6667145738902107812</id><published>2010-09-07T00:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T00:40:08.767+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bye.... for now</title><content type='html'>You know, I never really put much thought into it... But I am actually feeling quite lonely today. I had a list of things to do and that kept me busy for most of the day. But still, the loneliness crept to my heart as memories of the past filled me. It was only a few weeks ago that I was staying in a house with housemates that I have had great times with. It was bout a week ago that one of them left for good, it was a day ago that the other took flight as well. On that same day, another close friend left as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the span of one week, three close friends left, who knows who would leave in the near future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the brightly illuminated room, I paused whatever I was doing and let my mind wander off. Wander down memory lane and recall the events of the past...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said our goodbyes at the house as he left the house. It was a simple 'goodbye' with a wave of a hand and then he was gone. Knowing exactly what time his train would take off, we left the house as well to catch up with him and say a proper last goodbye. We saw him waiting at the station for the train that would reach in a couple of minutes. We said our last goodbye and no more words were exchanged after that. There would only smiles there, hiding the sadness and wishing him hope and luck in his future. As the train doors open, we shook hands and he boarded on. The train took off as we continue to wave our hands... Goodbye Lehong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running out from the heat of the tube station, I was panting and sweating as I reached the exit. He was already waiting there with his luggage. Looking at the time, I had a good couple of minutes to have a chat with him as we walked towards the bus stop. As we waited for the bus to take him to the airport, we spoke of random topics to pass the time. For me, the topics didn't really matter - it was the time spent that was meaningful. Before I knew it, his bus came. I helped load on his luggage. The weight of the bags was nothing compared to my heavy heart that had to see another close friend leave. We shook hands and I wished him all the best and a safe trip. He then turned and went on the bus. I turned around and walked away, only to turn back moments later to see the bus driving off to a distant... Goodbye Saolee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a meal in Terminal 4, we spoke of many things - the past memories, our future plans and the promises we made for the future. There was only joy in our conversations and faces, nothing sad at all. We then headed to the security gate, the place where we would part ways. It was there that all the suppressed sadness came in. We hugged as I wished him farewell. Before he left, I passed on a card to him hoping that it would fill up his time while waiting for his plane. My eyes fixed upon him as he walked off to the security check. He moved on after that and right before entering the departure hall, he stopped. He looked back at me and smiled. I smiled back as we waved goodbye to each other. And then he was gone...  Goodbye Keljin." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, separation is a part of life, a part that I have grown up with all my life. Good bye guys, take care and I'll see you Guuyyssssss next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-6667145738902107812?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/6667145738902107812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=6667145738902107812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/6667145738902107812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/6667145738902107812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2010/09/good-bye-for-now.html' title='Good bye.... for now'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-4653534306306435337</id><published>2010-08-22T17:28:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T17:58:28.554+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another post after packing...</title><content type='html'>So... the thing that I want to talk about are my rambles and complaints for the past few DAYS... I mean in the past few days my mood went from being happy because I am done with my exams and it all went well and all and I was actually looking forward to a nice surfing getaway trip for 5 days to being stressed moody alcoholic who doesn't really appreciate the idea of possible wasting 5 days trying to chill out when I could be trying to solve whatever issues that I may have at the moment. Yes, a freaking long sentence. I. Will. Write. Short. Sentences. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note (cos I'm just not bothered to think about all these stuff at the moment), since yesterday... I bought this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/THFUVEk5biI/AAAAAAAAA60/tlFJ5c8fNgw/s1600/511VCzsu4pL._SS350_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/THFUVEk5biI/AAAAAAAAA60/tlFJ5c8fNgw/s400/511VCzsu4pL._SS350_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508276540233313826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But I haven't been able to find the time to install it! WARGH! stupid packing and all... wait, you don't know what game this is? This is the most epic game ever made! this coming from a person that has never ever played starcraft 12 years ago. A person that has absolutely no exposure to the original game or the expansion pack. Yes, to a complete stranger like me, this game absolutely rocks! with all the well designed graphics, what is there not to love? it is such a joy to the eye... behold..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/THFVzoFs6YI/AAAAAAAAA7E/lKQCbze4zvE/s1600/starcraft-ii-wings-of-liberty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/THFVzoFs6YI/AAAAAAAAA7E/lKQCbze4zvE/s400/starcraft-ii-wings-of-liberty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508278164673849730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/THFWHyWUF_I/AAAAAAAAA7M/L1bKxJYJmu0/s1600/starcraft-ii-terrans-wings-of-liberty-20081215105214230_640w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/THFWHyWUF_I/AAAAAAAAA7M/L1bKxJYJmu0/s400/starcraft-ii-terrans-wings-of-liberty-20081215105214230_640w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508278511025264626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the epic battles! .... If you haven't bought this game - GO GET ONE NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did a ranting post... became a semi review post... sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-4653534306306435337?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/4653534306306435337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=4653534306306435337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/4653534306306435337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/4653534306306435337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2010/08/another-post-after-packing.html' title='Another post after packing...'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/THFUVEk5biI/AAAAAAAAA60/tlFJ5c8fNgw/s72-c/511VCzsu4pL._SS350_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-4257191691653878398</id><published>2010-08-22T15:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T16:02:28.868+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My 320th post...</title><content type='html'>... and the only thing I would say to sum up my life so far is... it is full of hardship, troubles and bad decisions... and yet I still smile, a mask I have been putting on all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The shadow of the day will embrace the world in grey and the sun will set for you..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-4257191691653878398?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/4257191691653878398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=4257191691653878398&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/4257191691653878398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/4257191691653878398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-320th-post.html' title='My 320th post...'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-1000800043989038356</id><published>2010-07-18T23:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T00:13:12.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You Never Let Go</title><content type='html'>More that 2 months since the last post and even that wasn't done by me. Many many things have happened since the last post. All the events seemed like a mighty torrent that just gushed me to wherever it desires. I have to admit that at some times I lost my footing and just didn't know where I was or what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I breathed a long sigh as I saw here in my room. Today was a good day. I went to church after a long period. And this time - I wasn't that late. Well, not as late as usual at least. I managed to make it in time to sing praises to the Lord. The past few weeks were filled with emotions and stress - both good and bad. There were so many things on my mind, things there were only known to those closer to me. Every second they would run through my mind, over and over like a broken record. I didn't know what to do. I had to do something - I just didn't know what. The fact that I wasn't doing anything just increased the anxiety. I asked myself many questions : Is this all worth it? Why bother anymore? Honestly, I was never really good with anxiety. It deprived me of sleep and dulls my personality. What's left would be an empty shell, moving day by day to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sought peace for my heart in church. It wasn't until the speaker mentioned these verses that I found a surge of peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 10 : 38 - 42 reads,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25394"&gt;38&lt;/sup&gt;As Jesus and his  disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named  Martha opened her home to him. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25395"&gt;39&lt;/sup&gt;She  had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord's feet listening to what  he said. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25396"&gt;40&lt;/sup&gt;But Martha was  distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him  and asked, "Lord, don't you care that my sister has left me to do the  work by myself? Tell her to help me!" &lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25397"&gt;41&lt;/sup&gt;"Martha, Martha," the Lord answered, "you are  worried and upset about many things, &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25398"&gt;42&lt;/sup&gt;but only one thing is needed. Mary has chosen what is better, and  it will not be taken away from her."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Admittedly I lost my focus. The many things that kept on running through my head disappeared at that instant as I focused only on one thing - God. At that moment, I found peace. I sat there with a smile on my face, looking at the speaker. I knew it wasn't actually him who was talking to me, it was Someone else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know how many people still reads this - but I want to give a shout out to some people. Let everything out - I'll update this from time to time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wen - Thank you for sharing part of your life with me. You are a strong girl. I hope we get to spend much more time in the future together. I will keep to my word on the things I have promised you, without a doubt I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;LH - You honestly piss me off without even putting in any effort. Sometimes the things you say makes no sense at all to me. But no matter how angry I am at you, we still can talk sensibly the next minute. When the time calls for it, you are dependable. I do enjoy the moments we have talking about our futures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;KJ - You are the only person I know who puts so much effort, attention and importance to friendship. If I could, I would officially announce that your name means friendship in some language. I enjoy the discussions we have and of course, the full transparency. Good luck with the jogging in the future, exercise partner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;KV - You live in your own world, and you're happy in that world of yours. Through all the mocking and bullying, I do have to admit that it would be quite lonely without you. Amidst all your 'flaws', your planning skills are pretty impressive. I shall stop here to avoid anymore bashing of you from the others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;MY - I wish you all the best and happiness in the future. We're not an talking terms at the moment. Perhaps that is best for now. Given enough time, I hope we could rediscover that friendship we once had.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;HL - You are one of the most wacky, impulsive and head strong girl I have met. With you, I have had tonnes of fun. Under all that craziness, you have a sensible mind. That's probably one of the best points about you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;EV - You have an indescribable love for everything branded and expensive. No matter how ridiculous some things may look or be priced at, you love and have a huge knowledge about them. But beyond I see a smart girl and a true friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;SL - We've known each other for years now. You're probably the one person I feel that I have absolutely no complaints about. I do like you as a friend and I look forward to staying with you in the near future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;ZH - Dude in monkeyland. You come up with the more random nicknames sometime. Whenever I'm back, you'll be one of the first people I would meet. I'd probably hang out a lot with you as well. Let's have more fun in the future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;WK - I'm sorry but whenever you are the topic of conversation, the whole group would just burst into laughter. Without you, life would be so dull. That aside, you are outgoing and have an affinity to drink alcohol really quickly. Let's have another drinking session soon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;CCV - We definitely need to go clubbing together soon. I had fun the last time so we need to do it again. I'm sure you will do well whichever country you work in. Keep in touch man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;C2 - No matter how long since we last spoke or met, when we do see each other, it is always like we just met the day before. We have known each other since we were 7 and that is a freaking long time. I see your posing skills have improved from the FB pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;JL - Soon to be Dr. Yeo. I do hope Warwick is treating you well. Yes, I know I should pay a visit to Coventry soon. Hope you stay as lame as you always have been.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Feels kind of good to let somethings out - the emo level drops significantly after that... Now... should I press the publish button? Ah... why not...&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/17070512-1000800043989038356?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/1000800043989038356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=1000800043989038356&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/1000800043989038356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/1000800043989038356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-never-let-go.html' title='You Never Let Go'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-2798278365230732590</id><published>2010-04-09T11:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T12:25:12.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First attempt to revive this already-whithering "blog" considering that the previous update was about a month old. It seems my thoughts aren't coming as frequent as it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;Must be the massive amount of alcohol consumed - as the source to my subtle brain damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really realized my housemates' obsession with TreSemme; i swear they are the perfect ambassadors for the above mentioned brand. For those of you who want to/have yet to step foot into 34 St. Stephen's road, don't forget to pay a small visit to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Okay. Obviously that didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;It seems I don't have enough of Ice's crazy energy to even 'pose' as him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dear bloggers, because Shaun has been experiencing an immensely long state of writer's block, I shall be angelic enough to spam his blog (if you can even call it that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. It's end of term! Finally, the huge pile of assignments have been done and dusted with. It's so predictable to say that he celebrated it in style - EOT party in Chill nightclub. Yes, you read that write. "CHILL" I honestly don't know why student unions' simply enjoy labeling all their parties with only one syllable/word - ie CHILL (lame!), CRUSH, FRESH, SCORE (even lamer, sorry Warwick-ians) . As far as I can remember, he had more than 10 shots - a rough count of 12-13 and still standing while getting lo' nigga-style. Too bad he had to endure a very violent encounter with none other than yours truly towards the end of the night; with the Hero currently suffering from excessive damage - i hardly doubt the buttons are as responsive as they used to be what with all the scratches and dents - as a consequence of having been thrown around and grabbed from one hand to another continuously ; oh, not to forget the time when I attempted to make use of my tongue on the touch screen when both my hands were tied up and bounded by the very rough and powDerful white hands of Shaun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We can now bid farewell to the angry wrath of Mr. Weatherman whose bad spell certainly lasted for absolute ages because we have been greeted by none other than bright sunshine streaming through the windows the past few days. Time to shed the heavy shoes(especially my boots and Shaun's big chunky Ah Beng-wannabe red 'n blue shoes, the throw of which can certainly knock a guy unconscious anytime,anyday) and bring out the flip flops! Makes me wonder if he's still keeping those large (and OTT *cough*) bright Yellow Crocs where each step in them on the street shouts out his name repeatedly. Why la Why. To make full use of this wonderful weather, we are heading to the beach/bay perhaps for a game of mini-golf (double yay from me!) and maybe a small session of sun-tanning. As we all know, Shaun's been looking rather white and pasty lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sigh okay. Can't believe I spent the past fifteen minutes of my life doing this. I actually have more but sadly, my rumbling tummy doesn't allow anymore of this and it's time to head out for crepes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Obviously, I'm a much better entertainer than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Now, if only all of you can persuade Shaun to make a trip to London this weekend - upon request of his darling housemate #2 - the champion of Capua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Signing off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Helena :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-2798278365230732590?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/2798278365230732590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=2798278365230732590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/2798278365230732590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/2798278365230732590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-clouds-are-shrouding-us-in-moments.html' title=''/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-3230531831816219077</id><published>2010-02-28T21:32:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:49:20.859Z</updated><title type='text'>Just took a shower - feels good every time...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever.... ever watched a show where you feel really bad about yourself (mostly your self-esteem) whenever you laugh at the jokes they tell in that specific show? No? Yes? Unfortunately for me, I found a show just like that... the more I laugh at it and the more that I feel like watching another episode of it - the more crappy I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like the bunch of people in the show are exactly the kind of people I dread becoming in the (near) future but I just seem to enjoy watching them. Worst part still is that I think I'm some what like them... Argh - To those who don't already know, I'm currently addicted to... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Big Bang Theory&lt;/span&gt;. Google the show - you'll learn more about it. Or alternately just watch the show, I guarantee that you'll learn lots of stuff you probably don't need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many scenes that just seem to be too similar to my life... sigh - is my life that nerdy and geeky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big Bang Theory &lt;/span&gt;: Leonard sulks about being single and chooses to have a cat as a replacement to having a girl in his life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My life&lt;/span&gt; : I... actually always imagine myself being single and having a dog... as a ... replacement - ARGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big Bang Theory&lt;/span&gt; : The four of them sit around the living room playing Halo or some other computer game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My life &lt;/span&gt;: There are several occasions that I can think of me and friends (I won't name them here to save their reputation, taking one for the team) playing Warcraft III in the same house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big Bang Theory&lt;/span&gt; : They have take away Thai food in their living room together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My life&lt;/span&gt; : I had Chinese food delivered and ate it in the living room quite often last year. Actually, I kind of miss that now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big Bang Theory&lt;/span&gt; : They spent hours playing board and card games...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My life&lt;/span&gt; : I have.... done that too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big Bang Theory&lt;/span&gt; : They like manga and anime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My life&lt;/span&gt; : .... let's stop here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO STOP watching it - but it's so funny, and I actually think it's really funny... OMG&lt;br /&gt;Just watched an episode from season 2... there's a scene where a student and Sheldon were talking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Student : I just read your latest paper on *blah blah blah*. I was completely breathless after reading the paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sheldon : Well then perhaps I should include an inhaler with my paper next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha... ah crap - I think I'm in denial whenever I say that I'm not a nerd/geek. Ok I am going to stop here. (don't think I'll stop watching it though)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-3230531831816219077?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/3230531831816219077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=3230531831816219077&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/3230531831816219077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/3230531831816219077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-took-shower-feels-good-every-time.html' title='Just took a shower - feels good every time...'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-6400775765964199807</id><published>2010-02-27T23:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-27T23:51:33.909Z</updated><title type='text'>It's a warm night... today</title><content type='html'>There really isn't much to say lately. All of my random thoughts are either put on twitter or just forgotten away. There are however some random updates that I want to put up here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We counted just now and realized that we went to a total of 5 CNY dinners. So yea, I'm a bit bored with CNY dinners at the moment. 4 were in Canterbury while 1 was in London... ok technically there were 2 dinners in London - so I had 6 CNY dinners in total. Sigh, enough with this celebration.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keljin mentioned that Rouge was probably the last Msian Clubbing event that we could have gone to - and we didn't go for it. That'll probably true... frankly I don't regret not going for it - there are other non msian clubbing events to go to. Got to try new things sometime. A change would be good - perhaps a Korean change?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cooked extra spicy noodles for dinner just cos I wanted more kick. It was good - really spicy though... the thing was, Lehong could not take the spiciness... I felt sorry but... his reaction was really hilarious... he was hiccuping the whole time... hahahahahaah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sophie's Twenties Girl book has been sitting there for weeks beside my bed, it's time to read it.... seriously need to read it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been thinking... and I have concluded that I need to take more initiative in my life. Can't just wait there for the sun to shine - I will need to make it happen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Oh yea - and I'm heading off to Birmingham in a couple of weeks for the England Open (again)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-6400775765964199807?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/6400775765964199807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=6400775765964199807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/6400775765964199807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/6400775765964199807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-warm-night-today.html' title='It&apos;s a warm night... today'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-2228091881199005905</id><published>2010-02-10T00:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-10T00:57:02.593Z</updated><title type='text'>The sun... does not shine anymore</title><content type='html'>Do you know the feeling you get when your body just cannot take it anymore? When every single step you take seems heavier and heavier? Well, I felt that. Unfortunately, it came at the worst of time. For the past few days I was in several celebrations. The thing about these sort of events is that when you have too much of them, you get really drained. Really really... drained...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dragged my legs across St Pancras station. As I hurried past dozens of people in the opposite direction, I caught a glance at the station's huge clock. With the departure time of the train already embedded in my head, it took me less than a second to realize that I only had 8 minutes left. I needed to make it on this train. At the back of my head I knew the consequences of missing it - I would have to take a later one and that one had a change halfway through the journey. This train, this very one that I was rushing for, was a direct one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that motivation in mind, I started to jog across the station. Past several shops that were starting to close. After a quick right turn, I passed by the ticket counters. Well, obviously I needed a ticket but I knew very well that there were ticket machines right outside of the platform. In my mind this was how it would go :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Run to the platform.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get to the machine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy ticket.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make it onto the train just in the nick of time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;While panting, find a suitable seat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rest and entertain myself with my fully charged Ipod Touch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Perfect. Let's do it. So I ran to the platform. Got there just in time. There were 2 machines there with one of them occupied. I checked the time again. 4 minutes. That's plenty of time to buy the ticket and get onto the train. I could even see the train right in front of me. It was about a stone throw's distance away. So I went to the empty machine and guess what? It was out of service...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind - I will just wait for the other one. Thankfully he was printing his ticket already. In a matter of seconds (which at this point was devastatingly important), I was able to use the machine. All I needed to do was to key in my destination, select the appropriate ticket and pay for it. Done! My destination was Canterbury West. It was a touch screen machine so I pushed on the letter C. There were several destinations that were suggestion but none of them were the one I wanted. I then continued to press A. Nope - the suggestions needed to be narrowed down more. Moving on to N. Nothing. Then I pressed T. There it was. Canterbury West appeared on the screen among other suggestions. 3 minutes remaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I selected Canterbury West. But then the machined suddenly decided to get all non-responsive. It would not move on to the next screen. I pressed on it again. Nothing. I jammed my finger to hard to the screen that it became red. No response. I was panicking now. 2 minutes remaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pressed the screen many times. Unfortunately, the suggestion above Canterbury West was selected. That's not where I want to go!! I had to back up to the previous screen. Guess what? Yup, the machine completely wiped out my inputs before so I had to type out the letters again. This time I type CA before the machine became non-responsive again. Crap. I jammed my finger at N a million times. My index finger was hurting at that point so I used my thumb. Finally CAN appeared on the screen. 1 minute remaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The T was the most stubborn letter I had ever seen. It just would not want to be selected. Sigh. I stood right there. Just meters away from the train when it rushed off leaving the station. There goes my ride home. Stupid machine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eventually bought the ticket from the ticket counter that I rushed passed earlier. Then boarded another train 30 minutes later. Sigh, I just want to say - You really should not depend on machines during critical times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-2228091881199005905?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/2228091881199005905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=2228091881199005905&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/2228091881199005905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/2228091881199005905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2010/02/sun-does-not-shine-anymore.html' title='The sun... does not shine anymore'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-1919146747107105716</id><published>2010-01-26T23:28:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-01-27T00:41:42.031Z</updated><title type='text'>Feeling better already...</title><content type='html'>The sun shone so brightly today. I haven't seen sunshine in such a long time. So glad that I didn't miss it today :) Too bad I can't get it. It's just too far away from my grasp, it's way out of my control. I guess I'll just accept that fact. Though there would always be a distant between me and it, I'll still be able to enjoy the beautiful sunshine time after time. That, would be enough for me :) I just hope I get to see more sunshine in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another completely random note - I was so amazed today... by the most unexpected thing. Dominos! Seriously, I did not know that orders can now be made online! Wow - Click &lt;a href="http://www.dominos.co.uk/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. You make an order online. You have the choice of choosing a la carte, one of the set meals or even use your coupon! (by quoting the reference code on the coupon). Then you can make your payment via  debit/credit card online payment or by cash at the door. When that's done, you just wait for your pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a cooler part... there's even a tracking page for your order! hohoho... It starts from when you place your order to the moment the pizza reaches the safety of your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/S1-I0N8v5MI/AAAAAAAAA6c/OdQfVjW0ciQ/s1600-h/Dominos2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/S1-I0N8v5MI/AAAAAAAAA6c/OdQfVjW0ciQ/s400/Dominos2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431210106311140546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the screen right after the order has been sent out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/S198c5DDVhI/AAAAAAAAA6U/onutWc1d5vs/s1600-h/Dominos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/S198c5DDVhI/AAAAAAAAA6U/onutWc1d5vs/s400/Dominos1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431196511423911442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the second stage... 'Being Prepared'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/S1-JF1V4XoI/AAAAAAAAA6k/SgnHttBhkUE/s1600-h/Dominos3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/S1-JF1V4XoI/AAAAAAAAA6k/SgnHttBhkUE/s400/Dominos3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431210408943312514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pizza has been sent out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/S1-JS0KBARI/AAAAAAAAA6s/NzQ809tFQ2U/s1600-h/Dominos4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/S1-JS0KBARI/AAAAAAAAA6s/NzQ809tFQ2U/s400/Dominos4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431210631963410706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Done, once the pizza has been received and paid for... The Pizza Tracker - a proof to how much delivery has evolved throughout the years. Simply amazing. I know I might be a bit slow to some. Some of you may already know that this have existed since whenever. But at least (to my defence) I can appreciate the wonders that technology have done to delivery. Wow - what's next? Robots that deliver pizza? Well, we might see that... very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WPnTm_ETxlM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WPnTm_ETxlM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-1919146747107105716?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/1919146747107105716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=1919146747107105716&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/1919146747107105716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/1919146747107105716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2010/01/feeling-better-already.html' title='Feeling better already...'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/S1-I0N8v5MI/AAAAAAAAA6c/OdQfVjW0ciQ/s72-c/Dominos2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-4043727672881633757</id><published>2010-01-26T00:56:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-01-26T01:29:54.804Z</updated><title type='text'>My heart feels so heavy now... sigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My bicycle got stolen today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He/She probably really needed a bike.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really had grown attached to my bicycle.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Now I either have to walk or take a cab and apparently the worst of winter is yet to come.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*sigh* I slept at 4am this morning because my mind was on something.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just lied on my bed for 4 hours thinking about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That something on my mind... was nothing important at all.  :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today I had some laughs with my housemates and friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had lots of beer and even played poker.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Truth be told, I was smiling but my heart was still sad.   :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lately, I realised I like Guinness and black coffee.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My tongue grew a liking for bitter things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alcohol made my smile temporarily, but it does not heal the heart.  :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Refer to No. 2, I hope you take care of my bicycle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To those who expressed their sympathy, thanks...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/S15AZsN7bcI/AAAAAAAAA6M/HH-iMgI7J2M/s1600-h/DSCF1438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/S15AZsN7bcI/AAAAAAAAA6M/HH-iMgI7J2M/s400/DSCF1438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430849010765884866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my bicycle (it's not even this one in the picture *sigh*), I'm sorry that our time together was so short. In the past few months that we rode together, I grew fond of you. Your break wires that had to be taped to the bicycle cos it was grinding against the wheels as it moved. The steering that needed constant adjusting at the start. The wheels that needed lubrication badly because it was not properly aligned. The seat that gave me so much discomfort whenever I cycled. The loud noise from the rear wheel and whenever I changed gears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All your shortfalls, I loved every single one of them. Cos I built you with my two hands. Together we conquered the steep hill leading up to school and we did it many times. We rode down that very hill at the speed of light and your brakes never failed to keep me safe. Never once did you cause me injury. Never once did you complain when I left you out in the cold rain and snow for which I am truly sorry for doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have guarded you better from being taken away... sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are now - I hope you're doing well. Maybe you're doing better now, maybe you now have a shelter over your head. Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and goodbye my dear bicycle. I will keep you close to my heart. You were the first mode of transportation I bought, the first I ever built. I miss you already...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-4043727672881633757?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/4043727672881633757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=4043727672881633757&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/4043727672881633757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/4043727672881633757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-heart-feels-so-heavy-now-sigh.html' title='My heart feels so heavy now... sigh'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/S15AZsN7bcI/AAAAAAAAA6M/HH-iMgI7J2M/s72-c/DSCF1438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-1631984393160438421</id><published>2010-01-24T23:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:18:30.896Z</updated><title type='text'>Canterbury is so much colder</title><content type='html'>Leaning against an M&amp;amp;S pillow, I slowly gathered my thoughts to spread them across the internet through a unique combination of words. I leaned back, took a deep breath and closed my eyes. The room was filled with a calming fragrance whilst a relaxing symphony brought me untold peace.&lt;br /&gt;Just moments ago, my heart was racing.&lt;br /&gt;Just moments ago, my blood was boiling.&lt;br /&gt;Just moments ago, I felt the thirst to smash something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, with composure, I wrote out my account of what happened over the weekend, twisted and fused with symbolic representations for the sake of privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braving through the chill and cold,&lt;br /&gt;Fighting against the foes unseen,&lt;br /&gt;We ventured to realms untold,&lt;br /&gt;To give our salutations to the queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of maidens and men so friendly,&lt;br /&gt;I said my farewells and left in haste,&lt;br /&gt;For my time there was only temporary,&lt;br /&gt;Twas another that was my final place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun was to shy to show its face,&lt;br /&gt;We shouted joy and laughed with merry,&lt;br /&gt;But in another different time and place,&lt;br /&gt;My opened heart was met with mockery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such pain and disappointment I felt,&lt;br /&gt;Like smearing stain over a clean plate,&lt;br /&gt;Joy and smiles I had started to melt,&lt;br /&gt;Alas, underneath them all, nothing but hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did so many words leave my lips?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I carry it all back home?&lt;br /&gt;Why did my eyes caught that clip?&lt;br /&gt;As I sat on my bed all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a breath, in and out,&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to relax, to be free,&lt;br /&gt;The sweet melody now plays aloud,&lt;br /&gt;Setting me back to serenity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I shall set it aside,&lt;br /&gt;A wise choice to let it slide,&lt;br /&gt;A worry it may accumulate inside,&lt;br /&gt;When limits are broken, my rage would be intensified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such words, are only words. Nothing really can express true emotions. None the less, I felt more relaxed - perhaps it was the fragrance. Perhaps the melody. I hope that I would not be granted the chance to consume more alcohol. A good chance now, to take a break - from everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do listen and may a part of your stress be gone away as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PEulyxBCA6c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PEulyxBCA6c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-1631984393160438421?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/1631984393160438421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=1631984393160438421&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/1631984393160438421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/1631984393160438421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2010/01/canterbury-is-so-much-colder.html' title='Canterbury is so much colder'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-5995375179497476497</id><published>2010-01-18T00:36:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-18T00:37:54.715Z</updated><title type='text'>Back in Kent</title><content type='html'>Apparently, I'm not the only one that thought of the Avatars as smurfs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.watchsouthparkonline.net/season-13/episode-13-dances-with-smurfs/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, enjoy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-5995375179497476497?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/5995375179497476497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=5995375179497476497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/5995375179497476497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/5995375179497476497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-in-kent.html' title='Back in Kent'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-5466195900670750254</id><published>2010-01-12T09:32:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-12T10:07:03.838Z</updated><title type='text'>Avatar Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/S0xENdirGCI/AAAAAAAAA58/7HbtPKJH7o0/s1600-h/avatar-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/S0xENdirGCI/AAAAAAAAA58/7HbtPKJH7o0/s400/avatar-movie-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425786649133652002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a little background about the movie from watching so much of channel E! The movie took 15 years to make. That is a really long time to make a movie, but it's fair since they also put in a few years into making a whole new language as well. It sounded a little Jamaican-ish to me. Anyway, I saw this movie in 3D. From the outside - the graphics and visuals looked really impressive. The fine details were even taken into account thus generating a whole new world that looked as real as looking right outside your window. The big blue (obscene) creatures looked so real, I thought they really did exist. Perhaps they were descendants of the Smurfs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/S0xFxZAXdyI/AAAAAAAAA6E/jqNSzLCRrTg/s1600-h/smurf_62932t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/S0xFxZAXdyI/AAAAAAAAA6E/jqNSzLCRrTg/s400/smurf_62932t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425788365902935842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyways, that's about as far as the good part would go... because the story line and the plot? It was a rip-off from Disney's Pocahontas, a movie that came out in 1995. Here is a synopsis of the Disney's classic - There are a bunch of villagers that live on a land in which contains some sort of minerals that the humans want to have. Both parties fight for it. In the midst of the battles, there exist some love relationship between a MALE HUMAN and a FEMALE VILLAGER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add more oil to the flame, the villagers devote themselves to loving nature and they also very fond of a really big willow tree. Just replace the villagers with a bunch of smurfs and you get Avatar. What pissed me off was that this movie had such good reviews and that raised my expectations. But come on! 15 years in the making and all they came up with was a movie with almost the exact same story line as one that was released almost 15 years ago? Did James Cameron came up with the idea after watching Pocahontas? Only he would know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically this movie is really lovely to the eyes and that's about it. The plot, the storyline just screams of Pocahontas when you watch it. I'm just surprised that the makers of Avatar didn't get Vanessa Williams to make a soundtrack for it. Should you watch it? Maybe, it's that kind of movie where you just have to see it just cause everyone is doing the same. But if you're not into peer pressure and would need to get out of your way just to catch this movie then forget it. It's just not worth it. Maybe if you go back to all your old collections of video tapes or CDs, you might get the Pocahontas one. Watch that one - you're not missing out on a lot and it has better songs in it as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-5466195900670750254?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/5466195900670750254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=5466195900670750254&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/5466195900670750254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/5466195900670750254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2010/01/avatar-review.html' title='Avatar Review'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/S0xENdirGCI/AAAAAAAAA58/7HbtPKJH7o0/s72-c/avatar-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-2142238032938107792</id><published>2010-01-07T15:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-07T16:20:29.171Z</updated><title type='text'>Just had instant noodles... with 2 eggs</title><content type='html'>"Lately I don't really know what's going on in my life. So many uncertainties, of where I will work, where I will be, when is the next time I'll come back, who I'll be with, who I'll be around. Too many questions and not the slightest idea of what the answers are. I've read about this sort of condition - it is called the Quarter Life Crisis. And I am a patient of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of it, I have changed and yea, I noticed the change. My patience used to be something I was proud of. Now I'm left wondering where it went. I get irritated much faster than before - I curse more then ever (ok so maybe slightly more than ever). I raise my voice more now...  and I feel unnatural giving out compliments. When I do, most people would just assume that I am being sarcastic. Oh wow, that's a really 'encouraging' way to receive a compliment. A huge change is that I became more violent, with some help from alcohol. When I got high previously, I never really beat people up. Now... well, my friend recently showed me a bruise just below his ribs that he got from yours truly - when I was drunk of course. I still won't beat people up senselessly for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't know what was wrong with me... it just seemed weird... until today... Someone told me in the face...&lt;br /&gt;"You are stressed. you have to let some of your stress go. It may be your study life, work life or love life. Let it go. You seem to have too much stress. Go punch a ball or something if it makes you feel better..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how many bulls eye he hit with those words. A sudden realization came to mind. I was indeed stressed. In almost every aspect of my life, I was stressed - there isn't one part of my life that isn't giving me stress. I'm practically surrounded by it. Why didn't I see it before? It took that person to say that to me face to face. He was my dentist. Yes... just by looking at my mouth he could tell that I was stressed, I wonder how stressed my face would have been then? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking, I take life to seriously sometimes. I got to let go more, let some things in my life go as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food for thought : Life is too short to get stressed, it gets even shorter when you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 2 hours just now, I sat in front of the TV just watching programmes that I used to see when I was younger. SpongeBob's laughter... Mr Bean's hilarious actions... they all put a smile in my heart. And I'm glad to say I didn't need alcohol to do that when in the past I did... what made me smile 10 years ago still has the same effect now - some things in life just don't change."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he finished writing, he looked up and let out a sigh. He was truly happy after a long while and he was happy for this realization. For in these realizations, life became more worth living even though nothing has actually changed - except of course, his perceptions. He won't forget this day, and he wouldn't want to - that's why he's writing it here. Today is the day that stress made his gums bleed. And he vows that it will never happen again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-2142238032938107792?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/2142238032938107792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=2142238032938107792&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/2142238032938107792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/2142238032938107792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-had-instant-noodles-with-2-eggs.html' title='Just had instant noodles... with 2 eggs'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-6681616868478385642</id><published>2009-12-20T17:41:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-20T18:07:37.982Z</updated><title type='text'>(500) days of summer review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Sy5iAZNlfaI/AAAAAAAAA50/1Qg0G92tJzM/s1600-h/500DaysPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Sy5iAZNlfaI/AAAAAAAAA50/1Qg0G92tJzM/s400/500DaysPoster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417375160680676770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sort of promised my housemate that I would write a review about this movie. This is sorting of killing 2 birds with one stone as he wanted me to update my blog as well. The scene from where this request came from was when we were happily sitting together eating dinner. We were watching this movie as we ate our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am offering my completely biased view on this movie. To start it off, the main actor and actress are no eye candies. But that didn't put me off. To be fair, as the movie quote says : The is not a love story, this is a story about love. Fine, so the highlight of the movie would be the story. Let's talk about the story shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly the movie has an interesting concept of dating the events with numbers starting from 1 which would be the day the guy meets Summer (hence the name of the movie), the girl who he thinks would be his soul mate. It was all going well until... the movie jumps to number 300 something than back to 3 then jumps again to 270 then back to 20 then ahead to 399 then back to 2 then ahead to 472. Seriously, I have seen flashbacks but this was just ridiculous. One moment he was happily spending time with her then in the next second he was sitting there sulking over the fact that she left him. Now you might argue that the numbers are a good indicator of the time line, True. I agree, but again there should be a limit to how many times you can reverse and speed up time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl... the main girl in the story is just down right stupid. Everything around her does not make sense at all. Firstly, she someone who apparently does not believe in marriage - I am actually alright with that philosophy. So naturally she would dump the guy some time in the future - Fine. Then all of the sudden, in less than a year... she get's married?? What? How did that happen? What ever happened to her principles that she managed to keep all the way throughout her life? Apparently it just crumpled after a relationship with the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy on the other hand, had the opposite philosophy in life. He had always believed in marriage and then after being dumped by her, he goes all bitter and emo. He no longer believes that love exist. It seemed like he bet everything on this girl and after losing her - he went all crazy and emo. Makes sense right? Not really actually. Cos she told him clearly that she wanted nothing serious from this relationship. So why would he want to bet everything on a casual relationship? What was he hoping to get out of it?&lt;br /&gt;The fact is, he did bet everything on the relationship - his hopes, his dreams, his life. So when she dumped him, did he even his best to win her back? Did he try his best to defend his life long philosophies? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;He walked out of the restaurant after getting dumped. Went back home and went into an emo state. He stayed in that state all the time in the office and at home until a point where he exploded and quit his job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending was icing to the amount of ridiculousness of the movie. 500 days of Summer ended and 1 day of Autumn started the day he met this girl at a job interview. Her name? You guessed it... Autumn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not watch this show. I thought it was a waste of time. People who like this movie might do so maybe because this show appeals to their dreams of an ideal love life. Or perhaps it may relate to some parts of their love life. Or perhaps they found something else interesting in the midst of all the confusing non continuous time line of the movie. Or perhaps they like it just because their girlfriends find it an "Awwwww" type of movie. Regardless, let's face it - it is a rubbish movie and I can easily find 10 other better movies to waste my little time on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OK done, back to work...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-6681616868478385642?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/6681616868478385642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=6681616868478385642&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/6681616868478385642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/6681616868478385642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2009/12/500-days-of-summer-review.html' title='(500) days of summer review'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Sy5iAZNlfaI/AAAAAAAAA50/1Qg0G92tJzM/s72-c/500DaysPoster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-1882211178586786270</id><published>2009-12-01T23:59:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-02T00:26:47.557Z</updated><title type='text'>My less-then-a-month old Samsunite umbrella broke</title><content type='html'>Can't believe I only blogged once a month last month. Haha - this is bad :P There must be some method for my to have time to do my assignments, have some leisure time, cook, read stuff and still be able to spend long hours in my lovely hot shower. It's getting really cold now - you don't know how nice it is to just stand there and let the hot steamy water run for a looooooong time.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SxWvrT0isZI/AAAAAAAAA5k/xCxal9N3P90/s1600/Wax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SxWvrT0isZI/AAAAAAAAA5k/xCxal9N3P90/s400/Wax.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410423685945405842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got a new hair styling wax. It wasn't cheap - probably was the most expensive one on the shelf. It looked decent and professional, like something a stylist from Toni &amp;amp; Guy would use. I got cheated... it's crap. Gets my hair oily later in the day. With this, my hair does not stand up or even makes nice waves or layers. This crap bundles my hair together and makes them fall flat on my head. My hair had a better chance of standing up without the wax. On the upper side - they're pretty generous with the wax, it's filled up almost to the brim. I'm thinking now that they're just trying to get rid of as much crap as possible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why... I got this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SxWxCOKDIII/AAAAAAAAA5s/1Gr7RDdvvZs/s1600/113Qc8ADkrL._SL500_AA143_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 143px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SxWxCOKDIII/AAAAAAAAA5s/1Gr7RDdvvZs/s400/113Qc8ADkrL._SL500_AA143_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410425179073618050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, this it the biggest image I could find of it in 10 seconds. I'll explain what it says on the cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Attention - Extreme Attraction"&lt;br /&gt;"got2b magnetik styling gel contains pheromones - a man's secret edge to attract the ladies..."&lt;br /&gt;"Use cautiously at first until you know your true magnetik effect."&lt;/blockquote&gt;This is Schwarzkopf got2b magnetik styling gel. Apparently... it contains pheromones. I am assuming that the girls would have to smell my hair for it to have any effect on them. That would be... difficult, considering most of them are shorter than me. sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I used it today and... it's decent - it holds my hair up, but there are other products which can do better. Also, its effects would probably wear off later in the day. You probable want to know about its pheromones effect. I think it wore off the moment I applied it on my hair. No girls were any more attracted to me but I guess the fact that none of them are being repulsive towards me counts as a good thing already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Anyways, just short post to keep it updated.&lt;br /&gt;PS - I have lots of assignments and should be doing them now.&lt;br /&gt;PSS - I am tired as I only had about 5 hours of sleep daily for the past 2 days. I need more than that!&lt;br /&gt;PSSS - Going back to Msia, stepping on home ground on the 15th of this month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-1882211178586786270?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/1882211178586786270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=1882211178586786270&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/1882211178586786270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/1882211178586786270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-less-then-month-old-samsunite.html' title='My less-then-a-month old Samsunite umbrella broke'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SxWvrT0isZI/AAAAAAAAA5k/xCxal9N3P90/s72-c/Wax.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-2317032832845095597</id><published>2009-11-14T23:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-15T14:44:01.418Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm drinking pear cider</title><content type='html'>I waved to them as the train started to move away. As far as I could, I ran with the train and kept on waving. They waved back. The train sped off into the darkness as I walked out of the station. Time to go back I guess, alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness seemed to make the steps slower. The journey seemed longer than usual. I got back minutes later. The warmth of the house greeted me, along with the lingering smell of dinner we had together just moments ago. I went upstairs to my room. The sight of my files all stack up greeted me, along with the thought of the assignments that needed to be done. Screw it. My head was spinning too much for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a rest, knowing that the news would be true. Tomorrow would be the strongest storm Britain has seen in a year. It might be hell tomorrow. The bags of garbage we left outside might just break out or get blown off miles away. The hangers at the backyard would be blown off, possibly into the river. I knew I would wake up in the morning, hearing only the howling winds that threaten to break the window to get into my room. People outside would fall down and lose their balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prepared myself for the chaos that would happen the next day. Let's hope all is alright. Let's hope I'll be safe. I needed to go out of the house to reload the prepaid electricity credit. I needed to brave the storm. I needed to walk into the chaos and survive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I survive? Will I get back alive? let's... hope so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.30am, I got up... I sat up and pushed the curtains aside... let's see what I need to go through today...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bright sunny morning. The bags were still there as they had always been. Opposite the road, young kids were warming up to have a game of soccer. An old couple walked passed by my house, smilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the last time I believe Yahoo News or BBC... sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-2317032832845095597?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/2317032832845095597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=2317032832845095597&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/2317032832845095597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/2317032832845095597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-drinking-pear-cider.html' title='I&apos;m drinking pear cider'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-2353968218391074845</id><published>2009-10-31T15:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-10-31T16:22:44.657Z</updated><title type='text'>I feel like eating organic grapes</title><content type='html'>Haven't updated in a while, due to the very fact that some people, impulsively and under the persuasion of someone who have a tendency to vomit in the morning, decided to stay over for 2 nights during the last weekend. Well, I had to admit that I did have fun - it's all covered here at the party girl's &lt;a href="http://www.shadesofsilver.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my knowledge, I helped her buy a book and last I checked, she hasn't really read the book. So, being the nice friend that I am, I decided to write a review of that book. Not to spoil it for her of course, but just to brace her of what she might read in the book later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SuxfoIgYj2I/AAAAAAAAA5c/h9zysrXjMYY/s1600-h/the_lost_symbol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SuxfoIgYj2I/AAAAAAAAA5c/h9zysrXjMYY/s400/the_lost_symbol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398795196393099106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan Brown, a man that definitely writes good books. So far this would be the fifth book that I read written by him. My previous thoughts of his previous books were...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da Vinci Code - Overall a good book, touches on some issues on religion, simple enough for the ignorant to follow and packs quite a plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels and Demons - Thrilling, fast-paced and exciting with a really interesting twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deception Point - Average compared to the previous two. The twist at the end, I would have to say, took me by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digital Fortress - Crap. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how did this book fair against the others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book starts of, like his other books, straight into the main story line. We see Robert Langdon once again, this time being the victim of a well-schemed plan. As the story progressed on, it is revealed that the plan would some what lead on to the Ancient Mysteries. At this point, Robert takes a different stand from his usually one, he becomes a skeptic, denying that the Ancient Mysteries exist even though there were clues saying otherwise. He and a woman (we always need one of those in a novel), finds themselves running away from the CIA later on and trying to solve the puzzle from a pyramid that they found earlier. All this effort to save Robert's mentor and dear friend, who was kidnapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pages later, they solve the puzzle, pass the clue onto the kidnapper, who I must say is bald, bulky and full of tattoos. They do eventually save the friend (really can't remember his name, oh wait - it's Peter, I just checked). The kidnapper, Mal'akh - at the end tries to sacrifice himself to join the ranks of the Gods, but fails miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the book is pretty average. Firstly the twist was pretty predictable. Mal'akh was actually Peter's son who was first given some family inheritance. Then he spent it in Europe, got jailed, Peter refused to bail him out instantly so he bailed himself out and used the rest of the money to buy a house and steroids to bulk himself. Then decided to get revenge against his father. Later on he revealed to Peter that he was his son. That twist was seen a few chapters before Mal'akh actually revealed himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The puzzles were solved, as usual. But not with really interesting methods, unlike Da Vinci Code. And there are so little puzzles to solve, it's like the Ancient Mysteries are that easy to find with the right tools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, the book does have its good moments. Some parts are fast-paced and thrilling, like when Katherine was running away from Mal'akh. We do see a development in Robert's character, being a skeptic for once. And the ending was pretty nice - to end a book with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt; sort of leaves you with a smile when you close it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I need to get back to my assignment - write again soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korean Song of the Moment :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MHuOMbfrl0w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MHuOMbfrl0w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-2353968218391074845?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/2353968218391074845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=2353968218391074845&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/2353968218391074845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/2353968218391074845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-feel-like-eating-organic-grapes.html' title='I feel like eating organic grapes'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SuxfoIgYj2I/AAAAAAAAA5c/h9zysrXjMYY/s72-c/the_lost_symbol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-3812033181237183588</id><published>2009-10-22T21:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:48:19.618+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero is here</title><content type='html'>And so I got the HTC Hero, well for several reasons I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hero lost out due to its inferior screen, smaller and lower in quality compared to the Omnia 2. But I have the iTouch - with its billions of games and videos to make up for it. Hero has a much nicer interface to keep up with my friends through facebook and is much much much less laggy compared to the Omnia 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sad to say goodbye to the AMOLED screen but the Hero made me so happy when I used it. The interface is smooth and I like the widgets that HTC offered. I have to mention though that the Android Market is nothing compared to Apple's Appstore but in a few month's time, who knows what would happen then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, the Hero is doing wonders for me - love the chin design and the exterior is pretty cool looking. Plus, the colour matches my jacket - hahaha, vanity has reached a new height for me. Because of my phone, I'm more prone to wear one jacket now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SuC9c9WYrmI/AAAAAAAAA5M/YTJfFU2gicg/s1600-h/DSCF1465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SuC9c9WYrmI/AAAAAAAAA5M/YTJfFU2gicg/s400/DSCF1465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395520658792296034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what happened from when I stopped updating. Me and Lehong were drinking... and drinking... and drinking... for no apparent reason. We starting of chatting at first - then we watched some korean movie (lehong's suggestion, he's really into korean stuff) (well, me too ... :P). So imagine 2 guys, with loads of beer bottles... watching a movie together - the only thing is, we were streaming it and the connection was really bad. So... we ended up waiting a lot and while waiting, I was going through his facebook - hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up checking out pictures, laughing at people. It probably wasn't that funny but the alcohol might have made some pictures look really ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drank all the bottles in the fridge, which was a lot to begin with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SuC-onYZ7XI/AAAAAAAAA5U/XSPUJr7HAOA/s1600-h/DSCF1476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SuC-onYZ7XI/AAAAAAAAA5U/XSPUJr7HAOA/s400/DSCF1476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395521958565244274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we ran out, we continued with bottles that weren't chilled yet - I hit 9 bottles that night, that's half of my own box. Next day, monday, was filled with classes. Needless to say - I was stoning from 10am to 5pm... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note - the rubbish was collected today, the thing is - I feel those rubbish collectors have no common sense. The rubbish is only collected once in a fortnight and we cook everynight... so 1 rubbish bin won't be enough to contain all of our bags for 2 weeks. Obviously, we were trying to be nice and left the bags besides the overfilled bin so that the cover can still be closed.. so that water won't be contained in the bin. Those collectors can't even collect those bags! Seriously, they only collect that's in the bin? That's sooo ridiculous... I feel like throwing the bags into the river behind my door - it's flowing so... our garbage should be cleared out rather quickly... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I won't... sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney's 3... and I've played it more than 3 times...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-3812033181237183588?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/3812033181237183588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=3812033181237183588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/3812033181237183588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/3812033181237183588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2009/10/hero-is-here.html' title='Hero is here'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SuC9c9WYrmI/AAAAAAAAA5M/YTJfFU2gicg/s72-c/DSCF1465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-6120794245737603020</id><published>2009-10-11T19:00:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T19:40:47.782+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The peace</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what happened this weekend. It all started on Saturday morning, I was awaken by sounds in the toilet, it seemed like someone was doing his business. Probably MinYee, the thought of getting up did cross my mind but I quickly shut it out. It was one of those rare moments that I was given the blessing to wake up late. I won't want to waste that. Before getting back to sleep... I checked the time - 8.25am. Good Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up again, this time I felt really fresh. Like a bear after a winter hibernation. Let's check the time shall we? 10.30am, wow - that's really late (for me that is). Got up, changed then before I knew it, I was out walking towards the city centre. Upon reaching the city centre, I went into the nearest book store I could find. I was certain that the book I was looking for would be here and would be cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/StIfe1B-JWI/AAAAAAAAA4s/cYm2losNICI/s1600-h/The-Lost-Symbol-3_8GVrxaPCJc61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/StIfe1B-JWI/AAAAAAAAA4s/cYm2losNICI/s400/The-Lost-Symbol-3_8GVrxaPCJc61.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391406318407787874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found it. It was half priced! From a whopping GBP 18.99 to GBP 9.49! Being a cheap student, I of course asked for an additional student discount. I got it! Another 10 % off. Woohoo! GBP 8.45 for the book, that really made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went into Carphoneware house after that, went to ask about the HTC Hero. A phone I've being eyeing on since Friday (I know, no that long ago). The thing about me is that I'll go after one thing no matter what as long as I know I WANT it. The manager asked if I needed anything, of course I asked for the HTC Hero, we then spent 20 minutes talking about the suitable package. At the end, to his displeasure I said thanks and left. Went over to Tesco's to do grocery shopping for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/StIg03mEdpI/AAAAAAAAA40/ks8YX57BT3Y/s1600-h/htc-hero-review.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/StIg03mEdpI/AAAAAAAAA40/ks8YX57BT3Y/s400/htc-hero-review.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391407796564817554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's the HTC Hero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went back, did some homework, did some reading... then online! Facebook, read mangas... of course I read more reviews on phones as well... Then I called O2... I wanted to cancel my O2 simplicity contract cos the phone that I wanted was only on contract with Orange or Vodafone. The conversation went something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : (with a stern voice) Hello! I want to cancel my contract.&lt;br /&gt;Guy : Oh, sure I'll do that for you.&lt;br /&gt;Me : (surprised) Oh ok... thanks..&lt;br /&gt;Guy : Why do you want to terminate your contract?&lt;br /&gt;Me : I want to get a new phone. And the contract does not include O2 services.&lt;br /&gt;Guy : Oh? What phone is that?&lt;br /&gt;Me : HTC Hero&lt;br /&gt;Guy : Oh... actually O2 is also having a new HTC phone on contract. It's coming out next month. It's soooo much better than HTC Hero, why don't you wait one more month?&lt;br /&gt;Me : ... (Oh?) Got new phone? :)&lt;br /&gt;Guy : Yea...&lt;br /&gt;Me : Really? Ooo&lt;br /&gt;Guy : ....&lt;br /&gt;Me : So... If I were to wait, just say I do, will I get a better rate cos I'm an existing customer?&lt;br /&gt;Guy : Yea, sure..&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oooo, I see... k&lt;br /&gt;Guy : ...&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ok I'll wait, bye&lt;br /&gt;Guy : Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to check the new HTC, it looked like the N97. No offence, I think the slide out QWERTY keypad is so ugly. Sigh, kena con liao... :( He tried to introduce me to an ugly phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I cooked dinner (pasta), ate it while watching 'Over her dead body'. Half way through the movie, I realised I cooked too much - and was soo bloated... sigh. Plus the movie was sooo... ARGH, I really don't like movies that make you wish someone was beside you at that moment. Especially when there's no one else in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept... woke up at the same time. Bathed, changed, got something to eat. Did homework. Read more reviews this time, the reviews led me to this phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/StIml9YWgyI/AAAAAAAAA5E/LNBv-TSFYeE/s1600-h/showimage.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/StIml9YWgyI/AAAAAAAAA5E/LNBv-TSFYeE/s400/showimage.php.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391414137489621794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Samsung Omnia 2... wow - the only bad review it received is that it was laggy... How would I choose between the 2? Argh, haven't been able to make up my mind... well, one thing sure did push my decision towards the Samsung phone. Samsung managed to get Son Dambi (hot artist) and After School to sing about their AMOLED technology. FYI, Active - Matrix Organic Light Emitting Diode is a new technology developed by Samsung. It's used in the Omnia 2 phone and others as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xq37YibLeDw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xq37YibLeDw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the others came back from their trip in London... tomorrow, it's back to the normal routine, no matter - Shaun's getting a new phone Wednesday... muahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-6120794245737603020?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/6120794245737603020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=6120794245737603020&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/6120794245737603020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/6120794245737603020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2009/10/peace.html' title='The peace'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/StIfe1B-JWI/AAAAAAAAA4s/cYm2losNICI/s72-c/The-Lost-Symbol-3_8GVrxaPCJc61.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-4669575947469613698</id><published>2009-10-09T20:59:00.017+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T21:36:59.582+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>Welcome to a special edition of MTV Cribs! In today's episode, we proudly bring you to the home of the Three from the original Rosebery Drinkers. That group have been notorious for causing the whole ground floor's toilets to be locked up - due to excessive puke stain in the toilet. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not waste anymore time, let's take a look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Ss-X4L4Z4sI/AAAAAAAAA28/5HaEdvoqVic/s1600-h/DSCF1442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Ss-X4L4Z4sI/AAAAAAAAA28/5HaEdvoqVic/s400/DSCF1442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390694270503609026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Lehong's bed right after his laundry. This is where he spends the whole night sleeping, only to wake up in the morning with his signature coughing and puking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Ss-YIhq4-KI/AAAAAAAAA3E/gj1Vg_T5rjI/s1600-h/DSCF1443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Ss-YIhq4-KI/AAAAAAAAA3E/gj1Vg_T5rjI/s400/DSCF1443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390694551230412962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Keljin... the other drinker... but he's not part of the room. Here's Lehong's cupboard with his towel hanging to dry on the outside. Keljin's busy here, he was on the phone - technically he always on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Ss-YqAccJZI/AAAAAAAAA3M/k97wqZ_V20g/s1600-h/DSCF1444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Ss-YqAccJZI/AAAAAAAAA3M/k97wqZ_V20g/s400/DSCF1444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390695126426985874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lehong's here, obviously not interested in what I was doing - too busy looking at Kpop news or looking at what is there left to download from the net. Nothing much left I assure you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Ss-ZDvKitEI/AAAAAAAAA3U/7hy18998DLo/s1600-h/DSCF1445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Ss-ZDvKitEI/AAAAAAAAA3U/7hy18998DLo/s400/DSCF1445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390695568465114178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The toilet, with matching hand towel and tissues. The water in the toilet bowl is green at the moment... lolz (random, I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Ss-ZbupbnII/AAAAAAAAA3c/-lFp99tOWY4/s1600-h/DSCF1456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Ss-ZbupbnII/AAAAAAAAA3c/-lFp99tOWY4/s400/DSCF1456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390695980643097730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Keljin's laptop and table. I'm suppose to say here that it is ALWAYS clean and tidy all the time... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Ss-Z1Xf3HhI/AAAAAAAAA3k/welLarCA_3M/s1600-h/DSCF1457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Ss-Z1Xf3HhI/AAAAAAAAA3k/welLarCA_3M/s400/DSCF1457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390696421105540626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other side of his room. Looks like there's someone under the blanket right? hahaha, I don't think there's anyone there (I hope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Ss-aF0AOsmI/AAAAAAAAA3s/YD9boQkucCA/s1600-h/DSCF1459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Ss-aF0AOsmI/AAAAAAAAA3s/YD9boQkucCA/s400/DSCF1459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390696703635403362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other other side of his room, as you can see, there's a box of beer on the cabinet, that's one out of 4. We sort of have a race to see who can finish their box. I think he's in the lead at the moment. Let me check...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Ss-aZVPxIKI/AAAAAAAAA30/3AWAVE1d_Qs/s1600-h/DSCF1453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Ss-aZVPxIKI/AAAAAAAAA30/3AWAVE1d_Qs/s400/DSCF1453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390697038976458914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Half gone... yea he's in the lead alright... I'm catching up, just 2 bottles behind. Let's move on the to kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Ss-a39Py8rI/AAAAAAAAA38/uoDbVZ4yyR4/s1600-h/DSCF1460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Ss-a39Py8rI/AAAAAAAAA38/uoDbVZ4yyR4/s400/DSCF1460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390697565110071986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The fridge's pretty filled up with stuff. What amazes me is the amount of juice that we have... seriously, everyone in this house loves juice and beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Ss-bdu3RDHI/AAAAAAAAA4E/YReIXTgSXzw/s1600-h/DSCF1448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Ss-bdu3RDHI/AAAAAAAAA4E/YReIXTgSXzw/s400/DSCF1448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390698214084119666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A supply of instant noodles, to be totally honest - this is just half the amount we had at the beginning, which was less than a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Ss-b-Vr3LvI/AAAAAAAAA4M/yIHo-VDSJXE/s1600-h/DSCF1462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Ss-b-Vr3LvI/AAAAAAAAA4M/yIHo-VDSJXE/s400/DSCF1462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390698774261083890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me... or rather my reflection in the living room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Ss-cX4js_VI/AAAAAAAAA4U/ZotXIsaE9kQ/s1600-h/DSCF1463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Ss-cX4js_VI/AAAAAAAAA4U/ZotXIsaE9kQ/s400/DSCF1463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390699213118831954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lehong didn't want to leave the living room for me to take my picture :( so I had to use brute force to get him off (judging by size... it didn't really take much force)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Ss-dpo7JIzI/AAAAAAAAA4c/-7qa7ZMf_XI/s1600-h/DSCF1447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Ss-dpo7JIzI/AAAAAAAAA4c/-7qa7ZMf_XI/s400/DSCF1447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390700617671451442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The living room minus lehong... and lastly I'll leave with an 'artistic' shot of the living room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Ss-eqFrfU_I/AAAAAAAAA4k/WFJL9UvO_Fo/s1600-h/DSCF1464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Ss-eqFrfU_I/AAAAAAAAA4k/WFJL9UvO_Fo/s400/DSCF1464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390701724902052850" 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/17070512-4669575947469613698?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/4669575947469613698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=4669575947469613698&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/4669575947469613698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/4669575947469613698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2009/10/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Ss-X4L4Z4sI/AAAAAAAAA28/5HaEdvoqVic/s72-c/DSCF1442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-634141823536565912</id><published>2009-10-06T18:39:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T19:06:33.015+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kent - a change</title><content type='html'>Got internet a couple of days ago but just didn't seem to get any time to blog here. My first week in a campus uni was filled with classes everyday, well this was partly my fault as I haven't made my choice of modules. So I was left with no choice but to attend (almost) ALL the bloody classes. Really tiring, at least I narrowed down the modules this week, so less classes and yes more time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I would like to say that my house is extremely homely now - we spent a lot to get the place to feel more like home. The well-equipped kitchen with loads of sauces - oriental cuisine demands at least 2 sauces at a time, a knife set worth 100 pounds (got it for 50 at Ashford, there was a sale there), cool-looking cutlery, Tefal brand pans and best of all the kitchen has a metal and wood theme. Two of the 5 elements of Feng Shui (?) lol, I'm not sure of that as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toilet has a theme as well! Blue and yellow, the toilet papers are yellow and the floor mat is a matching blue with the floor itself. Best of all, the water in the toilet bowl is blue as well at the moment - hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's 3 room altogether and a living room as well. The best part? All the rooms contain a box of beer each - needless to say, we won't run out of alcohol anytime soon. It's a story that I'm not willing to share here... to shameful to even remember the experience... sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my room :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SsuDWuhfHTI/AAAAAAAAA2c/L-V8AbGWbSk/s1600-h/DSCF1428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SsuDWuhfHTI/AAAAAAAAA2c/L-V8AbGWbSk/s400/DSCF1428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389545805547773234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The the view from the door, my bed's there with the fan there to accompany me through all those 'hot' nights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SsuFIOZUvoI/AAAAAAAAA2k/rKWMLj6yet8/s1600-h/DSCF1429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SsuFIOZUvoI/AAAAAAAAA2k/rKWMLj6yet8/s400/DSCF1429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389547755428691586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's my cabinets and my table - the normal stuff, files, laptop and my beloved speakers... here comes the best part of my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SsuFqZ1FkdI/AAAAAAAAA2s/oqGGk3ym8jE/s1600-h/DSCF1430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SsuFqZ1FkdI/AAAAAAAAA2s/oqGGk3ym8jE/s400/DSCF1430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389548342613479890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My really huge cupboard that you can even walk in to change! hahaha, love being in the cupboard to change or just to pick out clothes for the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now about the house... will put more pics when I get permission to take pics of the other rooms, hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been walking to school everyday - this took about 30 mins. Good exercise but it was really time consuming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, say no more to walking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SsuHBSAFsCI/AAAAAAAAA20/W_-18Jf67gI/s1600-h/DSCF1438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SsuHBSAFsCI/AAAAAAAAA20/W_-18Jf67gI/s400/DSCF1438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389549835160760354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;more in the next post..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-634141823536565912?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/634141823536565912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=634141823536565912&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/634141823536565912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/634141823536565912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2009/10/kent-change.html' title='Kent - a change'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SsuDWuhfHTI/AAAAAAAAA2c/L-V8AbGWbSk/s72-c/DSCF1428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-2019876712298266701</id><published>2009-09-22T23:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:52:22.209+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving London</title><content type='html'>So I'm off in a couple of days. Settling down a 90 minutes train ride from central London so the quiet city of Canterbury. How would a year's life there change me? No idea, only time would tell. I do hope the change is for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't be with internet immediately there so I'd expect a dull life for the next week after moving in. Guess it won't be that bad - would be with the other 2 housemates that in my opinion was suppose to stay (including me) together in the first place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been a fly buzzing around my life lately - incredibly irritating I suppose and persistent as well. Well, let's see if moving away would get rid of it. Also, the fly wanted to be mentioned in this blog - so I'll just do it now, yes it's you Khai Ven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll remember to take more pictures with my already dusty camera, till next time - I promise more pictures to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-2019876712298266701?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/2019876712298266701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=2019876712298266701&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/2019876712298266701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/2019876712298266701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2009/09/leaving-london.html' title='Leaving London'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-4608136010694410281</id><published>2009-09-03T14:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T14:19:36.149+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Update*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's Kent trip was a waste of time... OMG - so stressed up... 2 cans of beer did nothing to relieve the stress...&lt;br /&gt;Hope tomorrow's will be much better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - Yes I'm heading off there again... ARGH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-4608136010694410281?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/4608136010694410281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=4608136010694410281&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/4608136010694410281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/4608136010694410281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2009/09/update-yesterdays-kent-trip-was-waste.html' title=''/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-5289842421883189470</id><published>2009-09-02T00:52:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T02:08:07.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'>News and updates</title><content type='html'>I seriously have no more idea on what to put in the title section... A couple of updates first :&lt;br /&gt;-I'm moving away FROM London for a year, to enjoy the country life, something I've not done in my life.&lt;br /&gt;- Will post another chapter in my story soon.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm still stressed but I was reminded where to put all my stress away, glad that it's working.&lt;br /&gt;- I need a beer, then again, don't we all? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... where do I start? Let's start with something I read just recently...&lt;br /&gt;According to good ol' Bloomberg,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Walt Disney Co., the world’s biggest media company, outflanked Hollywood competitors while enhancing its film lineup with the $4 billion acquisition of comic-book pioneer Marvel Entertainment Inc."&lt;br /&gt;"Acquiring Marvel also gives Disney the right to deprive its rivals of access to more than 5,000 Marvel characters that aren’t already in use..."&lt;br /&gt;"Spider-Man and other Marvel characters may begin to appear alongside Mickey Mouse and Buzz Lightyear by next year in parades at Disneyland in Anaheim, California and the adjacent California Adventure..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Sp29vhZecoI/AAAAAAAAA2M/aadUWxCRhTA/s1600-h/Ice-Shaun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Sp29vhZecoI/AAAAAAAAA2M/aadUWxCRhTA/s400/Ice-Shaun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376662154266964610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spider-Man, Mickey, Buzz and a wolverine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already looking forward to going to Disneyland, imagine the Hulk running rampant there scaring all the kids away... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in the news,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Google mail crash: millions of users across the world affected &lt;/h1&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Millions of Google mail users across the world have been unable to access the    service for several hours, the company has confirmed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is exactly why I use Yahoo mail... hahahha&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo Mail - 1, Gmail - 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Engineer Director,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;We're still investigating the root cause of this outage, and we'll share more information soon. Thanks for bearing with us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they still have no idea on what went wrong... hmmm, just cause I feel like it, I'll give Yahoo another point for this, so the final score is...&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo Mail - 2, Gmail - 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my current &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FB Watch&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I got tagged in 7 photos. In one particular one, where there's two ppl (me included), someone commented that 1 of us looked good... and that person wasn't me... Sigh - is life slumping for me already?&lt;br /&gt;I was at the Notting Hill Carnival just recently, and I just realised that I had a total of ZERO pictures taken of myself... despite my nickname of Poser... another slump in my life...&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to tag myself in one of the photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Sp3C5Z23aBI/AAAAAAAAA2U/o3OJk8cetSo/s1600-h/FB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Sp3C5Z23aBI/AAAAAAAAA2U/o3OJk8cetSo/s400/FB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376667821599582226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I'm the cool guy in red playing some metal drums, yeap - was sooo glad to be a part of the carnival, lolz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw an RO wedding... weird... lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost 2am and I need to go to Kent tomorrow... so Good night for now.. zzZZZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-5289842421883189470?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/5289842421883189470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=5289842421883189470&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/5289842421883189470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/5289842421883189470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2009/09/news-and-updates.html' title='News and updates'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Sp29vhZecoI/AAAAAAAAA2M/aadUWxCRhTA/s72-c/Ice-Shaun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-3635416898245331706</id><published>2009-08-24T17:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:02:19.445+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger Management? Stress Management?</title><content type='html'>Getting your visa done is a pain in the behind - seriously. So many documents, so much troubles, all so that you can study for just ONE more year. Sigh... troublesome - ARRGGHH!!! In so much stress at the moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the expectations that I put unto myself,&lt;br /&gt;all the expectations that I think others (that matter) are putting on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all suffocating me to a point where I feel like I must consume alcohol to find temporary numbness from the world. Well that worked - until it landed me into a bad sore throat, now what?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, bout the expectations that others put on me? I seriously don't care... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DONT CARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and another thing, my housemate is addicted to that song as well! I dont care eeh eeh eeh eeh eeh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On my facebook watch today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much! a friend posted up an album about her other friends posing with each other which overall is kept in that album as a memory of them being friends... altogether. And in the midst of all of that there were some mash potatoes and broccoli(s).&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I don't get is that so many people are addicted to some of these applications on fb, Barn Buddy, Sunshine Garden and Farmville. Apparently people just like the idea of managing their own farm, whether it be feeding the animals, pulling carrots or watering the potato patches. Are you serious? Come on - there must be some better game somewhere. I think it's because of the city life, it must be it... such a depriving life that everyone there just wants to do what farmers do everyday...&lt;br /&gt;I think if you'd give farmers some computer and get them onto fb, they'll be playing Investment Banker Buddy, Stockexchange Market and Auditville.&lt;br /&gt;And I got tagged as a Yam Cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SpMYh0R0xkI/AAAAAAAAA2E/N3Z480T701w/s1600-h/latest_universe1130am2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SpMYh0R0xkI/AAAAAAAAA2E/N3Z480T701w/s400/latest_universe1130am2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373665749631288898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a girl screaming her head off because someone tried to steal her crown...&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine - it's Miss Venezuela winning the Miss Universe pageant.. (taken from theStar), you see? this is exactly the reason I want to go to that country since the tender age of ... 19. Ok so not so young then but still, a kid can dream. Year after year, Venezuela has done nothing but produced some of the finest women a man can lay his eyes own. No matter how shallow that sounded you have to admit that there's some truth in that statement... sigh, need to save up some money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, getting on to my title - well the first part at least. It's disappointing but in the past few weeks, I've gotten angry at more people that I ever have in my entire life. And I don't mean the sort of anger that disappears after a day (that one I have loads of), I'm meaning the kind that sticks to you and keeps on fanning your temper to a point that you just can't take it. Then you realise that you're just thinking about that person, you've haven't even gotten to the point of seeing that person. And then you chill out, calm down... but then, the thought comes back again - and that very cycle also pisses me off... well, being a sensible person, I seeked help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to a website,&lt;br /&gt;Breathe deeply from your diaphragm (just below your lungs) in long, slow breaths to give your heartbeat a chance to slow down. This breathing technique may help you feel more relaxed:  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; sit or lie in a comfortable position &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; take a deep breath in &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; hold this and count to three &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; slowly breathe out &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; continue this until you feel more relaxed &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; you can then carry on with what you were doing but with a calmer frame of mind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Ok, so I have to admit that it sounds like I was reading from a pregnancy website - I wasn't OK, my mind is still clear and straight. Hahaha, it's funny though cos I did actually double checked to make sure that it really wasn't a pregnancy website. I wasn't really expecting something to come out... errr, but that's not the point. so I did just that - lied down, breathed really slowly. It didn't really calm me down at first but then I closed my eyes just to make me relax even more. At that point it was actually working... until I feel asleep. Woke up the next morning and realised that I feel asleep trying to overcome my anger - so... that's not very practical isn't it? I mean, I freaking don't want to sleep everytime I think of those people... ARGH!! and now it pisses me off again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AARRRGGGHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - I usually drink alcohol to calm myself down.&lt;br /&gt;PSS - I can't cos I have a really bad sore throat at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;PSS - crap....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-3635416898245331706?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/3635416898245331706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=3635416898245331706&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/3635416898245331706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/3635416898245331706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2009/08/anger-management-stress-management.html' title='Anger Management? Stress Management?'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SpMYh0R0xkI/AAAAAAAAA2E/N3Z480T701w/s72-c/latest_universe1130am2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-7548850408851554881</id><published>2009-08-21T22:43:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:02:56.939+01:00</updated><title type='text'>When the owner finally finds some time...</title><content type='html'>I seriously think I'm not fit to be a blogger - Haha - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DONT CARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, just a couple of news to the people who still visit my blog (thanks) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Me and Michelle got together - thanks a lot for all the sympathetic messages but we got back together - thanks for the messages still though. Glad to know I still have friends - Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;- I got a First class honours! and all my exemptions for my actuarial qualification! So glad and happy about that - Thank God for that... cos I really didn't think I was smart enough for that&lt;br /&gt;- My mum and bro came and gone - for my graduation of course, had fun with them - it was all good.&lt;br /&gt;- Just confirmed a place in Kent, so I'm officially not homeless anymore for the next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough with all the news and all, I'm just gonna ramble about things that comes up in my head..&lt;br /&gt;Graduation was fun - brief but fun, tonnes of pictures were taken with friends that are probably scattered all around UK, Malaysia and Singapore now... fun - here's a Dorky looking me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/So8XeEdCWOI/AAAAAAAAA10/hECMaooMZa4/s1600-h/5969_1181185725018_1089433381_30558186_7189749_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/So8XeEdCWOI/AAAAAAAAA10/hECMaooMZa4/s400/5969_1181185725018_1089433381_30558186_7189749_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372538685835335906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahaha - I'm just laughing at myself now, seriously I looked so !@##@%$@# dorky here!!! and here's the best part, I actually paid 30 pounds for it. Wow - seriously, I got cheated here man... ok ok, let me try to make myself feel better - maybe the picture isn't THAT bad, let me take another look...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Nope - it's super dorky, hahahahahaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, then we had our summer boat party - thanks to everyone who came, and I'm sooo sorry that everyone on the boat had to see this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/So8YJv0wnhI/AAAAAAAAA18/XiPqV5FwAko/s1600-h/6220_254725315569_753445569_8194863_5435740_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/So8YJv0wnhI/AAAAAAAAA18/XiPqV5FwAko/s400/6220_254725315569_753445569_8194863_5435740_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372539436211936786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Damn I look so hot (and gay) here, sorry for posing indecently here - might have been the alcohol and the 1 hour long streak of emotional songs, that one would be courtesy of Lehong's POOR choice of songs for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - I'm sure Michelle will get jealous of this pic&lt;br /&gt;PSS - Pretty sure she'll get pissed for me mentioned her and the picture&lt;br /&gt;PSSS - Hahahaha kena la for sure now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DONT CARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing on facebook today - saw some pictures. Tell me if you think this is weird, imagine a clubbing event with these people :&lt;br /&gt;1. Your junior from LSE&lt;br /&gt;2. Your cousin&lt;br /&gt;3. Your ex secondary school mate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hooo - weird, I'm even getting goosebumps now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're feeling bored and have absolutely nothing to do - leave a comment on this blog - that's nice to read once in a while...&lt;br /&gt;If not, why not message me on facebook - I seem to have lot of space in my inbox. It's like a bottomless pit of cyberspace storage... really wanna see how many messages it can actually hold in.&lt;br /&gt;Alternately if you really hate me (don't worry, you're not alone) and don't feel like messaging me at ALL... check out this site...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://15malaysia.com/"&gt;http://15malaysia.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has a really cool picture of a camera lens, with a cute comment : Just dont eat the damn guava.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know. It is a really random comment - why guava? why not durian? Well, after much thought - it's because we Malaysians LOVE durian and would pick a durian over a guava anyday. So why bother filling up your stomaches with guava - that'll just make you less able to eat more durian. So don't eat the damn guava, eat the durian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so I might be wrong - who knows? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DONT CARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, check out the site - lots of my friends are already a fan via facebook, I'm a fan as well but I'm just too darn lazy to click on the "Become a fan" button. There's a total of 15 short films in which 3 already have been released. Here's a synopsis... a really short one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First is hilarious - brilliantly funny.&lt;br /&gt;Second is like a deleted scene from Sepet.&lt;br /&gt;Third relates Islam, commerce and trees together in a narration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be wondering now why do I keep saying I DONT CARE? cos it's a song I've been addicted to... check it out and if you don't like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DONT CARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y3lR8VrR11U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y3lR8VrR11U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-7548850408851554881?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/7548850408851554881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=7548850408851554881&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/7548850408851554881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/7548850408851554881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-owner-finally-finds-some-time.html' title='When the owner finally finds some time...'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/So8XeEdCWOI/AAAAAAAAA10/hECMaooMZa4/s72-c/5969_1181185725018_1089433381_30558186_7189749_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-6792799008145609252</id><published>2009-07-05T00:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T00:25:03.115+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A word or two</title><content type='html'>I really am not emo anymore! seriously, I think I have recovered and am ready to be myself again. For those in the dark, I recently broke up and was emo for a couple of days - not anymore I'm actually fine and am looking forward to shopping in Harrod's! They have a sale - according to Ashley..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea - I am ok, used to be emo but now am ok, oh funny thing is, I was sooooo darn emo yesterday night and all for a different reason. I was watching episode 52 of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Family_outing"&gt;Family outing&lt;/a&gt; - the one where Chun Hee and Yejin leaves! OMG - soooo sad to see them leave the family. My heart just broke shattered and turn to microscopic pieces when they were watching the video... ah, so sad - the family would never be the same without them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more will there be Chunderella, being bossed around by stepmother Kim - and I agree that the best moment was when he washed the radish with soap... hahaahahahah No more will there be savage killer Yejin, how will the family continue to prepare the fish? Though on the bright side - the new family, Park Si Yeon, looks damn CHUN... I will continue watching Family Outing no matter what!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, went off topic there... erm, firstly - many thanks to those who sent sms-es and those who offered some words of comfort, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thanks&lt;/span&gt; a lot for those. I'll have to agree that being single again after over 2.5 years is going to take some time to get used to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK next - to those who bitched behind my back about what kind of bf I was to my ex, to those who still claim that I am emo after numerous times of me saying I'm not and to those who misjudged me or jumped to a conclusion about the kind of person I am... Go and F*ck yourself. Honestly, I don't appreciate what you're doing and I don't care if I don't ever see you again - so if you notice that I'm sort of avoiding you, then that's probably you... either that or I just really don't want to see you, lol (maybe face problem?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To these people, I have one more thing to say and I read this off a sign when I was in Greece, laughed my head off just reading it - I really should have bought that sign... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so.. to you people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"May the fleas of a thousand camels infest your crotch and may your arms be too short to scratch it..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, seriously lame...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-6792799008145609252?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/6792799008145609252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=6792799008145609252&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/6792799008145609252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/6792799008145609252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2009/07/word-or-two.html' title='A word or two'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-5520717729208080986</id><published>2009-07-02T17:51:00.016+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T18:57:24.188+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The heat wave</title><content type='html'>London has reached Bangkok's level of heat and according to BBC - in one case, 4 dogs died in a car... the cause? They were boiled alive... OMG If it were to happen in Vietnam then it's dinner done for the family but here, nope. I pity the owners but yea I pity the dogs even more. Sad way to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for me I have a stand fan working almost all the time I'm in the room, to my room seems to be doing just fine. I really don't dare to go out and play in the sun cos seriously - it's freaking hot right now and the only place I can find some relief would be the shopping malls (hence the Westfield visit and the purchasing of the soon to be cooked Ostrich egg).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I mentioned earlier that I won't talk about the Wimbledon trip but I feel like I should do otherwise - I mean it's currently on going and I should say something about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started off with an amazingly early trip with the tube to Wimbledon, which upon arrival - we got off and headed off to a large field to line up to get tickets (you'd get a ticket with a number). The number I got was 7787 - which meant about 7786 people would go in before I did. We were there from about 8.45am... we reached the end of the line at about 12.45pm. So yea, a long wait - and a lot of time wasting. You would think that I would then have entered the arena and started watching tennis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong... being Malaysians, there must be at least ONE person late - and because of that he got a larger number. Lehong got 82 something something. 500 places behind... OMG -_-;; Being the one least interested in tennis, I opted to stay behind to wait with him - we had emo talks for about 2 hours before finally one of the stewards let us in. God bless him! He was such a nice old man, may he have a long and prosperous life ahead :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we got in and then began our Wimbledon journey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Skzo7Q6rL4I/AAAAAAAAAzs/LkmRx9Z6zjM/s1600-h/DSCF1146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Skzo7Q6rL4I/AAAAAAAAAzs/LkmRx9Z6zjM/s400/DSCF1146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353910161887670146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The time that we got in - it's a Rolex, the official sponsor for time keeping for Wimbledon 09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SkzpT7IqzpI/AAAAAAAAAz0/lVOte1MZT4E/s1600-h/DSCF1149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SkzpT7IqzpI/AAAAAAAAAz0/lVOte1MZT4E/s400/DSCF1149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353910585537515154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check out his butt posture, it's so interesting to see them serve... this was our first match, a pretty close one - and from where we were seating, we could see how fast the balls were travelling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SkzptfCLj6I/AAAAAAAAAz8/2ohREecOrTI/s1600-h/DSCF1147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SkzptfCLj6I/AAAAAAAAAz8/2ohREecOrTI/s400/DSCF1147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353911024670707618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The seating here was pretty chilled out - with people just relaxing on the lawn, enjoying the game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Skzqd-Ry2ZI/AAAAAAAAA0E/4ZH-yMMG9-A/s1600-h/DSCF1154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Skzqd-Ry2ZI/AAAAAAAAA0E/4ZH-yMMG9-A/s400/DSCF1154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353911857691416978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the first court that we were on... Delgado and Marray won in the end... But the real highlight of the game was this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SkzrPmu6bgI/AAAAAAAAA0M/-uy5LCYJmt8/s1600-h/DSCF1159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SkzrPmu6bgI/AAAAAAAAA0M/-uy5LCYJmt8/s400/DSCF1159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353912710364556802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ball picker... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Skzr6jgvN9I/AAAAAAAAA0U/yuUpzO3_lBs/s1600-h/DSCF1161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Skzr6jgvN9I/AAAAAAAAA0U/yuUpzO3_lBs/s400/DSCF1161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353913448234170322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We... stayed until the end of the game of course... we really enjoyed this game here... the first - the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Skzs5ZosiwI/AAAAAAAAA0c/_4m20rmhl6Q/s1600-h/DSCF1164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Skzs5ZosiwI/AAAAAAAAA0c/_4m20rmhl6Q/s400/DSCF1164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353914527914953474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had pizzas for lunch afterwards... and then - Beer! nothing else beats it in such a hot weather...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then proceeded to do some solo shots... introducing - the Group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SkztdGy3WRI/AAAAAAAAA0k/BHX6g_ggIAc/s1600-h/DSCF1165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SkztdGy3WRI/AAAAAAAAA0k/BHX6g_ggIAc/s400/DSCF1165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353915141332621586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lehong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Skztv5Vj9xI/AAAAAAAAA0s/joTVcKXN0Uw/s1600-h/DSCF1166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Skztv5Vj9xI/AAAAAAAAA0s/joTVcKXN0Uw/s400/DSCF1166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353915464137570066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kwok Wei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SkzwbLAQqzI/AAAAAAAAA00/rbUpGMAWxT8/s1600-h/DSCF1169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SkzwbLAQqzI/AAAAAAAAA00/rbUpGMAWxT8/s400/DSCF1169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353918406637693746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Khai Ven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SkzxdUmMW2I/AAAAAAAAA08/kqARLybFSqc/s1600-h/DSCF1168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SkzxdUmMW2I/AAAAAAAAA08/kqARLybFSqc/s400/DSCF1168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353919543084079970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ice Shaun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SkzyVAos_cI/AAAAAAAAA1E/V_g1P0LHKco/s1600-h/DSCF1173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SkzyVAos_cI/AAAAAAAAA1E/V_g1P0LHKco/s400/DSCF1173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353920499798572482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next match - ladies are up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Skzy4mZ-T_I/AAAAAAAAA1M/PMP3jenhoVg/s1600-h/DSCF1178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Skzy4mZ-T_I/AAAAAAAAA1M/PMP3jenhoVg/s400/DSCF1178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353921111232761842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The serve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SkzzIrK_XJI/AAAAAAAAA1U/fY3faHey8jU/s1600-h/DSCF1189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SkzzIrK_XJI/AAAAAAAAA1U/fY3faHey8jU/s400/DSCF1189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353921387390000274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The return...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SkzzZY-ZbWI/AAAAAAAAA1c/sMegOsXBAAc/s1600-h/DSCF1190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SkzzZY-ZbWI/AAAAAAAAA1c/sMegOsXBAAc/s400/DSCF1190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353921674563120482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SkzzshohkoI/AAAAAAAAA1k/oEy9-VBcHXs/s1600-h/DSCF1195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SkzzshohkoI/AAAAAAAAA1k/oEy9-VBcHXs/s400/DSCF1195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353922003304813186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall - it was fun to get out of the house, fun outing... Thanks KV for the invite. Btw, there were 3 other people in the outing (michelle, eevien, changjin) but they went off and did their own thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, here's the pic that defines the trip for us... The Wimbledon Pose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Skz0PfpOOSI/AAAAAAAAA1s/X9UmzxvwjW4/s1600-h/Wimbledon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Skz0PfpOOSI/AAAAAAAAA1s/X9UmzxvwjW4/s400/Wimbledon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353922604066289954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lehong with the serve...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KV with the forehand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ice with the backhand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kwok with the slice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-5520717729208080986?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/5520717729208080986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=5520717729208080986&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/5520717729208080986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/5520717729208080986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2009/07/heat-wave.html' title='The heat wave'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Skzo7Q6rL4I/AAAAAAAAAzs/LkmRx9Z6zjM/s72-c/DSCF1146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-7105507940731533442</id><published>2009-07-01T11:19:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T11:37:55.497+01:00</updated><title type='text'>When you're bored...</title><content type='html'>...and when the weather reached an extreme heat of 31 degrees Celsius, you definitely will go to a shopping mall. In this case, we were off to Westfield. It's no where near &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 U&lt;/span&gt;tama back at home but it's better than nothing and like all shopping mall - there's air con!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the time spent there were on window shopping, I personally didn't have anything to buy there, until we went to Waitrose that is. It's a super cool big supermarket that sells authentic stuff as well. And guess what? We got an Ostrich Egg! hahaha - big ass egg that is equivalent to 24 large hen eggs. I got lehong to stand on the egg and we did it right in the shopping mall! Lucky it didn't break (if it did, it would be all over the carpet that we were standing on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we plan to drill a hole, get the egg out and make several egg dishes with it. Now I'm googling around to see what egg dishes we should be cooking - I'm thinking scrambled eggs with omelette with steamed eggs and probably egg fried rice. hahahaha, we're going to be sooo sick of eggs later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got some Innocence drinks (cos I'm soo innocent) cos it was really cheap there, wanted to try a new flavour... so I went all out to get this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Sks54FGloGI/AAAAAAAAAzU/Ibgdg8NbwOY/s1600-h/bot_pin_ban_coc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 369px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Sks54FGloGI/AAAAAAAAAzU/Ibgdg8NbwOY/s400/bot_pin_ban_coc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353436217665232994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks like a weird combination at first, this drinks actually taste pretty good. For those who can't seem to get their hands on this wonderfully healthy drink, you might want to try mixing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Sks6hfpSuLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/hbV-6KtOqXM/s1600-h/Ingredients.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Sks6hfpSuLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/hbV-6KtOqXM/s400/Ingredients.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353436929164753074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taken from &lt;a href="http://www.innocentdrinks.co.uk/things_we_make/smoothies/pine_ban_coco/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it works cos they added no preservative or flavoring, so if you get the ratio right - it'll probably taste the same.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that day, I felt like drinking (alcohol) for some reason, for simplicity I'll just blame it on the hot weather... I ended up the day drinking from Westfield all the way to Rosebery... 4 whole bottles of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Sks7bX3mlJI/AAAAAAAAAzk/qxeromUzGmg/s1600-h/aspall.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Sks7bX3mlJI/AAAAAAAAAzk/qxeromUzGmg/s400/aspall.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353437923509703826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Got a little high at the last bottle - ended up making everyone lose in a board game that we were playing. I seem to be playing board games lately (no not the lame monopoly one), I think it's a good way to get my mind of things... but that by no means show that I'm good at it, I seem to have a good consistency of achieving last place in most of the games that I play... hahaha - probably was not meant to be good at it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seems to be like a drink post, with different kinds being featured here. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - I won't blog about Greece or Wimbledon trips cos I think facebook has pretty much covered them already, suffice to say, those trips were pretty fun... with good company around me during that time. Thanks guys for the good times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let it all be immortalised in our memories and may we create more in the future...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-7105507940731533442?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/7105507940731533442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=7105507940731533442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/7105507940731533442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/7105507940731533442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-youre-bored.html' title='When you&apos;re bored...'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Sks54FGloGI/AAAAAAAAAzU/Ibgdg8NbwOY/s72-c/bot_pin_ban_coc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-738709336580676827</id><published>2009-06-28T20:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:18:18.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Time freezes</title><content type='html'>Ok - so I tried to sleep.. thought I was tired enough to take a nap, suffice to say, I thought wrong. I'm up, I'm bored and I need do to something to get my mind of things... What am I to do? Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start with making dinner... *blank*&lt;br /&gt;haha - and I can see that the quality (whatever's left of it) of my writing seemed to have deteriorate to the point where I find it extremely hilarious for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw it - pasta tonight, then I'm out roaming the streets for London alone - now that the journey of over 2 and a half years have ended, maybe loneliness is what I deserve/need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I really do hope I stop writing short random posts...&lt;br /&gt;- I need to pack my room&lt;br /&gt;- Why is it that the weather is so hot only upto the point where I set up my Stand Fan in my room? Life is cruel sometimes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-738709336580676827?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/738709336580676827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=738709336580676827&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/738709336580676827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/738709336580676827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-freezes.html' title='Time freezes'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-2147569177284947458</id><published>2009-06-28T16:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T17:02:15.739+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ShineDown - Second Chance</title><content type='html'>Really like this song at the moment... it's been on repeat since forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5m_KjL4OYkM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5m_KjL4OYkM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Goodbye is a Second Chance...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-2147569177284947458?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/2147569177284947458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=2147569177284947458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/2147569177284947458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/2147569177284947458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2009/06/shinedown-second-chance.html' title='ShineDown - Second Chance'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-7806526473304565902</id><published>2009-06-28T16:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T16:16:31.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What if the whole world thinks ill of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to do - so I was depressed and anxiety swallowed me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired and drained, it finally took a kid's play to answer my question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It doesn't matter what others think of me, as long as the Spirit of the Lord is with me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God sometimes answers the most complicated questions with the simplest of answers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here, embracing the temporary loneliness, the same question creeps up again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I answer back with a question...  So What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a slight smile, I leaned back and rested - finally a moment of peace after days of confusion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-7806526473304565902?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/7806526473304565902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=7806526473304565902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/7806526473304565902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/7806526473304565902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-if-whole-world-thinks-ill-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-5532376922329059720</id><published>2009-06-23T21:34:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T13:55:22.672+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Transformers 2 (Spoiler Ahead)</title><content type='html'>The next movie was Transformers 2 : Revenge of the Fallen... on the IMAX! managed to get tickets to watch it on the bigger screen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SkE9Tj6MI3I/AAAAAAAAAzM/DqbWTcgWW9w/s1600-h/transformers-2-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SkE9Tj6MI3I/AAAAAAAAAzM/DqbWTcgWW9w/s400/transformers-2-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350625238558974834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok - so where do I start? Let's be nice and start of with the plot... Same as before... The Decepticons still want to find another source of energy for their survival but now it is revealed that their under the rule of a Prime called The Fallen. Apparently the Primes are a decesdants of a race of superior robots and the last 'remaining' Prime is of course Optimus. Decepticons tries to get the new source of energy but then the Autobots stop them and peace is achieved again - temporarily. Of course, in the midst of that - Optimus dies while fighting 3 other Decepticons then gets revived to take out The Fallen. Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie attempts desperately to please the die-hard fans of Transformers by showing more robots fighting than the previous movie. So much so that it look extremely fake - possibly like a scene of Terminator : Salvation? I don't know - will compare it when I do watch the Terminator movie. Also, it is so disgustingly obvious that the movie is trying to show the superiority of Optimus Prime and the US Military. I mean seriously, I actually thought Optimus and Megatron was as good, or OK - Optimus might be slightly better. But taking on Megatron, Star Scream and some unknown Decepticon all at once? That's just too much. Yea he got killed - but's that's after he tore off Star Screams arm and completely ripped apart the unknown Decepticon's head. Sad. Plus - after his revival, he completely annihilated The Fallen who supposedly is a Prime as well with out even getting a scratch on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some battle statistics, in the whole movie the Decepticons probably had over 30 and the Autobots may have just about 10... All the Decepticons dies - except for Megatron and Star Scream but the Autobots have zero casualty? Are the Decepticons bloody made out of plastic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US military scores a millions points in this movie - most significant achievement being taking down 13 Decepticons in one battle. I mean I thought these were alien technologies that existed long before mankind even developed fire? And they get taken down by a bazooka? Sigh... Best part? The giant Decepticon made out of 5/6 freaking big vehicles, it's so big that Optimus probably is only as big as its arm. So it climbs up the pyramids to suck some stone out and gets taken down by who? The US military... did they use all their ammunitions? Nope - just one shot... ONE BLOODY SHOT from a rail gun... and the big metal beast falls to its doom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, this movie is obviously trying to please the die-hard fans of Transformers who had been following the old cartoon series up to now... The plot? sucks, The enemies are made of plastic and Optimus looks like Rambo or the Scorpion King who can take out an entire army if he has to. Watch it only if you're a die-hard fan, you're an Optimus fan or you just like to see Megan Fox wearing a low cut top running for her dear life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Part - Megan Fox's hot sizzling body on the BIG SCREEN...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-5532376922329059720?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/5532376922329059720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=5532376922329059720&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/5532376922329059720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/5532376922329059720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2009/06/transformers-2-spoiler-ahead.html' title='Transformers 2 (Spoiler Ahead)'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SkE9Tj6MI3I/AAAAAAAAAzM/DqbWTcgWW9w/s72-c/transformers-2-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-961794696730092509</id><published>2009-06-23T21:17:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T21:33:33.238+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>The Hangover (Spoiler Ahead)</title><content type='html'>Let's start of proper blogging with some reviews - managed to catch 2 movies in one day, the first being... The Hangover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SkE4yAEHpBI/AAAAAAAAAzE/aNa4U-hJLLc/s1600-h/1-hangover-binks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SkE4yAEHpBI/AAAAAAAAAzE/aNa4U-hJLLc/s400/1-hangover-binks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350620263954752530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one was a random decision - it was a choice between the hangover or Dan Brown's Angels and Demons. But with the help of the tomato-meter and a whopping score of 78% over Dan's movie of 38%, the obvious choice was The Hangover. But was it a mistake to choose this show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not, from the start to end, this show managed to keep me wanting more. Unlike most slap stick comedy, this one actually has an interesting and unpredictable plot. Throw in a consistent flow of jokes (some pretty dirty) and you have a winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is about a group of 4 guys leaving their homes to invade Las Vegas for a bachelor party. One of them (Doug I think), is getting married soon and so begins their night of sinful pleasure... The next day, 3 of them wake up from their hangovers and finds out that their friend Doug is missing. Searching high and low with absolutely no clue to what happened the night before, they try their best to find their friend and get him to his wedding - that's happening the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny Dirty Stupid and yet in the weirdest of way, Makes full sense. Watch it if you're overly stressed in life and want to watch something funny but at the same time better than the likes of 'Dude, where's my care'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Part&lt;/span&gt; : When they made the little baby jerk off... Hahaa - the baby's face... Priceless..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-961794696730092509?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/961794696730092509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=961794696730092509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/961794696730092509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/961794696730092509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2009/06/hangover-spoiler-ahead.html' title='The Hangover (Spoiler Ahead)'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SkE4yAEHpBI/AAAAAAAAAzE/aNa4U-hJLLc/s72-c/1-hangover-binks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-3709680624538952122</id><published>2009-06-10T18:18:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T18:35:16.916+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom For A Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Good :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally free from exams - the last two months seemed like an eternity and I'm soo glad that it's all over! Muahaha - It felt so much like someone freed me from my shackles and now the world shall tremble upon my freedom! *crazy lunatic music playing in the background*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blog shall resume regular posting... don't you just love some new crap to read from time to time ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall finally carry on with my story - I actually thought of the next 5 chapters will studying - says a lot of how much time I waste in the library eh? hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's probably a bazillion things (mostly outdated) to post about as I have so much to tell about what happened in the past 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather's getting warmer !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can finally burn and throw all my notes AWAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping !! Wahaha, new  beach pants and shirt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Bad : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving for Greece tomorrow for about a week, so won't be blogging then (heh, just when I said I'll blog regularly lolz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My finger is swollen - cos of basketball...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to wash my hair yesterday with only one hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only one Oreo packet left in my room :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Ugly :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Si_udlCNbZI/AAAAAAAAAy0/WAqiAIuDShM/s1600-h/Childrens_Footwear_Kids_Crocs_Cayman_Shoes_Sandals_Red.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 339px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Si_udlCNbZI/AAAAAAAAAy0/WAqiAIuDShM/s400/Childrens_Footwear_Kids_Crocs_Cayman_Shoes_Sandals_Red.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345753474637065618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Beautiful :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Si_uhzt8gXI/AAAAAAAAAy8/Ix3ZdP1tT9M/s1600-h/Childrens_Footwear_Kids_Crocs_Cayman_Shoes_Sandals_Yellow.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 339px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Si_uhzt8gXI/AAAAAAAAAy8/Ix3ZdP1tT9M/s400/Childrens_Footwear_Kids_Crocs_Cayman_Shoes_Sandals_Yellow.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345753547298079090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha - hope I won't get too tanned, I'm already Tan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-3709680624538952122?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/3709680624538952122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=3709680624538952122&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/3709680624538952122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/3709680624538952122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2009/06/freedom-for-moment.html' title='Freedom For A Moment'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Si_udlCNbZI/AAAAAAAAAy0/WAqiAIuDShM/s72-c/Childrens_Footwear_Kids_Crocs_Cayman_Shoes_Sandals_Red.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-2696779012433187395</id><published>2009-04-26T22:24:00.028+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T00:25:57.615+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of Easter (Long post)</title><content type='html'>It's finally over! Easter - and so begins the dreaded period of any student's life. Exams! It's weird really, final day of the Easter break and everyone seems to have left home early from the library. I'm no exception. Thus to waste my precious time because I just don't have the mood to study at the moment, I will update! A promise to commit at least 90 minutes to updating this beloved blog of mine... Let's do this picture style! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amsterdam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was really interesting. My first taste of what's it like being way above the clouds. I was so light headed I swore I felt like flying high in the sky. So this is what Superman feels all the time. Most of your senses get so distorted... seriously, that's a one of a kind feeling. Really enjoyed my time there. It started off with us arriving at the station - in the city centre of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTTey1cHqI/AAAAAAAAAwA/s4_m63A1gNs/s1600-h/A1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTTey1cHqI/AAAAAAAAAwA/s4_m63A1gNs/s400/A1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329116785081589410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTTqKE5wAI/AAAAAAAAAwI/ouHZRYYUsNU/s1600-h/A2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTTqKE5wAI/AAAAAAAAAwI/ouHZRYYUsNU/s400/A2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329116980299022338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the usual routine to travellers : Check in, leave your luggages and get out for some fun! Managed to catch a 'free' tour that brought us around the city whilst educating about the rich history that brought Amsterdam to where she is now. Ironically some of the best parts of the tours were right at where we were earlier - our hostel that we checked in. Located just outside the street of our hostel's entrance were... these beautiful works of art...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTUfP1GZYI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/cbIdZomU0W4/s1600-h/A3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTUfP1GZYI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/cbIdZomU0W4/s400/A3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329117892376421762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The natural mating process&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTU1h5qEII/AAAAAAAAAwY/5z9isf2D2Xw/s1600-h/A4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTU1h5qEII/AAAAAAAAAwY/5z9isf2D2Xw/s400/A4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329118275184496770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The BJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTVWsHl56I/AAAAAAAAAwg/n-harPf4n34/s1600-h/A5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTVWsHl56I/AAAAAAAAAwg/n-harPf4n34/s400/A5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329118844862982050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Stripper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's a little background on drinking rules - just for those who don't know. You can't bloody drink in public in London.. period. If you get caught and you seem like a dumb lost tourist (if you're not, act like one!) the police would probably let you off with a stern warning. So yea you can't drink in public at all - not even hold a can of beer in the streets. Try not to do that when the cops are roaming around, and trust me, they do that quite often.&lt;br /&gt;Bout things back at Msia, not too sure whether you're allowed to drink in public. Some of my friends claim that you can't drink in public in Msia as well, but heck - I've been chucking down beers in parks before. Anyways, what about in Amsterdam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3145/2692457910_e9c510e088.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 350px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3145/2692457910_e9c510e088.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No! awww... hahaha - but check out the third no's - No peeing on the streets. Apparently they used to have lots of problems with people overdrinking and running off to the corner of a building to let go. Well, these problems were mostly associated to guys (ah well). The government then came up with ways to stop this problem, one of which was to install an anti public peeing device...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTY9ozff-I/AAAAAAAAAwo/tsUo41CiXP0/s1600-h/A6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTY9ozff-I/AAAAAAAAAwo/tsUo41CiXP0/s400/A6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329122812523151330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This supposedly would 'bounce' your piss back onto yourself or flow down to your shoes - thus preventing you from your relief. Does it work? I didn't try... or at least even if I did.. I wouldn't tell you what happened later on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered why fast food were called fast food? Simply because of it's efficiency both in terms of serving the food to you and for you to consume it. Quick, simple and obviously... fast. But Amsterdam has brought fast food to another level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTa4qXYIjI/AAAAAAAAAww/yRejlbjQ9dA/s1600-h/A9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTa4qXYIjI/AAAAAAAAAww/yRejlbjQ9dA/s400/A9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329124926066008626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Introducing... Febo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTbQEUfisI/AAAAAAAAAw4/yg-2UsZaGPw/s1600-h/A10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTbQEUfisI/AAAAAAAAAw4/yg-2UsZaGPw/s400/A10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329125328170224322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTb1mBcYMI/AAAAAAAAAxA/8vX2FydMdBg/s1600-h/A11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTb1mBcYMI/AAAAAAAAAxA/8vX2FydMdBg/s400/A11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329125972872290498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK, so all the burgers/snacks/fried stuff are kept in dispensing machines that would let you have your burger for a small amount - it's relatively cheap compared to all the other restaurants around. I had 3 burgers after getting high, something about getting high that just empties your stomach really quickly. Lolz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly - let me talk about our hostel. Our beloved hostel. I just found out when I got to the place. Deep in the heart of the red light district, right in the centre of all the fornification, all the sins - surrounded by all the prostitutes advertising their (amazingly hot) bodies... was our hostel, a Christian Hostel. Ironic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTdBxJZooI/AAAAAAAAAxI/BDgLh9ZkLgE/s1600-h/A12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTdBxJZooI/AAAAAAAAAxI/BDgLh9ZkLgE/s400/A12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329127281528513154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After all that I've done there - I really hope He still does...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frankfurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of some complication, I came here alone... :-(&lt;br /&gt;My photos in the Frankfurt Zoo - can be seen in my fb, it's all about animals so I won't bother mentioning them here. All in all - it was fun to see cute lil animals trapped in captivity deprived from their rightful freedom to exist in their natural habitat. I'm being sarcastic... heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that trip - I managed to get to the Main Tower, the only tower that's publicly open for people to see the city from a higher perspective. Suffice to say, it was cold - The winds were blowing ever so strongly - my hands were shivering non stop, they turned blue at one point I think. Ok, so they didn't, but it's a possibility... but the view? Amazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTgnhiVlWI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/LaZbtlYaG28/s1600-h/F6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTgnhiVlWI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/LaZbtlYaG28/s400/F6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329131228708050274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It felt some what peaceful just being up there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTg-emrT7I/AAAAAAAAAxY/dc8mLb1bB0s/s1600-h/F1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTg-emrT7I/AAAAAAAAAxY/dc8mLb1bB0s/s400/F1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329131623057936306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And there's the famous Deutsche Bank Twin Towers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfThR1UIgJI/AAAAAAAAAxg/mrHOl86pTnk/s1600-h/F2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfThR1UIgJI/AAAAAAAAAxg/mrHOl86pTnk/s400/F2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329131955571687570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At this point - let me tell your about my genius plan (which is actually recommended by TripAdvisor.com lolz), watch the sun set from the tower! Smart right? I'm glad I thought it up myself. Haha, here's where my genius plan went totally wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTib2tPKmI/AAAAAAAAAxo/rBtYROiLV9M/s1600-h/F3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTib2tPKmI/AAAAAAAAAxo/rBtYROiLV9M/s400/F3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329133227255736930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sun... was sooo high up!!! WAHHHH came up too early ah!!!! OMG... yes, so I sat there... for 90 minutes... freezing my butt off just to catch the sun set... hooooo cold... shaun became 'ice-shaun' ... hahahahaah ok sooo not funny cos I was really suffering then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTjQ6TwnLI/AAAAAAAAAxw/1l7XPEcLGVI/s1600-h/F5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTjQ6TwnLI/AAAAAAAAAxw/1l7XPEcLGVI/s400/F5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329134138755685554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally - the sun setting, it came and passed really quickly. Just watching it fall beyond the horizon, then seeing the city being swallowed up by the shadows was really magnificent. Just when you thought you've seen everything - the city lights started to come up radiating the whole place again. The transformation of Frankfurt from night to day made my suffering worth it. I'm really glad I managed to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also many photographers were already prepared to capture this breath-taking moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTkHi4BpsI/AAAAAAAAAx4/UZIT6HPDvaQ/s1600-h/F4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTkHi4BpsI/AAAAAAAAAx4/UZIT6HPDvaQ/s400/F4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329135077358151362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most of them with their DSLR's and tripods... I guess this was a haven for photographers... To my fellow friends whose lives revolve around a little mechanical device that captures pictures - this is a really nice spot to take those scenic pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my first day alone - finally my other travel mates arrived! Yayz to the end of my loneliness, as much as I hate to say this - I'm actually happy to NOT travel alone anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTmBlLclVI/AAAAAAAAAyA/5-HfS8y0dd8/s1600-h/F7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTmBlLclVI/AAAAAAAAAyA/5-HfS8y0dd8/s400/F7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329137173920519506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Hanyi and Kim... Kim got really tipsy after one glass of rose wine - let's just saw her version of Low was ridiculously funny. Moving on... we still haven't talked about food! Haha, some of the more famous food here in Germany would be.... Sausages! Woohoo - stuffed myself silly with sausages in those 3 days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTm8Pd_H2I/AAAAAAAAAyI/fk89e9e5dJQ/s1600-h/F8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTm8Pd_H2I/AAAAAAAAAyI/fk89e9e5dJQ/s400/F8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329138181704982370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTnYaO9irI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/S6toHaf6CaI/s1600-h/F9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTnYaO9irI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/S6toHaf6CaI/s400/F9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329138665631091378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, after a hearty meal, you must have dessert! Mine came in a form of a pudding! hahaha - We decided to takeaway our desserts and have it by the river (the Main River is beautiful btw). Check out my container!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfToBgzoWrI/AAAAAAAAAyY/X6WTQpRAmV4/s1600-h/F10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfToBgzoWrI/AAAAAAAAAyY/X6WTQpRAmV4/s400/F10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329139371770141362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It.. so big! hahaha - sort of looks like a tent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTog_xE0kI/AAAAAAAAAyg/9Lusmrsdy2E/s1600-h/pego_srs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTog_xE0kI/AAAAAAAAAyg/9Lusmrsdy2E/s400/pego_srs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329139912656867906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hhaha - my last meal before leaving beautiful Frankfurt... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTo07Y4l4I/AAAAAAAAAyo/8tL9remdas4/s1600-h/F11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTo07Y4l4I/AAAAAAAAAyo/8tL9remdas4/s400/F11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329140255079044994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-End-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Salzburg, Munich and Fussen trip - it's just too long and there's just too many pictures. I'll do it when my exams are over (I hope I remember, hahhaa). Or I'll just let fb do all the talking... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think this is a long post... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note - I'm freaking addicted to K-pop! Here's Shaun's Top 5 Music Videos for Korean Pop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number 1&lt;/span&gt; Big Bang feat. 2NE1 - Lollipop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/66yP7UKNf0g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/66yP7UKNf0g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number 2&lt;/span&gt; SNSD - Gee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="853" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5BjAEdPIlss&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5BjAEdPIlss&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="853" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number 3&lt;/span&gt; Super Junior - Sorry Sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="853" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7QO6SjMsmY8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7QO6SjMsmY8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="853" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number 4&lt;/span&gt; Taeyang - Look only at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MA9a_emwaBQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MA9a_emwaBQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number 5&lt;/span&gt; Lee Hyori - U-Go-Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mFOwazVwURA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mFOwazVwURA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, got a little too addicted to K-pop, not all of these songs are new but together they're a good mix and my companion when I'm studying in the library. Enjoy these videos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my 90 minutes have ended a looong time ago... haha, glad I was able to post something up. Will resume normal posting after my final exams! I'm graduating soon!!! ARGH OMG!! I feel old... sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big thanks to all who still read my blog... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-2696779012433187395?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/2696779012433187395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=2696779012433187395&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/2696779012433187395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/2696779012433187395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2009/04/end-of-easter-long-post.html' title='The end of Easter (Long post)'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SfTTey1cHqI/AAAAAAAAAwA/s4_m63A1gNs/s72-c/A1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-1010752787633317131</id><published>2009-04-03T11:20:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T11:57:00.326+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five Facts'/><title type='text'>An Update - long awaited one..</title><content type='html'>Yes, I finally have time to do an update. Why? Simply because I want to take a bath but the hot water in my toilet just died. And there's no way I'm bathing in cold water cos I have a cold and I need HOT water so desperately now. Anyways, here's what's been going with me/around me lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've been to the library every bloody day - spending my whole day there. Sigh, the life of a nerd begins. Oh yea, I've also been eating Japanese food almost every day. That's because there's this place called Bento Box - the sign actually looks almost like Sushi King. Anyways, that place has a special offer from 8pm onward - All the food becomes half priced! Woohoo! So yea, almost all the Malaysian students in the library at that time would go there. Shows how well we save money eh? Can't seem to find any picture of the place online, here's a &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.co.uk/biz/bento-box-london"&gt;review&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My current song? More like artist actually - The Fray! I love 'You found me' and 'How to save a life'. Yes I know, the latter is an old song but I love it so much now - Imagine repeating both the songs for 10 hours. Hahaha. The first song is a new one but many people said it sounds like a Christian song. I agree and it does talk about God :P Checkout the acoustic version of the song on youtube. Though I think that it sounds the same as the album one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. This year - for some reason my beloved country seemed to talk such a strong stand on Earth Hour. Nothing was heard last year of course. But you what they say : Better late than never. Proud of the country taking a stand on environmental issues and trying to instill awareness to people about taking care of our beloved planet. Imagine my surprise when I saw the pictures from TheStar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SdXlQ6Ofl_I/AAAAAAAAAvo/9CIZkn3Uq9E/s1600-h/n_pg03on.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SdXlQ6Ofl_I/AAAAAAAAAvo/9CIZkn3Uq9E/s400/n_pg03on.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320410613478823922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SdXlXdkjhVI/AAAAAAAAAvw/PXMBuqhAEJw/s1600-h/n_pg03out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SdXlXdkjhVI/AAAAAAAAAvw/PXMBuqhAEJw/s400/n_pg03out.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320410726045812050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SdXlQ6Ofl_I/AAAAAAAAAvo/9CIZkn3Uq9E/s1600-h/n_pg03on.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SdXlQ6Ofl_I/AAAAAAAAAvo/9CIZkn3Uq9E/s400/n_pg03on.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320410613478823922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alright - so the first and last picture are the same, but that's what happened right? It was on then it came off and then back on. Amazing - guess where/what I was doing during Earth Hour? Haha, I was in the library studying and yes you can probably guess it - I was in Bento Box! Haha, after 8 half price meals and yes it was bloody BRIGHT in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I still need to post about my trips!! argh - but I just realised something : I'm really unfit right now. For the past few days after coming back from my trips - I have not exercised at all! Nooo! And the best/worst part - I have been eating and drinking unhealthily during the trip. I mean I was hardly drinking water then. What was I drinking mostly? here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SdXnbdjg-YI/AAAAAAAAAv4/nFwcp2FhXBE/s1600-h/DSCF0308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SdXnbdjg-YI/AAAAAAAAAv4/nFwcp2FhXBE/s400/DSCF0308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320412993784183170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beer or Bier as they would call it - about 2 liters a day. Haha, it's no wonder why I didn't drink water. Mmm - liquid bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. G20 has been making headlines here. Funny thing is that bankers can't look like themselves this past week due to the angry mobs that would probably brutally beat them up at the sight of them. The mobs even have pitchforks in the States. Lolz, this brings me back to the old times of witches and Frankensteins. Funny how history repeats itself right? But at least G20 are trying to win back the heart of the angry mob - they're cutting down on the pay of bankers. So sorry to those who are venturing into that area at the moment. I mean understandably it's the directors/boards that are to be blame but the analyst are also taking a hit as well. Oh - and another agenda was to reveal countries that break the free-trade laws, basically naming and shaming those countries. Here's an interesting point - Malaysia made the list! We're famous :P TheStar writes &lt;a href="http://www.thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/4/3/nation/20090403095714&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;about it&lt;/a&gt;. The full list of agendas that would be discussed are &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/business/7926935.stm#protectionism"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; with the agenda of protectionism highlighted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-1010752787633317131?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/1010752787633317131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=1010752787633317131&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/1010752787633317131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/1010752787633317131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2009/04/update-long-awaited-one.html' title='An Update - long awaited one..'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SdXlQ6Ofl_I/AAAAAAAAAvo/9CIZkn3Uq9E/s72-c/n_pg03on.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-6565882708780079461</id><published>2009-04-01T02:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T02:15:53.095+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LRF'/><title type='text'>Chapter 4</title><content type='html'>I've been spending my whole day in the library since Friday. Full Stop - that means that I have no time to blog or upload pics unfortunately (and I so want to post about the trips that I was on for the past week). I'll try to find time to do those things whenever I can. But this is my final year and of course the most important one. I really need to do well - so I guess I'll be hitting the books for the next 2 months or so. Hopefully my first class honours will come when I graduate in mid July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who are graduating or who are taking exams, All the best and good luck. I'm sure you'll do well anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manage to squeeze in some time to write out chapter 4. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a note to all who commented - thanks for your comments, I really appreciate them - it sorta encourages me to write on. Thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Chapter 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You how it’s like when you don’t need something and it’s always there right in your face, just bugging you. But when you need it so crucially, it magically disappears? That’s life isn’t it? Or when you bought something from a shop thinking that it was a good buy only to end up seeing something else nicer and cheaper just a few shops away? I know – most of you would be thinking ‘Why don’t you just window shop and survey around first?’ I know, but listen up! What if someone else bought it first? I mean, I’d rather not take the risk or losing something that was in my very hands just a couple of minutes ago. Hmm, my point is, life sometime plays little tricks on you. In this case, granting my very wish at the worst possible time. Don’t think so? Let’s just examine my situation before we move on with what happened, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, my wish that magically came true, my dream guy appearing right before me. I mean seriously, he was hot! Tall, handsome, fair, wavy hair, sweet smile, charming voice, well built and let’s just say his sense of style was absolutely flawless. It was like an angel came to earth and decided to take the form of the most gorgeous looking person and decided to carry my bag of the airport conveyer belt. Perfect, just perfect. If nothing else were to get in the way then I would have swore that I will not believe any of Kat’s superstitious mumbo jumbo anymore. Yes, there was a big IF at the start of the previous sentence. You see, when life decided to place Mr. Perfect before me, I had to look like a ragged old woman who just had the worst twelve and a half hour flight of her life. Her hair is all tangled up and messy – I actually checked in my cosmetic box so I couldn’t freshen up after getting off the plane. And I could have sworn that I saw big dark rings below my eyes when I walked pass a mirror or maybe it was some reflective thing. Whatever, point it I looked my worst and I was being pulled by my luggage when he first saw me. There goes my first impression, crashing down straight to disaster. Oh Emm Gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Are you sure you can handle that bag? It’s really heavy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just continued staring at him, lost in my fantasy. I think this one involved Josh Hartnett and Matt Damon as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Er, are you alright? Hi there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point he waved his hands at me. That’s when I realised that I was staring blankly at him for a long time. Great, not only do you look like crap but now you’re just stoning when he’s talking to you. He must really think I’m some weirdo now. No!! Do something Nat! Say something so amazingly brilliant that he’ll be so impressed by you and would want to be with you for the rest of his life. I’m so sure I can do it! From all those years of watching romance movies, I am positive that I’ll say something to make him love me. Alright, here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Er… mm…   hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s it? Nat, you idiot! That’s it? That’s the big line? OMG, I feel like such an idiot now. Why life? Why do you grant me my wish now of all the times. Can you do it when I’m in a beautiful evening dress and am all dolled up? Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Are you hurt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Emm… no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;That’s good to hear. I’m Edward by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward, what a wonderful name. I can see it now. Natalie and Edward – couple of the year. The talk of the town. The prom king and queen. Oh wait, why is he staring at me like that? Does he want something from me? Oh, a kiss perhaps? Ahh! Edward! You move soo quickly but if it’s a kiss that you desire then by all means…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;And your name is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Oh… er, it’s Natalie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, my name. Silly me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So are you furthering your studies here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yea… I’m studying at the London School of Economics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Oh really? Well, same here. I’m studying economics there, what course are you doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he’s studying at the LSE as well! Thank you God! That means I’ll be seeing him again. That time I’ll be ready. I think that second impressions are just as importantly as the first ones. I will be able to impress him then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I’m studying Actuarial Science.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Wow, that’s a tough course. Anyways, my friend is already waiting for me. Shall we head to the arrival halls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Sure…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking with him to the arrival hall was more than enough to cheer me up from my depressing trip so far. It was so amazing. Even pulling my heavy luggage didn’t bother me at all. I was happy and blissful. At the hall, there was already a familiar face waiting for me. Kat! She came running to me and then we hugged. Oh, I missed her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I guess you had a friend waiting for you as well. Well, it was nice meeting you. I guess I’ll see you around in school. Bye, take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Oh… er, bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Oh, Lily, who’s that guy? He looks really cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;He’s Edward and Kat, I think I have like the biggest crush on him. He’s seriously hot and gorgeous and he’s studying at the LSE. It’s soo perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;OMG, really? Ahh!! That’s so great. So, it seems like you had a good flight here. That’s a good sign, babe! Your life here is going to be great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Er, yea. It was a good trip here. You betcha…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no way that I’d tell Kat that my trip was a disaster. She’d probably put me on some good luck probation. I might have to kiss horse shoes and have rabbit’s paws around me for months. As we headed off, I took one last glance at Mr. Perfect, just for memory sake. He was standing there with a girl in his arms. He was hugging her. My mind just went blank. I really wished I hadn’t taken that glance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-6565882708780079461?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/6565882708780079461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=6565882708780079461&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/6565882708780079461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/6565882708780079461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2009/04/chapter-4.html' title='Chapter 4'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-2794058952870268778</id><published>2009-03-26T15:00:00.013Z</published><updated>2009-03-26T15:38:38.449Z</updated><title type='text'>B'mingham... England Open 2009</title><content type='html'>Here's a post about something that took place just about 2 weeks ago. Headed up to Birmingham - the second biggest city in the UK, for the Yonex England Open 2009. With high hopes that Malaysia would do well, we brought along lots of small Malaysian flags with a really big one as well. I myself was ready to sacrifice my voice all for the sake of letting the Malaysian players hear our cheers and hopefully increase their morale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Malaysia Boleh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Datuk Boleh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Malaysia Gambate!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Malaysia, Fighting!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this was a trip to meet up with other friends, namely my other half... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/ScuZvcfaZJI/AAAAAAAAAuY/KPPUiIFc_iY/s1600-h/B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/ScuZvcfaZJI/AAAAAAAAAuY/KPPUiIFc_iY/s400/B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317512825421849746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, as you can see - he wasn't really that keen to see me. Hmm, he must been having an affair.. sigh. :( Why!! Aren't I good enough for you? -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there for about 3 days, watching the quaters, semis and the finals of the tournament. As most of you would know the final results of how Malaysia did already, we actually left early on the last day to get something to eat - no point watching China vs China in the finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/ScuaqKwnt6I/AAAAAAAAAug/J-6Icd6pSwo/s1600-h/B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/ScuaqKwnt6I/AAAAAAAAAug/J-6Icd6pSwo/s400/B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317513834274469794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was during the semis - they opened up 3 courts on the quaterfinals day, and 1 court during the finals. To be honest, I took naps on all of the 3 days. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/ScubOKoGOGI/AAAAAAAAAuo/l7iuHZendjg/s1600-h/B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/ScubOKoGOGI/AAAAAAAAAuo/l7iuHZendjg/s400/B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317514452714010722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the match between Chong Wei and Taufik, the highlight of the day! It was nice to see Chong Wei playing so well, probably the best match of the tournament for most of the Malaysians. The both look like they have the same colour shirts from here :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Scub01HvK8I/AAAAAAAAAuw/nxefRziJXU8/s1600-h/B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Scub01HvK8I/AAAAAAAAAuw/nxefRziJXU8/s400/B4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317515116956036034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the final showdown between Chong Wei and Lin Dan. Caught this shot of Chong Wei jumping up to do a cross court smash. Despite his performance, Lin Dan was much better in terms of skills and speed at that match. The victory went to China of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/ScucfnmRmZI/AAAAAAAAAu4/wwZBifPfwIw/s1600-h/B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/ScucfnmRmZI/AAAAAAAAAu4/wwZBifPfwIw/s400/B5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317515852060400018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The award ceremony in which later Lin Dan took his lap of honour. Of course, right after this we left - our throats almost all dried up, we went out to take some pictures of ourselves! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/ScueHydPC6I/AAAAAAAAAvA/GQyjlL7SK88/s1600-h/B6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/ScueHydPC6I/AAAAAAAAAvA/GQyjlL7SK88/s400/B6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317517641681669026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 3 londoners! Conquering Everest! Haha - now we just need a flagpole to stick the flag to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/ScufEG9aKWI/AAAAAAAAAvI/DYmuHTTruag/s1600-h/B7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/ScufEG9aKWI/AAAAAAAAAvI/DYmuHTTruag/s400/B7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317518677977475426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The poser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Scufauj0oyI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/kUhYiKg5VIo/s1600-h/B8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Scufauj0oyI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/kUhYiKg5VIo/s400/B8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317519066564698914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LeHong having a chat with the other statues... he likes to stone with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/ScugFUbw_8I/AAAAAAAAAvY/6cZhOwumHng/s1600-h/B9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/ScugFUbw_8I/AAAAAAAAAvY/6cZhOwumHng/s400/B9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317519798285959106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a long story - let's just say having the right connections can get you lots of things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Scug8bzkPyI/AAAAAAAAAvg/BvQwE_yoS14/s1600-h/B10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Scug8bzkPyI/AAAAAAAAAvg/BvQwE_yoS14/s400/B10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317520745157639970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The group that went to the trip - I had a blast, laughed a lot, thanks to all the lame jokes. Well, that was a really good escape from all the stress in London...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come soon - Amsterdam, Salzburg, Fussen, Munich&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-2794058952870268778?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/2794058952870268778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=2794058952870268778&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/2794058952870268778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/2794058952870268778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2009/03/bmingham-england-open-2009.html' title='B&apos;mingham... England Open 2009'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/ScuZvcfaZJI/AAAAAAAAAuY/KPPUiIFc_iY/s72-c/B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-692024257014154168</id><published>2009-03-17T10:33:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-03-17T10:45:37.593Z</updated><title type='text'>Dear blog,</title><content type='html'>Just got back from Amsterdam! Woohoo, well, technically I got back yesterday but I was a little to stoned to do anything but sleep.   :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go to a lecture in 15 mins so I'll make this quick... in the past week :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've seen the ugliest building in the UK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Sb99bmrLzVI/AAAAAAAAAuA/pneQ145Jiw8/s1600-h/DSCF0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Sb99bmrLzVI/AAAAAAAAAuA/pneQ145Jiw8/s400/DSCF0053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314103998512090450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been seeing things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Sb9-HNOPqUI/AAAAAAAAAuI/pnSz4zC8PA0/s1600-h/DSCF0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Sb9-HNOPqUI/AAAAAAAAAuI/pnSz4zC8PA0/s400/DSCF0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314104747594066242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been to paradise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Sb9-kRMs3HI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/FJ3i_aWYKHI/s1600-h/DSCF0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Sb9-kRMs3HI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/FJ3i_aWYKHI/s400/DSCF0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314105246877539442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and for one night - my mind was out of my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*No pics available*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on those later, I'll continue the story some other time ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Sh@un&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-692024257014154168?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/692024257014154168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=692024257014154168&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/692024257014154168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/692024257014154168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-blog.html' title='Dear blog,'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/Sb99bmrLzVI/AAAAAAAAAuA/pneQ145Jiw8/s72-c/DSCF0053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-863601929165761685</id><published>2009-03-12T23:38:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:44:06.478Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LRF'/><title type='text'>Chapter 3</title><content type='html'>Alright, it's been a long time but I do have my reasons! I've been really busy with :&lt;br /&gt;- Coursework (it actually takes up 15% of my final module) But I passed it up on time! Woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;- B'mingham trip - the All England Open. Had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did take some pics but I'll try to find time to upload them up soon. This weekend I'm off to Amsterdam! Haha - the land of sin and guilty pleasure. Hope for a fun trip there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, since I don't really like to put songs on my blog (for fear that I might get sick of it), I'll post up lyrics to my fav. song at the moment. SNSD's GEE! Love them soo much - muahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Cos someone asked what song that it and for the sake of others who don't but should have known about them by now... please view this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E77r2hvgU8o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E77r2hvgU8o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is people, thanks for waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Most people think that kids start being teenagers when they’re in secondary school. Not me. To me, being a teenager does not mean reaching that age. It is a symbol, a defining moment of your life. One that’s much more important that adulthood, mid-life crisis or retirement. It’s a period when a person starts to discover herself by experimenting with different things. She may change her fashion taste once a week by buying more clothes that are either on sale or looks really gorgeous on her. But who can blame her? It is her God given right to discover who she truly is and what better way than trial and error? So at what age does a girl truly becomes a teenager? Well, college of course. After leaving secondary school that mercilessly bounds a girl to the limitations of wearing either a pinafore or a &lt;i style=""&gt;baju kurung&lt;/i&gt;, a girl can finally be who she’s destined to be. Spaghetti strap for revealing sexiness but not just that, it keeps you cool under the scorching weather and gives you whole arm (including your shoulders!) a balanced tan. Let’s not forget mankind’s greatest creation. High Heels. Elegance, grace, sexiness, confidence and ravishing beauty all contained in just a pair of footwear. A boost not only to your height but confidence and charm as well. And it makes you ass look really good when you’re walking. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;College is when the boys start to notice girls you’ve seen before. Let me tell you, they won’t just notice you, they’ll devote all their attention to you if you pull it off well. In no time they’ll be eating out of the palm of you hand. But not every girl can pull this off. In every college there’s always that one girl. She’s the one that all boys fantasize about, she’s the one that all the girls just hate out of admiration. She’s cool, adorable, charming, beautiful, intelligent, athletic and funny. That all in one package that makes others just think that the world isn’t that fair sometimes. That one girl is the Queen. She rules the college. All the boys would do her bidding and all the girls would want to get close to her. And here’s a reality check. I AM NOT HER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nope, I’m just an ordinary girl that happens to be not-special in any ways. The name’s Natalie Lee. But my friends (don’t have many though) call me Lily. I’ll admit it here, I’m a little bit shy when it comes to meeting new people, especially guys. I like only white chocolate, shopping, watching movies (but not scary ones, just romance, comedy and maybe a little bit of action. The actors in action movies are usually so hot. Like Brad in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Troy&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. Oh, what a hot body, his muscles, his sizzling ass. Makes you just want to sque… OK, I should stop my fantasy for now) and you can probably guess it now, day dreaming. My bestest best friend, Katrina (I call her Kat), always grumbles when I day dream. I don’t think its wrong to think about guys – maybe it is when she’s talking to me about something else and my minds goes wandering off. She keeps on saying how I always think about guy but never seem to muster the courage to actually talk to one. Well, Kat, I know what you’re getting at but seriously, I am really shy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kat and I were from the same college, Taylor’s. The college whose majority of male students play that stupid four letter game. I don’t mind that, it’s just that their brains, however small are like brainwashed completely. All they can talk about is hero this hero that item this item that and they keep using that stupid word. Well, it’s more like 2 letters.. GG. Anyways, the point is that I’m going to the LSE after college and thank God Kat’s coming to me the LSE as well! I don’t know what I’ll do without her. It’ll perfect, just me and her braving it out in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. Just that one problem crept up last minute. She had to take an earlier flight cause the later flights were booked out. I soo wanted to get in the same plane as her but my parents were like ‘It’ll be fine dear, don’t worry…’ So yea, I had to take the flight alone. I really do hope that it’ll be an enjoyable one. Kat, she’s a little on the superstitious side, said to me before flying off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Lily, remember this alright? I know you don’t really believe in all these superstitious things but just listen to me this one time.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Alright, what is it? It better not involve some horse shoe or bunny paws. Those were really gross.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“No! nothing of that sort, anyway here goes. Since we’re heading of to live in a new country, it’s sort of like starting a new life. And the journey to the new life is a good indication of how your life would be like there. So the best thing to hope for is a good flight there and try your best to enjoy yourself!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Huh? That’s it? No throwing salt behind your back and all?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Nope, just have a pleasant flight there, that’s all.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Ok, seems easy enough, I’ll keep that in mind. You have a safe trip alright? Sigh, I really wished that I could come with you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Well it can’t be help. But I promise I’ll pick you up from the airport k? Bye, Lily. See you soon, missing you already!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt; “Miss you too Kat.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-863601929165761685?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/863601929165761685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=863601929165761685&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/863601929165761685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/863601929165761685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2009/03/chapter-3.html' title='Chapter 3'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-3627669499977896219</id><published>2009-02-22T21:46:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-23T00:39:43.293Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Confessions of a Shopaholic &amp; Shopaholic takes Manhattan</title><content type='html'>I was heading out of church when I got invited to watch a movie that was released a few days ago. It was based on a famous book whose author's works I have read all of. Interestingly enough, I said yes without thinking twice. I read the book already and based on my experience, the movie usually never/hardly surpasses the book. Here's what I thought of this movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SaHwPZssQjI/AAAAAAAAAto/8W97HbWEnvM/s1600-h/Confessions-of-Shopaholic-1780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SaHwPZssQjI/AAAAAAAAAto/8W97HbWEnvM/s400/Confessions-of-Shopaholic-1780.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305785983406195250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright the first and most obvious thing - what happened to London? The shopping scene in London was completely left out. I mean London may not be the best place to shop but it's a place that definitely cannot be ignored. The movie was enjoyable from start to end. From my first glance I was disappointed when I saw Ms. Bloomwood being portrayed as a brunette-redhead sort of person. All those time I read shopaholics, I pictured her to be a blond. I mean, no offence but that's the natural image that comes to mind. Isla Fisher, thank goodness, did an amazing job of showing the world what Rebecca was like. Animated, funny, witty, always getting herself into trouble and of course, always addicted to shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running at about 104 mins, the movie seemed to be at the right lenght with many scenes either leaving you laughing out loud or just anxiously waiting to find out more. The movie does a good job to paint a picture of who Rebecca Bloomwood truly is and develops even further to show how this shopaholic deals with her addiction. For the fashion consious people, there are enough shoes, dresses and even a scarf to satisfy your hunger and yet not too much to turn away the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it compelling? No. Is it heavy? No. Is it something that would leave your mind wondering? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;It's just fun and funny. That's as simple as it gets. For once get off that stressful worklife for less that 2 hours and watch it for a good laugh. You won't regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows? You might even feel like a shopping trip after that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-3627669499977896219?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/3627669499977896219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=3627669499977896219&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/3627669499977896219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/3627669499977896219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2009/02/confessions-of-shopaholic-shopaholic.html' title='Confessions of a Shopaholic &amp; Shopaholic takes Manhattan'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SaHwPZssQjI/AAAAAAAAAto/8W97HbWEnvM/s72-c/Confessions-of-Shopaholic-1780.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-2673485983674885891</id><published>2009-02-22T10:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-22T10:56:47.249Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LRF'/><title type='text'>Chapter 2</title><content type='html'>:P I'm just too free sometimes huh? haha, I think so too - shoutouts here :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Happy Birthday Jolene! You're still (always) older than me...&lt;br /&gt;- It's getting warmer here in London (woo hoo!)&lt;br /&gt;- My first clubbing event of the year coming up, looking forward to it cos of the company&lt;br /&gt;- I'm playing a very old PC FPS at the moment ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;World’s busiest airport eh? Just my luck. After such a tiring flight, the last thing I needed was to push and shove my way through the crowd. And by the way, what’s with this airport? So many turnings and so much walking. My first impression here was definitely a letdown. Fine, forget it, I’ll just quickly check through the customs and grab my luggage. Then I’m off to my room where I can finally get some peace and quite. Upon reaching the hall for the custom check, I was shocked. There were so many people and the line was so long and winded that I couldn’t even see the start. Seriously, it was as if everyone had to pick the same time to some to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; just to piss me off. Argh! My day just couldn’t get any better can it? You know what? I’ll wait, I’ll patiently queue up without throwing a tantrum and try to chill out. I thought that way time would pass really quickly and I would be at the counter in no time. Boy was I wrong, it actually took me 3 bloody hours before I finally got to the counter. 3 hours! Could you believe that? I could have watched a movie in that time. Maybe Troy, oh that hunky Brad Pitt with his long blonde hair and his gorgeously short miniskirts (ok I know he wasn’t wearing skirts but it sort of looks like it alright?). Oh yea, and then there’s this scene where he’s almost naked. What a body with looks that can kill. Brad, you’re soo hot!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Er, Miss? You’re next. Please come up to the counter.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wish I was the priest lady in the movie. Imagine sharing a tent with him. Ah, I don’t think I can even sleep then.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Excuse me, miss. But you’re next. Could you come up? People are waiting behind you.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“Oh, oh right. Sorry.”&lt;/span&gt; And there goes my fantasy. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I walked up to the counter with my details. Passed him my landing card with my passport, followed by my letter of acceptance by my university.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“So, Miss Lee…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Natalie is fine.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Alright, Natalie. So you’re a student at the London School of Economics. Is this your first time here?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Yea.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“What course are you studying?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Actuarial Science (I bet you don’t even know what that it).”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Ok…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(I knew it, you haven’t got a single clue on what that is do you?)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Natalie, I would need to see your medical report.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“I think it’s in my bag somewhere…”&lt;/span&gt; I started to rummage my bag for a big brown file with my name on it. Crap, I must have left it in my check-in luggage.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Erm, I think I might have left it in my check in luggage. Any chance that I might get my bag first so I can pass you the report later?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I’m afraid that’s no possible. You’d have to get a medical report from the hall over to your left. If you could just kindly proceed there and head to where the sign says ‘Medical Check-up’. Thank you.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“Ugh… Ok, thanks” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok, let’s be reasonable here. I’m sure that this would just take a short while so there’s nothing to worry about. I headed into the room where a nurse asked if I needed a medical report. I nodded and she guided me to a seat at a corner of a room. There were already 9 other people seated down, waiting for their turn. Trying to be optimistic (which clearly I’m not), I thought that this would take less than 30 minutes. To my horror, one person needed about 15 minutes to get a medical report done. So do the math genius. That means I waited for a billion freaking years before finally reaching my turn. I was practically fossilised when the nurse recorded my weight and height. Here’s the worst part, I had to take another X-ray. I already did one in my previous medical check-up before coming here. And now I have to take another one. I read in some magazine that doing these sort of things involved a lot of radiation. So if that crazy nurse wants me to get bloody cancer before my graduation, she can just dream on. Over my dead body! I asked if it was possible to get a medical report without an X-ray. She probably had a rough time all day because she was so rude and mean when she said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Listen here, dear. The X-ray is what those nerds over there want to see. So if you don’t want to get outta this airport, then I suggest you fly your ass right back to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. You think I like doing this shit? If all you nitwits did not check in your medical report or even forget to do one, I wouldn’t have to do this crap. So you wanna do it or not?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was shocked. So I took the X-ray and got through. I was speechless right up to the baggage collection hall. That’s where I composed myself and relaxed. Stupid crazy grumpy lazy. And I’m from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;! Please, how can you associate me with such a country. Do I look like I’m from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;? Sigh, I was waiting at Aisle no. 7 for my baggage. By the time I got there they were already loading bags from another flight onto the conveyer belt. My poor bag was probably circling around a billion times. My bag isn’t really hard to spot, it’s bright purple in colour. My favourite. When it came close enough, I reached out my hand to grab it. Due to the very fact that I was so tired (and not because I packed practically my whole closet), the bag seemed to weigh a tonne when I tried to lift it off. I ended being dragged by my bag along the conveyer belt. Great, what a scene I was making. I had to push people waiting aside for me to walk through. But that’s when another hand reached in and lifted my bag. I lost balanced and fell.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Are you alright? Your bag’s pretty heavy. Are you sure you can manage?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I looked up and saw him. There he was standing right next to my bag. I felt my heart started to beat faster and faster. My fantasy Brad Pitt was standing right there in the flesh right in front of me. Maybe my luck is about to change for the better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-2673485983674885891?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/2673485983674885891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=2673485983674885891&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/2673485983674885891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/2673485983674885891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2009/02/chapter-2.html' title='Chapter 2'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-7974401445236785364</id><published>2009-02-18T00:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-18T00:26:36.432Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LRF'/><title type='text'>Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>So I got bored - many times before and tried my hand at writing a story. I know I did that before but this time I wanted to write a fictional story - like many that I'm so used to reading. But I wanted it also to be filled with the things that I do go through in life. So it'll be a fictional life related story. Or a Life Related Fiction - LRF for short. Hehe, ok not making sense here. I just started on it, tell me what you think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Chapter 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Polite greetings of ‘thank you’ and ‘see you soon’ was said to everyone leaving. The past twelve and a half hours felt like an eternity. Furthermore, that small little brat beside me didn’t make it any more comfortable. First he just had to cry and cry and cry. Even his mum seemed flustered just trying to shut him up. ‘You should have thought of that before you had sex’, I thought to her. Then just when I managed to get over the noise and almost pranced into dreamland, the small devil did the most repulsive thing ever to cross my mind. He pooped! For goodness sake, can’t you do that BEFORE getting on the plane? Honestly, I feel that the security at the airport should also check these sort of things before letting the brat board the plane. Thanks to him the whole aisle was filled with that horrendous stench. It was so bad and foul that I thought it might have well be a chemical warfare. Seriously, Osama wouldn’t have done better. The brat would be worth a lot to the Taliban. Even after his mum frantically brought him to the toilet, the stench lingered on for a couple of minutes, completely destroying my appetite and possibly contaminating the food that would be served later on. I was so relieved when he finally slept. Of course, when he did, his mum slept soon enough. I don’t blame her, she was working so hard to shut his mouth up. Unfortunately my relief came short when the brat decided to change posture to a more comfortable one in his sleep. He rested his stupid head on my lap. Now some people might find that adorable and cute. They might even go as far as patting the baby’s head. I won’t. Seriously, I hate kids. They’re noisy and smelly and sleep almost all the time. This one right here is a shining example of that. I thought to myself, ‘Fine! I’ll let him sleep, it’s much more peaceful anyway.’ Boy was I wrong. Just when I decided to sacrifice my lap for the sake of his comfort and beauty sleep, he drooled! The little twerp drooled on my new pair of jeans! The nerve! And it wasn’t the clear dilute sort, it was the thick and bubbly one. The one that sort of won’t break up no matter how far it stretches. Just like the cheese on top of a pizza when you pull one slice away. So the drool was sticking from his small ugly lips to my new Calvin Klein jeans! I had it, that was the limit. I pushed his head up and leaned it towards his mum. The drool stretched further and further as I did that. It only broke off when I was halfway through. No more lap for you kid! Now the kid was facing the opposite direction. He then decided to curl his legs up. I didn’t care, there was a bigger situation at hand, getting rid of the drool. It was so thick that it didn’t even get absorbed into the fabric. That was good news. If I could just get some tissue, I could wipe it off. No harm to my beloved jeans. I started moving my arms around looking for a tissue. I was pretty careful in doing that as I didn’t want my hands to touch the thick disgusting saliva on my lap. No luck, there was none around. Wait, one of the air hostess seemed to have noticed me looking for something. When she came, I told her that I needed a tissue. As she went away, I was relieved that I would be rid of that slime. Then it happened. The brat twitched his leg. It kicked my hand and of all the places to land, my hand landed right on the drool. Stupid kid! Even in your sleep you can seem to find ways to irritate the crap out of me. I grumbled as I took the tissue from the air hostess later on. ‘Too late, lady! The damage has been done’, I thought. So that was my first experience flying. Sigh, what a way to fly. I should have sat in first class. I just nodded to the people greeting me as I walked towards the exit. I was completely drained, no sleep at all during the journey. But at least I’m rid of the abomination. Little did I know that it was just the start of a series of unfortunate events that were yet to come my way. Great, just great. Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-7974401445236785364?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/7974401445236785364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=7974401445236785364&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/7974401445236785364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/7974401445236785364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2009/02/chapter-1.html' title='Chapter 1'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-2074102183482735749</id><published>2009-02-16T15:27:00.020Z</published><updated>2009-02-16T16:29:34.307Z</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day - A trip to Hakkasan</title><content type='html'>On the 14th of Feb 09, I celebrated Valentine's Day with michelle. Being a couple like all other couples in the world on that very day. Of course, that day cannot be celebrated without succumbing to the pressures of the society views that have been brainwashed by commercial gimmicks. So I got her some presents - she did get me a flower on that day. Ironic huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first choice was the normal (boring) pick of chocolates. Having picked Thornton's last year this year was a little different. &lt;a href="http://www.hotelchocolat.co.uk/"&gt;Hotel Chocolat&lt;/a&gt; was definately different from the other chocolates I've seen. They have gone so far as to get modals to hold pieces of their chocolates as advertisements. Wow.. Some of these modals were so hot, I was surprised the chocolates didn't melt. More on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hotel_chocolat"&gt;them&lt;/a&gt; (if you're interested)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZmHcUI47BI/AAAAAAAAArc/vLDVB9pb4M4/s1600-h/Val1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZmHcUI47BI/AAAAAAAAArc/vLDVB9pb4M4/s400/Val1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303418956717550610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, that was one - the other present needed to be a little more different. I can't and won't stand just giving an ordinary gift. Meaningful presents should be different (be it bad or good), like &lt;a href="http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-silence.html"&gt;Zhao's presents&lt;/a&gt; before. So with the help of lehong, I finally got this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZmIhwTRYvI/AAAAAAAAArk/vqDBcmSr3jE/s1600-h/Val2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZmIhwTRYvI/AAAAAAAAArk/vqDBcmSr3jE/s400/Val2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303420149688263410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A giant helium filled balloon of a me-to-you bear. Yea... it was a little embarrassing bringing it back from the store. She has affectionately called it Bob Humphrey the Third. Weird and long name, I know - I'm glad it's at her place now though, it really took up a lot of space in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch, I had a reservation at &lt;a href="http://www.hakkasan.com/"&gt;Hakkasan&lt;/a&gt;. It's a one starred Michelin rated Chinese restaurant. So you're prob thinking now why would I go to a Chinese restaurant if it's a michelin rated one? Shouldn't make more sense to eat at a French restaurant instead? True, but it's because Restaurant Magazine (a British food magazine) rated this restaurant at number 19 for the top 50 restaurants in the world. That being said, this is implying that the best chinese restaurant in the world is not in China. I definately need to try this... More info &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hakkasan"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start off with the atmosphere. The ambiance and interior design made me feel like I've entered back into ancient china. My only complaint would be that they burnt incense to produce some sort of aromatic feel. Frankly I didn't really like that smell. Lucky for me the smell was only at the reception of the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZmKnoPKSuI/AAAAAAAAArs/O5I3xvuY-Ts/s1600-h/Val3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZmKnoPKSuI/AAAAAAAAArs/O5I3xvuY-Ts/s400/Val3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303422449626008290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The overall black colour with lights focusing on the tables gave it a very relaxed feeling. The chairs were alright, nothing really great about them, there were 3 roses on each tables. Frankly they looked like they had enough and were at the brink of dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZmLf43hjBI/AAAAAAAAAr0/W-XEr9ug0b0/s1600-h/Val4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZmLf43hjBI/AAAAAAAAAr0/W-XEr9ug0b0/s400/Val4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303423416162946066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The paintings or artworks were really nice to took at. Each one of them different depicting a scene from ancient China. I don't know about you, but I really enjoy looking at these sort of things. A definite plus on my side. So then we ordered our food and drinks, the waitress was really nice and helpful. It's just that she might not have grasp the english language that well so she sounded a little rude sometimes. Lols, it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZmMFSPOsmI/AAAAAAAAAr8/qG_J6JZkyUs/s1600-h/Val5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZmMFSPOsmI/AAAAAAAAAr8/qG_J6JZkyUs/s400/Val5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303424058628420194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The tea that we had was called Dragon's Well Oolong tea. When poured out, it showed a light green radiance. The taste was excellent. Not too strong yet the fragance was there. This is the sort of tea that I don't mind drinking outdoors the whole day. Because I enjoyed it so much, I decided to savour the taste for later by not drinking it too quickly. Wrong move. Do drink it when it's hot and only when it's hot. For when this tea became cold, it turned to a normal looking tea that you can get from any normal chinese restaurant for a fraction of the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZmMz9ulozI/AAAAAAAAAsE/eGILVjnhWCA/s1600-h/Val12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZmMz9ulozI/AAAAAAAAAsE/eGILVjnhWCA/s400/Val12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303424860576654130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This tea, though still looking decent, had lost most of its fragrance and it was replaced with a familliar bitterness that other normal teas would exlude. So lesson learnt, drink tea only when it's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZmNVs3Xd1I/AAAAAAAAAsM/Eq3lAew692c/s1600-h/Val6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZmNVs3Xd1I/AAAAAAAAAsM/Eq3lAew692c/s400/Val6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303425440165623634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now this was really nice and filling as well. The DimSum Platter. It looked really good and tasted excellent. The ingredients were fresh and because of this, it had so much flavour when you taste it. There is no need for dipping sauce as many ingredients were put into them, creating a variety of flavour in your mouth. The one thing that I really enjoyed was the Scallop Siu Mai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZmOFpfKdJI/AAAAAAAAAsU/wqJNbK5F8EU/s1600-h/Val7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZmOFpfKdJI/AAAAAAAAAsU/wqJNbK5F8EU/s400/Val7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303426263892522130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A large piece of scallop topped over the siu mai filling and over it was some Salmon Roe. It was big, it was delicious - ok, so probably the best siu mai I've tasted in my life. Sigh - might go back there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so we're done with the starters, next up - the main dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZmO4RLnzkI/AAAAAAAAAsc/eCjfDLOztBI/s1600-h/Val8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZmO4RLnzkI/AAAAAAAAAsc/eCjfDLOztBI/s400/Val8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303427133541436994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mongolian Styled Venison. The waitress said that this was stir fried but after tasting the meat, I'd say it was more liked the meat was first grilled medium to well-done, then stir fried with the sauce and vegetables. Michelle really liked this one. Same here. Brilliant food - didn't mind having another plate of this actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZmPuaQwmwI/AAAAAAAAAsk/mM29RzZQcqI/s1600-h/Val10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZmPuaQwmwI/AAAAAAAAAsk/mM29RzZQcqI/s400/Val10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303428063691840258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what this was already. Japanese Tofu with some seafood selections. The sauce was thick and bursting with flavours - thanks to the seafood in it. A wonderful compliment to the tofu that lacked taste. The one thing that I liked was that the prawns were first deshelled and then sliced and certain points so that it makes a spiral shape when cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZmQagrSUNI/AAAAAAAAAss/MrwwP3ET1e0/s1600-h/Val11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZmQagrSUNI/AAAAAAAAAss/MrwwP3ET1e0/s400/Val11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303428821327958226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A very interesting presentation. We wanted to order more but at this point we were already filled up. One thing left to do - desserts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZmQwRwaUEI/AAAAAAAAAs0/yfGyFYsphvw/s1600-h/Val13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZmQwRwaUEI/AAAAAAAAAs0/yfGyFYsphvw/s400/Val13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303429195280044098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was mine. I think it was called Tapioca Mango Pudding. Ok from here I could see the sago, some popcorn and the mango pudding. Little did I know that under it all was caramelised banana and some cream. At first I was eating it bit by bit - the mango pudding was really strong in flavour, similliar to gelato. After finding all those things at the bottom, I got frustrated and stired up the whole thing - creating a mess of course. Then I tasted it. It was an explosion of intense taste. The stirring somehow softened the popcorn and with the sago (tapioca), cream, banana and mango pudding - it was incredible. I finished my dessert pretty quickly - well, it wasn't a lot to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZmR1iARkjI/AAAAAAAAAs8/np_X4rlFrOo/s1600-h/Val14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZmR1iARkjI/AAAAAAAAAs8/np_X4rlFrOo/s400/Val14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303430385052521010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was some strawberry chocolate thingy (I'm bad with names). Right, the strawberry on top tasted like gelato while the chocolate layers at the bottom was creamy and had a vibrate aftertaste of cocoa. Enough said, I don't really like chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion - yes, it does live up to some expectations. Really nice food - would like to come back again to try more. However, yes, it's not cheap at all. It's quite pricey - do expect to spend quite a lot when you're here. Price range for a nice meal, I'd say from 40-50 pounds a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - I think I'll be cooking at home for the next few days. Lolz...&lt;br /&gt;PSS - I just realised lately, that a lot of weird ads are being commented here - hmmm, I'm thinking of disabling random ppl from commenting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-2074102183482735749?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/2074102183482735749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=2074102183482735749&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/2074102183482735749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/2074102183482735749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-trip-to-hakkasan.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day - A trip to Hakkasan'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZmHcUI47BI/AAAAAAAAArc/vLDVB9pb4M4/s72-c/Val1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-7896453896431138423</id><published>2009-02-15T17:34:00.009Z</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:25:24.553Z</updated><title type='text'>The Day London Froze</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZhXKmYZQlI/AAAAAAAAAqc/PTdeOuzwXSY/s1600-h/Snow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZhXKmYZQlI/AAAAAAAAAqc/PTdeOuzwXSY/s400/Snow1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303084400841933394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes I know - an outdated post but I just found a way to get my pictures from my camera to my laptop. Thus the long awaited post of the amazing day(s) that London was trapped in winter wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memoirs of someone who experienced snow in London :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all began when I was having supper in Chinatown. Was really hungry so I didn't really care about which restaurant I would be in. That thought landed me in Wong Kei, one of the worst restaurants in Chinatown. Ok, probably the worst. After a quick meal, I left Chinatown. This time it was snowing really heavily. To my amazement, just about 2 hours of snow left me walking in 2 inches of fine snow. I got back safely, thinking that the snow would stop and melt away by sunrise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZhZb7W3sxI/AAAAAAAAAqk/s4T3_Uhi2oI/s1600-h/Snow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZhZb7W3sxI/AAAAAAAAAqk/s4T3_Uhi2oI/s400/Snow2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303086897553715986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, being wrapped in 3 layers of comforters in the cold is really really comfortable. I had such a good sleep... until michelle called at 8 am. My phone should have been off-ed. She was excited about the snow and was asking me to quickly change and come out to play with the snow before it melts away. So (grumpily) I agreed and got up and changed. So my surprise the snow actually got thicker on the ground. The whole London was practically white. And it was still snowing! My beanie wouldn't work in this weather. I would need to get a new hat it seems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZhaIwrcq3I/AAAAAAAAAqs/fvhoVNYXbsk/s1600-h/Snow3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZhaIwrcq3I/AAAAAAAAAqs/fvhoVNYXbsk/s400/Snow3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303087667781348210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed off to London Eye after getting my hat from Zara. I like that hat a lot, it was water proof as well. The bridge towards London Eye was completely white. A sight I've never seen before. It was really amazing. Upon reaching London Eye, there was a large field that was filled with thick fine snow. What else can you do there? Snowman... so I started rolling rollin rollin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZha3b92jqI/AAAAAAAAAq0/0f4kOLFQJIY/s1600-h/Snow4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZha3b92jqI/AAAAAAAAAq0/0f4kOLFQJIY/s400/Snow4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303088469675249314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let me say this, it's not as easy as the movies. It's really difficult to get such a big snowball to roll. So darn big heavy hard and cold. This one here was small. The more you roll, the harder it gets - plus you have to make sure that it was spherical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZhbTOj4GkI/AAAAAAAAAq8/M6ynJeBZoVg/s1600-h/Snow5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZhbTOj4GkI/AAAAAAAAAq8/M6ynJeBZoVg/s400/Snow5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303088947112974914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This size here was the biggest I could manage by myself. Lucky there were some others who were around to help. We manage to make a snowman! Haha - it was even bigger than me. This is what teamwork can achieve. Lesson learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZhb1iqQ2_I/AAAAAAAAArE/ffQMbio3lPs/s1600-h/Snow6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZhb1iqQ2_I/AAAAAAAAArE/ffQMbio3lPs/s400/Snow6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303089536624024562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were a pair of glasses there. We didn't bother doing a third ball on top. Too high, too tiring. And off we went - to another location... Regent's Park. The snow there was pretty nice as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZhc30sh6KI/AAAAAAAAArM/aaIKpBJtUoQ/s1600-h/Snow8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZhc30sh6KI/AAAAAAAAArM/aaIKpBJtUoQ/s400/Snow8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303090675336734882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was happily packing snow while michelle was lazing around. Before the sun set, we made another snowman - this time, with 3 balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZhdklDNPxI/AAAAAAAAArU/1ZeQLfymlg8/s1600-h/Snow7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZhdklDNPxI/AAAAAAAAArU/1ZeQLfymlg8/s400/Snow7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303091444230995730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- I borrowed my hat to the fella, just for a while -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, school was cancelled for 2 days. Hehe - not bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - sorry for the lack of updates, was busy with the dance routine. BTW, we won! muahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-7896453896431138423?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/7896453896431138423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=7896453896431138423&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/7896453896431138423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/7896453896431138423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-london-froze.html' title='The Day London Froze'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SZhXKmYZQlI/AAAAAAAAAqc/PTdeOuzwXSY/s72-c/Snow1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-5417161976131728936</id><published>2009-02-02T00:42:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-02T01:03:53.743Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five Facts'/><title type='text'>Rant Rant Rant</title><content type='html'>Ugh!! So cold... here's another five...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's snowing so heavily in London. Still is now but it isn't as heavy as before. Was out for supper and I can't believe I was walking in 2 inches of soft snow. A first ever in London. So freaking freezing cold right now. It'll be a miracle for me to make it to my 9am lecture tomorrow. Haha. Oh yea, when I was walking in the snow - A lot of snow went into my mouth. Suffice so say, I felt hydrated after my walk. I can't find my cable to connect my camera to my laptop. So can't post any pictures here. Took some pictures on the view outside my window and a picture of my beanie! It was frosted. Will post the pics when I find that cable. Don't you just hate it when you don't need something and then it's always there, but when you need it, it magically disappears? Sigh... -_-;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Just watched the movie "No Reservations" staring Catherine Zeta-Jones (elegance with age) and Aaron Eckhart (Harvey Dent in the Dark Knight). So sweet and the food there seemed so nice. Typical romance, the plot leaves many opportunities for it to be expanded to be a deeper movie but the director/writers decided otherwise. No complaints there as it still enjoyable for light watching. And after all these years, it's nice to see that Catherine still has it. ;) (and check out Aaron's pants in the movie, omg so nice!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://relliott4.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/no-reservations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 741px;" src="http://relliott4.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/no-reservations.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. On another note, I just want to scream... so... AARRGGHHHHH. Some things can make me so infuriated. I think God is testing me. Sigh...  *takes in a deep breath* AAARRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHH *hooouuuuu...* AAARRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I just finished edited the dance song for my upcoming dance. JiaPin helped. It's playing on repeat now. I think it'll be a nice show. Muahahah (the main reason being that I'm dancing in it? hehe) Here's a little preview - there're 5 songs in our routine! cool right? so many - such a varied show, looking forward to it... I have been working hard for it. Injured my left shoulder and my right elbow just trying out new moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. On Thursday, I had soo much mussels. We're talking bout 1kg mussels served in a pail. Ate so much that I think I'm sick of it and I think my one week worth of oats intake would have been gone just cos of those mussels. Sigh, all my hard work just one night's worth of indulgence. Why! But life is meant to be enjoyed - Ah well :P Ok, maybe more than one week's worth of oats, cos I had tempura 2 days in a row... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, till next time... hope I don't freeze to death in bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-5417161976131728936?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/5417161976131728936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=5417161976131728936&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/5417161976131728936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/5417161976131728936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2009/02/rant-rant-rant.html' title='Rant Rant Rant'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-1858901143574540509</id><published>2009-01-29T22:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:46:06.112Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five Facts'/><title type='text'>The Five Facts</title><content type='html'>I seem to lose the interest in blogging - will try to put in more effort. I was suppose to talk about my hols more but it seems to be so long ago - so I'll just leave it at there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, this was prob. the most eventful holiday in my life thus far.Tasted something new in terms of relationships, friends, drinking, family, church and life... One thing I learnt, it doesn't really pay to open up. You'll prob (are expected) to be burnt. But I guess that's the point. Keep on opening up, keep on being burnt - that's one of the way of learning and picking yourself up. - Ugh, enough with the emo talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll force myself to write 5 random things :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I spent almost 4 hours cleaning the toilets in my place for CNY. Scrubbed every single tile in the toilet. I even wiped the big mirrors cleaned! (it was dirtied right after I cleaned it because whenever someone takes a shower it fogs the mirror up. So it was back to normal right after I cleaned it cos my housemate took a shower right after I cleaned it -_-; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I actually know someone who thought that it was &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parameswara"&gt;Parameswara&lt;/a&gt; who kicked his own hunting dog into the river instead of the mousedeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I took a bet with someone that the mousedeer kicked two hunting dogs into the river instead of only one dog. From an unofficial source, it was revealed that there were more than one hunting dog that fell into the river. I assumed that I won the bet - the punishment was to drink 10 shots of alcohol. Because it was a girl who lost, I agreed to her drinking 3 absinthe shots. She drank 2 shots that night. I just found out from wikipedia that there was only one dog. So technically she won. Sorry Yvonne  :p  hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm involved in a dance that would take part in a talent contest. The theme is called 'A sprinkle of love'. I don't think that we'll win but it's for fun and I'll try my best! Oh - I also designed the poster for the show... it's pretty girly. Prob the most gay thing I've made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SYIwGFUqIuI/AAAAAAAAAqU/33rTC_knkqA/s1600-h/MSS+poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SYIwGFUqIuI/AAAAAAAAAqU/33rTC_knkqA/s400/MSS+poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296848992807297762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's on facebook as well - if you want more info (Don't know if anyone still reads this blog.. hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I ran out of things to say.... er.... oh, a few days ago, I poo-ed and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;poo&lt;/span&gt; was soooo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; that I needed 2 flushes to get it in. Hahahaha - can't believe I just wrote that. Shows my quality of writing - dropping like mad. (don't really care but this is actually funny to me)  hahahahaha *wipes tears* . I eat a LOT ok, so that's why the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;poo&lt;/span&gt; was sooo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's it for now... I'll write another 5 some other time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-1858901143574540509?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/1858901143574540509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=1858901143574540509&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/1858901143574540509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/1858901143574540509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2009/01/five-facts.html' title='The Five Facts'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SYIwGFUqIuI/AAAAAAAAAqU/33rTC_knkqA/s72-c/MSS+poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-2282393554470990472</id><published>2009-01-14T15:09:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-14T15:34:41.531Z</updated><title type='text'>The long silence</title><content type='html'>The internet back at home was way too slow. Can't seem to be bothered to even go online :P Lots have been happening since my last post. Pictures? Lolz - don't think I have any of them. So get ready for more words (even though I'm not really a big fan of those)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that I did there was to celebrate one of my old friend's 21st. Lots of surprises were prepared for him. I even had to call up his parents to make sure everything went according to plan. Everything went well - the surprise trip to Genting, the presents and even wetting his jacket.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what happened :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was there at KL Sentral when the rest came back from their trip from Taman Negara. With the accomodation papers with me, Zhao was surprised that we were going to Genting Highlands instead of home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At Genting, we waited for 2 hours to check in. Once we did, we were preparing to leave for dinner. Earlier at the station, Zhao's dad dropped off his jacket. Zhao apparently isn't a fan of the cold weather...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Since I can't get him drunk... I completely soaked his jacket to torture him in the cold.. muahahaha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cSb6tKaz3Gc/SVY5W0qP4hI/AAAAAAAAAqg/SAa7JQNvTdM/s640/DSC03282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cSb6tKaz3Gc/SVY5W0qP4hI/AAAAAAAAAqg/SAa7JQNvTdM/s640/DSC03282.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;So, he was sulking the whole way through dinner. Haha then we decided to go out into the cold to take some pictures. At that point, Seetho wanted to give his other present to him (a brand new jacket) - but I decided that it was best to make him suffer a little more. Kinda makes him appreciate the present even more... hehe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He was really happy when he got the jacket...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SW4DgYD1GhI/AAAAAAAAAps/koX0tjp0aKE/s1600-h/DSC03285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SW4DgYD1GhI/AAAAAAAAAps/koX0tjp0aKE/s400/DSC03285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291170466956122642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See... it makes more sense to make him suffer... muahahah - 12am, Starbucks - the candle blowing ceremony was er... take a look for yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JJ9ZIw6oCKQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JJ9ZIw6oCKQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, he enjoyed his 21st - I sure did at least... haha. Months of planning led to this moment. Of course, there was the proper cake ceremony the next day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.garychooi.multiply.com/image/2/photos/6/500x500/157/DSC-3633.JPG?et=3gzAZPHUXp4Y3sBMrECbRg&amp;amp;nmid=151626641"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 499px; height: 334px;" src="http://images.garychooi.multiply.com/image/2/photos/6/500x500/157/DSC-3633.JPG?et=3gzAZPHUXp4Y3sBMrECbRg&amp;amp;nmid=151626641" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah, good work after months of planning, only one word to say now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cSb6tKaz3Gc/SVY6nW3QCbI/AAAAAAAAArw/7ZWCGwhksnQ/s720/DSC_0382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 478px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cSb6tKaz3Gc/SVY6nW3QCbI/AAAAAAAAArw/7ZWCGwhksnQ/s720/DSC_0382.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;(Who's the girl in the background... damn) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That was the first event, the next was the Xmas eve celebration - was out clubbing in Scarlet, Mutiara Damansara. Will talk about it later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - took out the ChatterBox... cos it died and I'm just too darn lazy to get a new one...&lt;br /&gt;PSS - pics and videos taken from 0501pe1-ians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-2282393554470990472?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/2282393554470990472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=2282393554470990472&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/2282393554470990472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/2282393554470990472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-silence.html' title='The long silence'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cSb6tKaz3Gc/SVY5W0qP4hI/AAAAAAAAAqg/SAa7JQNvTdM/s72-c/DSC03282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-2962582412841728918</id><published>2008-12-05T12:17:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:22:04.144Z</updated><title type='text'>Facebook Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;At the time I wrote the previous post... I updated my FB status as well saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2 id="profile_name" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; display: inline; font-weight: bold; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tan Wei-Shaun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="mobile_status" style="display: inline; font-weight: normal; margin-left: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;a onclick="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { ProfileStatusEditor.edit(&amp;quot;ate Wall's Viennetta while watching Gossip Girl...&amp;quot;);return false; });" id="status_text" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ate Wall's Viennetta while watching Gossip Girl..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My most considerate housemate (whom I WALKED back from a Singaporean Clubbing Event) commented on it. I thought she was going to ask why the sudden moodyness or what happened that drove me to become that moody (out of concern). This is what she said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"*whew* i thought it was my viennetta. I nearly came upstairs to kill you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);  font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-2962582412841728918?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/2962582412841728918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=2962582412841728918&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/2962582412841728918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/2962582412841728918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2008/12/facebook-update.html' title='Facebook Update'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-5302893068417537752</id><published>2008-12-05T01:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-05T02:31:02.566Z</updated><title type='text'>A different approach...</title><content type='html'>Let me first begin by saying that this post, unlike the previous ones, will be packed full with words and only that - no pictures in this post. This is my warning to those who prefer to look at pictures more than reading just because they believe so strongly in the saying 'A picture says a thousand words'. To those people, leave now... go away.. yes I'm being a little moody today - I'll explain later.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, let me just narrate what happened today, a non typical day in my life. I first went shopping with a friend (guy) at &lt;a href="http://uk.westfield.com/london"&gt;Westfield&lt;/a&gt;. It was a really big place filled with shops that you could find on all the main shopping districts in Central London. Though having only two floors, the size of each floor is so amazingly huge. The ceilings were so high up that even Yao Ming would feel so comfortable there. The walking areas were big enough to fit in another stall. Most of the shops there had 2 floors. And with Christmas coming so close, the decorations there were beautiful. They even had a small tourist attraction for kids. Named Santa's Wish Place (or something close to that), you'd pay a certain amount (all for the sake of taking more money from consumers), you get a pair of 3D glasses and you get to go into that place.Not too sure what it was like inside, from the outside it looked like the Ice Castle from Narnia's the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a random note, I heard that GSC now has some 3D movie thing going on, just like IMAX. Has anyone seen that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going back to shopping, bought some stuff - then got tired so I headed back. At home, did random stuff till I got really bored so I decided to take a shower and head out for some air. Ended up buying ice-cream. Came back to watch some old episodes of Gossip Girl while eating slices of Wall's Viennetta. I feel so much like a girl! OMG - shopping then eating ice-cream while watching dramas. It's like a girl that got so depressed or moody (explained here) maybe because she got dumped or something then decided to forget her sorrows, not by drinking but by going through retail therapy then eating ice-cream while watching shows. Frankly, eating two thirds of the ice-cream and watching 6 episodes of GG didn't really help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another random note, I love Chuck Bass. He's so sexily emotionless. OMFG and he can't stop being a womanizer! *see previous post for an advert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me being so free for the past few days got me thinking about certain things. Let's just call it a reflection on what I think of life. Firstly, my most basic assumptions would be that life is short and is only lived through once. Enjoy every moment of it. Simple and easy but it doesn't really tackle the main matter of concern here. How? How do you go and enjoy life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say two choices were to be posed to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Do the things that you like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Do something safer but it is something you like less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which would be the choice? Bear in mind that this is real life - not some dumb quiz that wants to test your personality (or the lack of it). With that in mind, those choices above, if picked - doesn't mean that it'll happen. There's always a chance that if you were to pick A, you might not be able to carry it out. Same goes for B, but the chances of failling is much lower. What would be your choice then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me with my mentioned view of life would naturally go for the first choice. Sure there's a high risk - but it's what you're passionate about. Isn't it enough reason to take all that risk to go for it? Isn't life about taking risks? Having said that, taking A seems to be the favourite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what if there is a chance that you can switch from B to A in the future but not the other way around. That way you'll have a higher chance of success by taking B and have an option to switch to A in the future (with some chances that it might not happend as well). In other words, doing something that's not your interest for a higher chance of getting to do what you like. Sacrificing a few years of your life to possibly do something you're passionate about later on. What would then be the decision? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some might probe more by asking definitions to what exactly is the something in option A and B. Forget that - it's irrelevant in this context. Let's just assume both A and B are something that you don't mind doing - but of course A is more favourable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's just throw in more realistic factors. At the moment, a lot of people have chosen A and have failed. Most people who chose B have succeeded in it. In addition to that, doing that something in option B seems to be more glamourous and looked up upon in comparison to the something in option A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having stacked all the odds and facts against option A, the only few reasons that you'd go and choose A would be because of your interest and the very fact that life is short and lived through only once. What would then be your choice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What defines happiness, contenment and satisfaction in life? Doing the thing that you like and are passionate about? Or to do something that provides a sense of security? Or is it to do something that is glamourous?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What would make you happier? Your interest and passion or security and what other people think about you. I'm at the point in life where a choice have to be made between the two. There could be tonnes of reasoning and logical arguments behind the two options but when it comes down to it - it's a simple pick of either A or B. That's life or may I say... That's your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've made my choice and I don't think I'll regret it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least that's one less decision to make...                   for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-5302893068417537752?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/5302893068417537752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=5302893068417537752&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/5302893068417537752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/5302893068417537752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2008/12/different-approach.html' title='A different approach...'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-7349435695606788860</id><published>2008-12-02T00:17:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:34:45.060Z</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 Chuck Bass</title><content type='html'>I So Love Chuck Bass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd love to give you a ride..."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sure you would"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you know so many twins?"&lt;br /&gt;"Twins find me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Chuck Bass..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S7l8HOp-u0Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S7l8HOp-u0Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-7349435695606788860?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/7349435695606788860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=7349435695606788860&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/7349435695606788860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/7349435695606788860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-so-love-chuck-bass.html' title='I &lt;3 Chuck Bass'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-3427544937110491525</id><published>2008-12-01T17:21:00.011Z</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:08:03.787Z</updated><title type='text'>Howth - A fishing village</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/STRS-ZXWMFI/AAAAAAAAAgU/ZUtIDPKCvwE/s1600-h/DSCF0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Howth, easily reached with a northbound train. I think it took 40 mins (Not too sure myself...) It was bloody cold there.. omg... logically because it was beside the ocean and all so its windy and cold... the winds were so strong there... seriously strong - I think it would have blown off someone small..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so funny to see the birds trying to fly against the winds - they were just staying at the exact same spot.. haha, noobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/STROvbNAqGI/AAAAAAAAAfs/SERgOtEQSDE/s400/100_7263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274927640220837986" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/STRPS1mZp_I/AAAAAAAAAf0/HVhmOvG8HCo/s400/100_7264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274928248602077170" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;You can see the person taking the picture's shadow (KhaiVen) at the corner over there... hehehe But being near the see meant that you'd see some unexpected guests...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;SEALS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/STRQlrg7TRI/AAAAAAAAAgE/DhhsX3AWj0M/s400/seal12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274929671823904018" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;No.. not that SEAL... haha - It would be funny though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/STRP4tFszHI/AAAAAAAAAf8/ziYQuPBqfEQ/s400/100_7272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274928899152465010" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Haha, there were about 5 of them swimming at the port. Some people were gracious enough to buy some fresh fish from the fish mongers and fed them - I guess it's been like that for a long time already. The five of them just waited there (looked cute) for people to throw food at them. Sigh, pampered seals...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;The best part about being there was the cheap seafood! Fresh Oysters... at (about) 50cents (they use euros here) each! Woohoo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/STRSW-D2MpI/AAAAAAAAAgM/g78cDxf4n4Q/s400/DSCF0053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274931618127426194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;It tasted so fresh, so clammy, so raw... and yes - it had a good helping of sea water in it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Ugh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/STRS-ZXWMFI/AAAAAAAAAgU/ZUtIDPKCvwE/s400/DSCF0056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274932295471870034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Don't ask me what the white stuff on the oyster is, it could be salt (from the salt water) or the oyster's droppings - either ways, it would taste the same...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I'll end my trip's posts here - and finally resume to some normal posting... we did visit some other places like the Book of Kells and Dublin Castle - but those were pretty normal. Interesting but nothing that out of the ordinary...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's a video though that I took at one of the bar on Temple Bar, I love the beat soo much that I'm actually addicted to it - Irish music... enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dda3ab11e9297e69" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddda3ab11e9297e69%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331570475%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D337ABB54CDD0E190F87F2171AAD3A9DEEE41F3D7.7B1E9B8D4077C33B6D9E6A4DBEC370792BE105E7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddda3ab11e9297e69%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8oxuP30VT1YGDmlbqpJC391xV3E&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddda3ab11e9297e69%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331570475%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D337ABB54CDD0E190F87F2171AAD3A9DEEE41F3D7.7B1E9B8D4077C33B6D9E6A4DBEC370792BE105E7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddda3ab11e9297e69%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8oxuP30VT1YGDmlbqpJC391xV3E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PS - Does anyone know the name of the song they're singing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-3427544937110491525?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=dda3ab11e9297e69&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/3427544937110491525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=3427544937110491525&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/3427544937110491525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/3427544937110491525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2008/12/howth-fishing-village.html' title='Howth - A fishing village'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/STROvbNAqGI/AAAAAAAAAfs/SERgOtEQSDE/s72-c/100_7263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-5292584050126134899</id><published>2008-11-26T21:46:00.023Z</published><updated>2008-11-26T23:11:46.397Z</updated><title type='text'>Guiness has a new fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random note first&lt;/span&gt; : Ever heard of an Iphone application called the PhoneSaber (I think it's already been replaced with something similar)? Here's a &lt;a href="http://blog.laptopmag.com/best-most-useless-iphone-application-phonesaber"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;. Seriously, all you do is swing the Iphone/ Ipod Touch around and you get sounds resembling a 'real' light saber. Kind of useless but not to the Star Wars geeks of course. Anyways with that application now, you can always go up to a girl and say "Want to see my lightsaber?" Lolz&lt;br /&gt;Geeky pickup line, I know - but it really happened during the trip. I won't mention names here but when he said it I was laughing my @ss off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm now an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;apprentice of Guiness&lt;/span&gt;! Muahahaha - check out my peace sign... hohoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3XdkLiMNI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/NvIv6L5xHgQ/s1600-h/Guinness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3XdkLiMNI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/NvIv6L5xHgQ/s400/Guinness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273107641648951506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the trip, on the way to the factory, like right beside it, I could already smell the strong smell of fermenting roasted barley and hops mixture. It smelled exactly like soya sauce. If I didn't know where we were going I would have though we were going to see how the common chinese seasoning was made. Walking through the ticket counter and all, I was first greeted with the souvenir shop - typically business minded people trying to grab as much cash from you as possible. The ticket to enter itself cost 11 euros. At the shop there were many Guiness products ranging from beer mugs, shirts, hats, pants, bookmark, sweets and boxers. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3GSi198PI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Bbepd5GmKNM/s1600-h/DSCF0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3GSi198PI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Bbepd5GmKNM/s400/DSCF0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273088760613826802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on from there, everyone would be able to witness the lease the Auther Guiness signed. He signed (up to) a 9,000 year lease at £45 per annum for the unused brewery. (according to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guiness"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3JJwpLiCI/AAAAAAAAAco/YQSAKp5stSg/s1600-h/DSCF0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3JJwpLiCI/AAAAAAAAAco/YQSAKp5stSg/s400/DSCF0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273091908234348578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a closer look at the document...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3J_pG7rqI/AAAAAAAAAcw/H5e56kyLsFo/s1600-h/DSCF0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3J_pG7rqI/AAAAAAAAAcw/H5e56kyLsFo/s400/DSCF0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273092833924591266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walking through the hallway, I was greeted with the strong smell of soya sauce once again. The next room was really huge as it housed the entire exhibition that depicts how the famous stout is made. First the 4 main ingredients are introduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3K8bVkg1I/AAAAAAAAAc4/pfVIcHgqiEk/s1600-h/DSCF0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3K8bVkg1I/AAAAAAAAAc4/pfVIcHgqiEk/s400/DSCF0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273093878199911250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first part of the exhibition concentrated on Barley, the main ingredient to making the wonderful drink. The barley is collected, roasted then boiled with hops (and obviously yeast). Then the yeast is added and the mixture is left to be fermented for a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3L7aVQV_I/AAAAAAAAAdA/6SegHakinXk/s1600-h/DSCF0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3L7aVQV_I/AAAAAAAAAdA/6SegHakinXk/s400/DSCF0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273094960261912562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And to let everyone have a 'feel' of the main ingredient - barley, Guiness have so thoughtfully places loads of barley for everyone to 'play' around in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3MoFM7vuI/AAAAAAAAAdI/p_pb1vmxJJE/s1600-h/DSCF0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3MoFM7vuI/AAAAAAAAAdI/p_pb1vmxJJE/s400/DSCF0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273095727683976930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You could practically swim in it. On another note - I saw this statement on the wall nearby. Apparent the word beer is taken from another word (from another language, not too sure) baere meaning barley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3NZ_FFZDI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/av2lrc-x0ro/s1600-h/DSCF0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3NZ_FFZDI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/av2lrc-x0ro/s400/DSCF0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273096585033901106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then the next ingredient introduced was hops... followed by yeast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3N3RuYWSI/AAAAAAAAAdY/aX44pjlRCus/s1600-h/DSCF0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3N3RuYWSI/AAAAAAAAAdY/aX44pjlRCus/s400/DSCF0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273097088255154466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3OlWX5x1I/AAAAAAAAAdg/ORMxB0Ize6w/s1600-h/DSCF0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3OlWX5x1I/AAAAAAAAAdg/ORMxB0Ize6w/s400/DSCF0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273097879777036114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently they claim that the yeast that is currently being used is a descendant of the yeast that was used by Arthur Guiness himself and thus they regard this as a treasure... so important that you would put it into a safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3PG6MpqqI/AAAAAAAAAdo/ybhC_49-f6k/s1600-h/DSCF0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3PG6MpqqI/AAAAAAAAAdo/ybhC_49-f6k/s400/DSCF0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273098456329202338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like this one. The last ingredient is water. I'll just post a couple of shots here, they made a really nice fountain to show the last ingredient...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3PsH4snwI/AAAAAAAAAdw/4g2lz_1ovu8/s1600-h/DSCF0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3PsH4snwI/AAAAAAAAAdw/4g2lz_1ovu8/s400/DSCF0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273099095658766082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3Qa16YS7I/AAAAAAAAAd4/yyVIqiAIUz8/s1600-h/DSCF0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3Qa16YS7I/AAAAAAAAAd4/yyVIqiAIUz8/s400/DSCF0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273099898287836082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A view from the top...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3Q-ypv6yI/AAAAAAAAAeA/C4DEO5XR6oc/s1600-h/DSCF0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3Q-ypv6yI/AAAAAAAAAeA/C4DEO5XR6oc/s400/DSCF0036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273100515888065314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And another view from the side..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3RU0rHsjI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Jj8y0WF7DmE/s1600-h/DSCF0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3RU0rHsjI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Jj8y0WF7DmE/s400/DSCF0040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273100894387810866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know I know, it's just a simple fountain but I seem so engrossed in it. sigh - But then again, I really like it (for some unknown reasons). I think I'll get one in the future... hehehe. After introducing all the 4 ingredients - they went on to say that there is another last (fifth) ingredient needed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3Sic5LpyI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jpZxQGodc68/s1600-h/DSCF0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3Sic5LpyI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jpZxQGodc68/s400/DSCF0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273102228034135842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's how he looked like... a nice picture of him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3S80u6DVI/AAAAAAAAAeY/MEUVD11Iu4Y/s1600-h/DSCF0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3S80u6DVI/AAAAAAAAAeY/MEUVD11Iu4Y/s400/DSCF0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273102681110089042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later on there's a platform where they explain how the process takes place. There's also an opportunity to erm... eat the roasted barley grains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3TsWwnbyI/AAAAAAAAAeg/04hfkrT6A7Q/s1600-h/DSCF0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3TsWwnbyI/AAAAAAAAAeg/04hfkrT6A7Q/s400/DSCF0045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273103497697914658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tried one grain.. it tasted just like a coffee beans, I might have gone to the toilet after that because of this, not too sure about it... hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3URfCrGhI/AAAAAAAAAeo/GdDs9vA74ho/s1600-h/DSCF0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3URfCrGhI/AAAAAAAAAeo/GdDs9vA74ho/s400/DSCF0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273104135576295954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The grain of diarrhea effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after the long period of fermentation, the final product is done! Everyone was treated to a sample...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3U3hfAU-I/AAAAAAAAAew/lyLH2J9KE4E/s1600-h/DSCF0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3U3hfAU-I/AAAAAAAAAew/lyLH2J9KE4E/s400/DSCF0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273104789067027426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had two glasses of that, then we proceeded all the way up to the highest floor. It was a bar and an observatory as well. With a complimentary pint of Guiness stout (free with the ticket), we could enjoy ourselves while looking at the city of Dublin. Ah, that's the life. It felt as if I was in a Guiness commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3WJwg5cUI/AAAAAAAAAe4/z-tyXmbfGtk/s1600-h/DSCF0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3WJwg5cUI/AAAAAAAAAe4/z-tyXmbfGtk/s400/DSCF0050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273106201850769730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great experience indeed, especially when you're sharing with friends (and a particular stranger ) :) it's all good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3WeAdmv1I/AAAAAAAAAfA/5nhk3uuNmqQ/s1600-h/100_7175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3WeAdmv1I/AAAAAAAAAfA/5nhk3uuNmqQ/s400/100_7175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273106549729312594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, after drinking sooo much - you just have to let it out... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3W7daZBVI/AAAAAAAAAfI/u5_zG1RynoU/s1600-h/100_7181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3W7daZBVI/AAAAAAAAAfI/u5_zG1RynoU/s400/100_7181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273107055716664658" 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/17070512-5292584050126134899?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/5292584050126134899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=5292584050126134899&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/5292584050126134899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/5292584050126134899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2008/11/guiness-has-new-fan.html' title='Guiness has a new fan'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SS3XdkLiMNI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/NvIv6L5xHgQ/s72-c/Guinness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-1634518555985274478</id><published>2008-11-25T14:41:00.014Z</published><updated>2008-11-25T15:51:00.488Z</updated><title type='text'>A short trip to cool off</title><content type='html'>Just got back from a short weekend trip to Dublin, Ireland. (Most of the pictures were taken by other people - they seem to have nicer cameras.. hehe so I'll get the pictures from them. Here are my own pics for blogging purposes) I left my place in the evening. Caught up with the rest (another 8 people) then headed off to the airport. The trip was alright - got used to Ryan Air by now. Free seating in a small budget airplane meant that we had to get in line early to ensure that we would sit together. After about an hour and a half - I stepped into Ireland soil. It was super COLD - I was freezing there waiting for the cab to get into the city. Definately not a very good first impression of the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way to the apartments, I looked outside to see what the nightlife was like there - I have to say, it was pretty lively despite the weather. Hordes of people were partying in and out of the clubs, the bars were filled up with music and dances. The best part was that I was finally in a city that used Euros and had signboards that I could actually understand.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272609639992208338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SSwSiDcJK9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/u5ACf3kdYbc/s400/DSCF0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 Euros with the emblem of Dublin at the back. It sort of looks like the Guiness logo but that one is inverted, so (apparently) it's not the same :P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we got to the hotel which then led us (it was a cold freezing 20mins walk to our apartments) to our destination and home for the next 3 nights. I had to say I was pretty surprised to see the place. It was really nice and furbished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272612982453724210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SSwVknFEZDI/AAAAAAAAAbg/YFX9HkivZuI/s400/DSCF0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room - I shared it with Khai Ven. Yes, mine's the one that looks more messy. Can't really blame me. When you see such a nice tidy bed like the one on the left - don't you just want to mess it up real good? Haha... plus - they tidy up the room everyday! Wonderful place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272613838163955746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SSwWWa2SUCI/AAAAAAAAAbo/2Hat64nL7EI/s400/DSCF0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My super big closet! Muahaha, and check it out - I have my own hair dryer! in front of a mirror! My vanity knows no limits, not even in Dublin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272614928623206978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SSwXV5ICAkI/AAAAAAAAAbw/UVCO9DZKqso/s400/DSCF0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's Jeff and Zharif... this is the living room that comes equipped with a tv, a dining table (with chairs) and a sofa bed. That's living the life man - being well equipped. We were surfing the channels at night (at about 1 am) looking for the 'good stuff' that only goes on air when the little kids are sleeping... hehe. Didn't find any though *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272615777902749634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SSwYHU8DZ8I/AAAAAAAAAb4/tgfnqZWiiDE/s400/DSCF0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;That's the kitchen, where we (may) do the washing, cooking and baking... but we ended up eating out everyday :P Oh yea, we used the the basin to brush our teeth when the toilet was being used by someone else, or it was contaminated due to someone's droppings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272617583673490466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SSwZwb9WPCI/AAAAAAAAAcA/kvHxrZnGnDE/s400/DSCF0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It even comes with cutleries, plates (of many sizes) and cups (of many shapes and uses). OMG, it's even more complete than my own kitchen. Maybe I should have taken back some stuff from that place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272618249503149890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SSwaXMXgj0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/xTY6Sq_kBhM/s400/DSCF0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Jeff's bed - he got a whole double bed to himself... who know's what he does alone in his room.. hehe - I think I saw some love stains on the carpet in the morning hehehe *tsk tsk* &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272620264495768018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SSwcMezL4dI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/_UbHRwYRzKo/s400/DSCF0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It even comes with an iron with the board... usefull when you need a nice pressed shirt for a wild night out at the clubs (too bad I didnt think of bringing a shirt to Dublin). But seriously it was a really wicked place - I really liked it. (wasn't cheap though hehe) It was nice mainly because there were so many of us - it kept the atmosphere lively there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll end here for the first night - Next up... the Guiness Experience! 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Who is (f) having relationship with?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;No one at the moment I think... But he seems to be opening up to guys as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;19. Is (i) male or female?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Hard to tell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;20. What is (b) studying about?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Some business course... something that can be useful in banks la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;21. When was the last time you had a chat with (c)?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Last summer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;22. What kind of music does (h) like?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Chinese, English... I think he listen to Hitz.fm :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;23. Does (a) have any siblings?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Yes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;24. Will you woo (c)? Why?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Haha, er no... I'd prefer her as a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;25. How about (g)?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;In an instant :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;26. Is (d) single?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Yes - I think, I'll confirm it again end of this year when I see him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;27. What is the surname of (e)?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Khir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;28. What is the hobby of (d)?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;He seems to like guitars...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;29. Does (e) and (i) get along well?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Don't think they know each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;30. Where is (b) studying at?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;UTAR at Sg Long... still there right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;31. Talk something casually to (a):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Why la you stop liking Jay? I love his new album k - faster decide and come to London :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;32. Have you tried developing feelings for (h)?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;... NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;33. Where does (i) live?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Currently in Notts Msia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;34. What colors does (d) like?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I don't know, maybe green? Green as in money? Everyone likes that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;35. Are (e) and (a) best friends?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Good friends since young and they're still in contact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;36. Does (a) have any pets?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Think so... really not sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;37. Is (g) the sexiest person in the world?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;*drools* sure why not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;38. What is (j) doing now?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Talking to wanling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Ok, done with this one - here's KimHong's one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;1. What bothers you the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;The low GBP exchange rate... sigh - I earned in GBP and I'm heading back to Msia soon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your most favourite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;See the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Change this to : Have you bought lingerie in a lingerie shop alone before? - Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;4. Have you been committed in any crime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Broke my mum's flower pots? A few of them actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5. Is there someone in your heart right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Family, michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Not really, unless I'm provided with food, shelter and clothes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. List down 5 things you want to do before you turn 21, 25 if you are over 21; 30 if you are over 25.....(don't think I know any blogger older than that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;a. Travel the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;b. Almost qualify.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;c. Get my Daschund.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;d. Travel the world again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;e. Earn enough to do a and e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you feel like doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Er, nothing much really... maybe start thinking of what to eat for dinner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If there’s someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He's sexy&lt;br /&gt;Sociable and lame as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Can cook really nice curry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.What is your 5 most passionate thing at this moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Socialising&lt;br /&gt;Travel&lt;br /&gt;Comics&lt;br /&gt;Photoshop&lt;br /&gt;Eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If you can be on TV, which show would you want to be in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Gossip girls. Muahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If you had to eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hokkien Mee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you had a choice to be rich or happy, which one would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Happy... and rich as well? I'd settle for a portion of both..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you have a chance, which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I like to procrastinate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Will you ever kill yourself for studies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nope, don't need to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is the one thing you love about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I am Shaun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you can bring only one thing along with you to another world, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My Ipod Touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who &amp;amp; What has some1 done which u think is the most memorable one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My parents, they've done so much to get me where I am now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-5894047744477716496?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/5894047744477716496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=5894047744477716496&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/5894047744477716496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/5894047744477716496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2008/11/tags.html' title='Tags..'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-2431802416425276800</id><published>2008-11-18T13:20:00.014Z</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:17:06.534Z</updated><title type='text'>My gifts @ 21</title><content type='html'>My 21st saw me receeving an Ipod Touch! omg - so exciting just surfing the net with such a small screen compared to my laptop that's just beside me.. hehe Thanks a lot to those who contributed (apparently there's 40 so I'll write a note to all of you when I get the full list). Thanks a lot guys! Really made my day/week/month/year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269989645197899826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SSLDqSQB-DI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/DPjrhEEGsGA/s400/DSCF0188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269991052299740882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SSLE8MHQJtI/AAAAAAAAAaY/axx0J8z4UZ4/s400/DSCF0187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;:) With the wifi feature and the accelerometer - gaming and surfing had was never this fun! Love the applications and the big screen (youtube looks pretty good here) Best part is that the Ipod can be personalised to access your email (multiple accounts), facebook and others with just a touch of your finger. :) I got a luxury protection case just for it. So soft and the leather smell just makes me so high ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269992418230633442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SSLGLsmjg-I/AAAAAAAAAag/aMgJdbz7bzI/s400/DSCF0180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Any now I have a faithful companion when I'm travelling alone, walking by myself, all alone sitting there or even doing work. I don't think the size is such an issue, yes it is bigger than an Ipod Nano v3 or even the Ipod but it makes up for it with its slimness and it's ample and ample of features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are some cards that I received from friends. First up is the card from fellow PE1-ians. Thanks guys.. oh yea, there's also a badge there that I HAD to wear on me for the whole day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269993738579282338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SSLHYjSNCaI/AAAAAAAAAao/masCA3Coudk/s400/DSCF0202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269994359326044930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SSLH8rvw8wI/AAAAAAAAAaw/swbnBeenEOI/s400/DSCF0195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;See the two holes at the top picture? Yea, that's where the badge was... till it was forcefully put on me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269995125102279714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SSLIpQfC_CI/AAAAAAAAAa4/IXJZfPG4MCM/s400/DSCF0203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right fine - it looks alright actually... It's just the guy there has a really ugly hair style...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's another card from the rest of my friends from the LSE... it's completely filled up and frankly I don't even know some of the people who wrote it (the signatures too geng already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269996690555924194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SSLKEYQR7uI/AAAAAAAAAbA/i_m6d_-sTkc/s400/DSCF0197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Michelle got the card - its a personalised one. Can you see the '21 year old Wei-Shaun Malt'? Haha, 43% alcohol :P quite high actually, higher than normal whiskey. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269998775311571058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SSLL9ukwmHI/AAAAAAAAAbI/waKHMgKGlDY/s400/DSCF0198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At times like these, happiness can be found in the smallest things... well, in this case not that small but small enough. For now, I'm happy thanks to my friends.. ah, bliss... for now, of course&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A blog in a blog...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270000947627454274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SSLN8LFOb0I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/DdTgU_8cbs4/s400/DSCF0191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-2431802416425276800?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/2431802416425276800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=2431802416425276800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/2431802416425276800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/2431802416425276800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-gifts-21.html' title='My gifts @ 21'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SSLDqSQB-DI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/DPjrhEEGsGA/s72-c/DSCF0188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-4270868039638601508</id><published>2008-11-13T21:04:00.013Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:03:55.850Z</updated><title type='text'>My 21st - 9th November 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright! I just got some free time to post so chill it mates. Lolz. So here it is - a recap of &lt;strong&gt;911&lt;/strong&gt;08...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got up in the morning, Saolee was still sleeping on the sleeping bag I think :P Bathed and got changed, waited for michelle to get changed and all. Then I was off to church. I was late but made it there none the less. The message was a little gloomy (not to mention the weather as well) as it was &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Remembrance_Sunday"&gt;Remembrance Sunday&lt;/a&gt;. Then I had lunch at a restaurant that we have affectionately called 'Kau Cat' (97). There were four of us there and at just 3.80 pounds a dish, it was really cheap! Muahaha! Oh yea, they included free soup as well - I had lemon chicken rice, wasn't really nice (not even close to the ordinary ones in Malaysia) but it was cheap so I'm not going to complain on here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I headed back to my place where I chilled out, it was a short while then Saolee had to leave for his bus back to Warwick (thanks for coming man, I won't write here where you came from before London :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What did I do after that... erm... ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was time for dinner! Haha, so the plan (that I was informed of at least) was that michelle would take me to a dinner a nice Spanish Restaurant. Then some of the guys would meet up with me and get me drunk... real drunk. So off we went to the restaurant and without even talking to the receptionist she took me straigh upstairs to the highest level.. where I was greeted with the most surprising Birthday song of my life... about 25 people were singing it. Haha - thanks guys..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268253672078337186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SRyYzWbgZKI/AAAAAAAAAYs/njAjqCVg7Vs/s400/DSCF0100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's the other half...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268254651717443474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SRyZsX3q35I/AAAAAAAAAY0/plDgaQCeo2w/s400/DSCF0101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;michelle's not in those pictures as she was taking the pics... here she is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268255321875691538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SRyaTYZ2OBI/AAAAAAAAAY8/bjPSwAAviwQ/s400/DSCF0128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had tonnes of tapas, lots of food were being passed around and all, haha it sort of looked like a typical chinese family dinner. Then my favourite dish came - Paellas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268256290417959298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SRybLwgUYYI/AAAAAAAAAZE/g-zJV0Gsgh8/s400/DSCF0107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Woohoo! Isn't that such a lovely sight? :P Then - after all the food's been eaten, people were just chatting around chilling out. I was catching up with some of my friends (which I haven't been doing for such a long time, I feel so ashamed!) when all of the sudden, this came... and it was accompanied with a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268258516169542386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SRydNUE2SvI/AAAAAAAAAZU/GURy1DcbCCI/s400/DSCF0131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A super-expensive-white-chocolate-cake-with-sparkling-candles-from-patisserie-valerie-which-you-can-find-out-more-&lt;a href="http://www.patisserie-valerie.co.uk/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268259722917127298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SRyeTjj5JII/AAAAAAAAAZc/buJoxIevq7Q/s400/DSCF0132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yea, at that point I got my present. A 16gb Ipod Touch! OMG, thanks a lot guys - I have the list and will be naming them soon. Anyways, I'll dedicate another post just for the Ipod Touch - it's soo amazing, no complains so far except maybe one to Apple Inc. on making this device too darn addictive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After dinner - we were off... ... to get my drunk. All these guys are the villains, except me of course :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268260778375126754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SRyfQ_csHuI/AAAAAAAAAZk/oM9-JbIK6zo/s400/DSCF0161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had everything prepared, shot glasses, lemons, whiskey and tequila... after I don't know how many shots but I was taking them really quickly, my memory completely blanked out. I seriously did not remember a thing. From sitting there, my memory blacked out and then when it did (finally) came back on, I was lying on my bed. Funny huh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparently when I was drunk... ... they took (advantage) some pictures, here they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268261923852877650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SRygTqr3f1I/AAAAAAAAAZs/SVQce5pSKf0/s400/DSCF0171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268263255770020738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SRyhhMdqO4I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2AOnt0TlQRM/s400/DSCF0177.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268263959758198978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SRyiKLBhWMI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ztw3vUr6qXs/s400/DSCF0179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that ends the night of &lt;strong&gt;911&lt;/strong&gt;08, well at least to my memory :P I woke up the next morning having a hangover. lolz, anyways - I had a great time, thanks a lot to the people involved in making that happen! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268264980140536274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SRyjFkPoMdI/AAAAAAAAAaE/pqwh8My-zGw/s400/DSCF0158.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-4270868039638601508?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/4270868039638601508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=4270868039638601508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/4270868039638601508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/4270868039638601508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-21st-9th-november-2008.html' title='My 21st - 9th November 2008'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SRyYzWbgZKI/AAAAAAAAAYs/njAjqCVg7Vs/s72-c/DSCF0100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-8078802894211577429</id><published>2008-11-09T17:44:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:50:28.790Z</updated><title type='text'>21st in the 21st Century</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's officially. I'm no longer as young as I used to be. A little older now but frankly the change from 20 to 21 isn't as big as the change from 19 to 20. Last year, I really felt it as I can no longer be considered as a teen. Sigh. But being 21 now, at least I can look forward to adulthood (not really actually)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just a quick post - The blog has been changed to some extend. Took a while because I had other things to do (duh) and I spent a lot of time creating the pictures rather than changing the layout. I haven't been editing blog templates for a while so it might take some time but I'll do more changes to the layouts soon enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The space picture at the top was fun to make, easily one of my favourites as it looked like crap at the beginning but it turned out alright later on. I really like the water fonts effects - simple to do and it looks really nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I've read, there are a couple of tags for me to do, I'll get to them later. No worries. I'll have dinner in a short while and there's a possibility of me getting drunk tonight, I really hope not. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-8078802894211577429?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/8078802894211577429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=8078802894211577429&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/8078802894211577429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/8078802894211577429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2008/11/21st-in-21st-century.html' title='21st in the 21st Century'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-229658900042155961</id><published>2008-10-30T16:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:32:11.886Z</updated><title type='text'>I have been skipping lectures..</title><content type='html'>Honestly, I havent been to the LSE for such a long time - I need to go there I think. Haha. Anyways (I'll go tomorrow for sure), because I have been skipping, I ended up spending a lot of time in my room. I starting to like my room more now. I already liked it from the start as it has the biggest bloody mirrors I have ever seen. We're talking from the bottom to the ceiling! My vanity will never EVER end. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems like time passes extremely fast when least expected. It's almost a month since I got here! Argh! I'm leaving soon already - can't wait to go back though, I really dislike the winter here. But let's not discuss that here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bear with the changes here and there - the one on top... can u see it? My name there.. hehe - I'll be working on more of them. Been browsing around to see what I can come up with. I'm thinking of putting more visually stimulating pictures but I'm afraid that might just cause me to visit my blog more often than before. I think I'll just keep those pictures to myself.. hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random note to just fill up this post... ever tried searching wikipedia for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;? hahaha - Yes, I'm too free sometime..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-229658900042155961?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/229658900042155961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=229658900042155961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/229658900042155961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/229658900042155961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-been-skipping-lectures.html' title='I have been skipping lectures..'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-3172892112697987754</id><published>2008-10-27T20:32:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:43:22.246Z</updated><title type='text'>The start of ice...</title><content type='html'>That dreaded time of the year has come. Winter - here we come! All the low temperatures, the chilling winds, the early sunsets, the late sunrises and the misty breaths. Is that too long a description? Here's one word - Gloomy. Hahaha&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Had a weird dream yesterday, it involved swimming pools, a luxurious resident and girls. Shan't talk anymore about it here - or to anyone but I'll just say that I have to stop thinking about lots of things. Just focus one the things that matters and let go of the rest. Worrying is like a rocking chair - it gives you something to do but does not get you anywhere. -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now now, where was I? Ah yes, I was talking bout winter and how I HATE winter here. That's why I'm heading right back to Msia this winter.. hehe. But other that than I sort of like the other seasons. Autumn is esp nice for the cool breeze blended with the nice amount of sunlight. Throw it a bunch of colourful crunchy leaves on the ground and you get a very nice stroll around anywhere! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SQYp16sSvHI/AAAAAAAAAYk/c7Fc1xcRoHk/s400/DSCF0008.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261939220893842546" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Autumn in Hamstead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But of course winter is inevitable. Nothing we can do about it - no matter how much I rant and rant about it. Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More pics on the event above later - photoshoping the pictures and trying something new to my blog - look forward to it... A revamp blog coming soon...     &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;911&lt;/span&gt;08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... that's inevitable as well - nothing you can do about it.. hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS - livejournal.com became undeadjournal.com - hahahaha (lame)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-3172892112697987754?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/3172892112697987754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=3172892112697987754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/3172892112697987754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/3172892112697987754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2008/10/start-of-ice.html' title='The start of ice...'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SQYp16sSvHI/AAAAAAAAAYk/c7Fc1xcRoHk/s72-c/DSCF0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-1579853812850568528</id><published>2008-10-15T18:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T18:50:22.557+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in London</title><content type='html'>Alright, I was back about 2 weeks ago - it's been ok so far. The homeworks are piling in, societies seem more boring than the previous years (which in a way is a good thing), I am planning more trips (just got back from one in Bath - can someone please! upload some pictures), job hunts on-going, lectures and classes to attend, what else can I saw? It's back to being busy - as it should be in London. It's always busy and frankly I won't have it any other way. Currently waiting for my laundry to be done so that I can wear my shirt to another career fair that I'm attending later tonight. Yes, life is always busy here - but that's what I want, at this age at least.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to update a little differently this time - let's do it according to people this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michelle - I just saw you today. Miss you, and I'm already stuffed with Ben's Cookies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PE1s - Hey guys, great time at Bath, let's do more weekend trips. London next right? Don't ffk k..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saolee, Jo-anne - make sure you guys get ready for Taman Negara end of this year! Hehe, I'll try to call more ppl (girls like KeatWei, Michelle Tan, Zhao...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zhao - Err, I'll get your two keychains k. Don't merajuk. Get you some useful keychains that can open bottles la. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chialing - You think a lot.. seriously. I can see from your blog. Chill out more and don't take yourself too seriously. Some things in life that you can change or do something about, just do it. If it's out of your control then let it go. There's no point in pondering and worrying over it.I like that quote you had. "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Enjoy life - for you only go through it once." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Jolene - Go study la! Hahahaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Yeo,Seetho,CCV,Carin - We'll drink our livers away in December! So take care of your health before that... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Cheers People! We're not that young anymore (sigh, miss the secondary and college life) but we're not that old yet! Muahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-1579853812850568528?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/1579853812850568528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=1579853812850568528&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/1579853812850568528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/1579853812850568528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-in-london.html' title='Back in London'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-727585188067423915</id><published>2008-09-27T10:58:00.016+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T11:41:16.591+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures say millions of words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;And thus I'll let the picture do the talking for once. Here are some pictures from my lastest trip to Langkawi Island with my fellow PE1-ians.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Langkawi Trip, according to Shaun:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SN4NVPz_4NI/AAAAAAAAAYc/pK55eia8zT8/s1600-h/the-guys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SN4NVPz_4NI/AAAAAAAAAYc/pK55eia8zT8/s400/the-guys.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250648874233618642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SN4NGsJCtwI/AAAAAAAAAYU/nS8dY0OE_Vk/s1600-h/Langkawi-2-028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SN4NGsJCtwI/AAAAAAAAAYU/nS8dY0OE_Vk/s400/Langkawi-2-028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250648624140039938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SN4Myg8mAJI/AAAAAAAAAYM/6lzkwfoqoqk/s1600-h/trans-zhao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SN4Myg8mAJI/AAAAAAAAAYM/6lzkwfoqoqk/s400/trans-zhao.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250648277537652882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SN4MYuokhfI/AAAAAAAAAYE/HLPm9fquMXo/s1600-h/driver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SN4MYuokhfI/AAAAAAAAAYE/HLPm9fquMXo/s400/driver.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250647834535167474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SN4KHakLmLI/AAAAAAAAAX8/JNOj6XojlyM/s1600-h/water-fart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SN4KHakLmLI/AAAAAAAAAX8/JNOj6XojlyM/s400/water-fart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250645338067015858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SN4IwZK_zPI/AAAAAAAAAX0/i0Qmrk8DlCg/s1600-h/water-victim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SN4IwZK_zPI/AAAAAAAAAX0/i0Qmrk8DlCg/s400/water-victim.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250643843044330738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SN4IS5jiafI/AAAAAAAAAXs/SV5dxwrDGBg/s1600-h/jumping-into-the-water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SN4IS5jiafI/AAAAAAAAAXs/SV5dxwrDGBg/s400/jumping-into-the-water.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250643336341121522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SN4H8VYFMxI/AAAAAAAAAXk/D2FDOcmZdfo/s1600-h/coke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SN4H8VYFMxI/AAAAAAAAAXk/D2FDOcmZdfo/s400/coke.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250642948672271122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SN4He3j97AI/AAAAAAAAAXc/rSKUJ4_6-2s/s1600-h/buried-zhao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SN4He3j97AI/AAAAAAAAAXc/rSKUJ4_6-2s/s400/buried-zhao.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250642442452855810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Bride throwing the bouquet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SN4HBpepMaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/0DwF9ob9oEk/s1600-h/bride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SN4HBpepMaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/0DwF9ob9oEk/s400/bride.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250641940456223138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SN4GRPlPuQI/AAAAAAAAAXM/6k3bggvQbJQ/s1600-h/look-away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SN4GRPlPuQI/AAAAAAAAAXM/6k3bggvQbJQ/s400/look-away.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250641108870871298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SN4GAD5XqZI/AAAAAAAAAXE/i7LyR4djf60/s1600-h/deer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SN4GAD5XqZI/AAAAAAAAAXE/i7LyR4djf60/s400/deer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250640813676276114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SN4FrqO_KCI/AAAAAAAAAW8/RcWo2nlV8Y4/s1600-h/group-pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SN4FrqO_KCI/AAAAAAAAAW8/RcWo2nlV8Y4/s400/group-pic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250640463190239266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time! Cheers ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-727585188067423915?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/727585188067423915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=727585188067423915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/727585188067423915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/727585188067423915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2008/09/pictures-say-millions-of-words.html' title='Pictures say millions of words'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SN4NVPz_4NI/AAAAAAAAAYc/pK55eia8zT8/s72-c/the-guys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-7982221798035528251</id><published>2008-09-25T07:24:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T18:55:35.578+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Broadway Parodies Lagi Lah</title><content type='html'>The setting:&lt;div&gt;I was planning to take my mum out to a theatre, not the cinema one but rather a live performance, something that I believe hasn't really caught on to the Malaysian interest. Flipping through the Star (a trusted newpaper brand that reports with absolutely no bias interest nor taking any sides), I was greeted with an article on theatres. Comedy Court splashed as the title for that page and instantly I was attracted to it. Prior to this, I have seen their works online through the wonders of video streaming, now I have the chance to see them live! That'd amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The unexpected:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A call was made to the Actor's studio in BSC to confirm tickets for Tuesday's performance. Surprisingly, more like shockingly - every single ticket was sold out even to the last day of the show. There went my hopes of seeing their humourous work on the local political scene. Sigh - shattered hopes was left as I flipped through the Star again hoping for another theatre that perhaps could offer the something similliar. Hope was restored when I saw &lt;a href="http://www.klpac.com/Welcome.asp?c=whatsontheatreview&amp;amp;theatreID=254&amp;amp;theatrecatID=6"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; on the theatre page. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Broadway Parodies Lagi Lah&lt;/span&gt; was a musical made up of parodies of old classics hitting on the Malaysian lifestlye including the food, shopping and the politics. At first I was a little sceptical about this play. First, I have never heard about it unlike Comedy Court. Secondly the tickets were NOT sold out - meaning it may not be as good as Comedy Court. And lastly, the tickets were cheaper and having the Malaysian mentality (the typical one) being the cheaper one means it surely isn't as good as the more expensive one la. But having no choice - I bought two tickets for that night. Let's just hope it isn't bad, I really don't mind just an average show at the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The unexpected... 2:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.klpac.com/UserFiles/Image/BPLL_webfull(1).jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.broadwayparodieslah.blogspot.com/"&gt;The cast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The show starting of with 3 reminders to turn off your handphone and to halt from flash photography, one of each of the main races - Malay Chinese Indian. Suffice to say, from the quality of the reminders, the only words running through my minds was: What in the world have I gotten myself into? OMG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But to my surprise, after the second song, I found myself slowly giggling to their jokes and expressions. Another song later that giggly turned into laughters so loud that my stomache started to ache. The very fact that they could sing practically just about anything from eating under a tree to eating everything with chillies on top and even about the famous Good Morning Towel just amazed and humoured me. These are the very things that we Malaysians can relate to so well, these are the things that we grew up with. Just hearing songs about them brought so many beautiful memories of my life grewing up in this country. After every song, I found myself eagerly wanting to hear more, my eagerness was so strong that I couldn't believe the 2 hours I spent there flew by so quickly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The performers were brilliant with their expressions, clear vocals and amazing voices. I was thoroughly impressed. I won't reveal too much on the show here, seriously go see it for yourself and just have a really good laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One thing to mention through, I really loved the last song - I thought it was exceptionally creative and it was played out wonderfully. Because of that I now have a new view of the word 'Bodoh' Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Broadway Parodies Lagi Lah is truly an original parody show. I went in a sceptic and came out a really happy person with an aching stomache. It's amazing to see Malaysia producing such talents that produced such lameness. Thumbs up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Malaysia Boleh &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-7982221798035528251?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/7982221798035528251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=7982221798035528251&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/7982221798035528251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/7982221798035528251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2008/09/broadway-parodies-lagi-lah.html' title='Broadway Parodies Lagi Lah'/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-5207121694240098085</id><published>2008-09-22T07:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T10:33:02.498+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a while -been pretty busy with trying to enjoy my holidays. Honestly, sometimes it feels like I have so much to do that this doesn't really feel like a holiday at all. Hope the next one would be a bit more relaxing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have just over a week left here! Omg, just how fast time passes! I do look forward to going back to school but this holiday feels so short, seriously. But it was great meeting up and spending time with lots of old faces. I think it's amazing that we can still be good friends that after so many years. Haha, let's have more fun end of this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just got back from Langkawi - it was pretty fun. There was alcohol, food, the beach, nice hotel and best of all, good company. More pics to come when I go get them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got this picture from saolee. Haha - a nice picture to add to the list of weird things that have happened to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you had Su-Chan's tiramisu cake thrown at your shoes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SNdERBzX8jI/AAAAAAAAAWs/-V7Oy1i6r8E/s400/IMG_4762.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248738950055981618" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can say I have now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17070512-5207121694240098085?l=ice-shaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/feeds/5207121694240098085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17070512&amp;postID=5207121694240098085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/5207121694240098085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17070512/posts/default/5207121694240098085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-shaun.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-been-while-been-pretty-busy-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Sh@Un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477484745069508612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SI0DDeu8pHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8tXTMtNEnc/S220/joker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N5E1jpdxUQI/SNdERBzX8jI/AAAAAAAAAWs/-V7Oy1i6r8E/s72-c/IMG_4762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17070512.post-569306919446379501</id><published>2008-09-06T07:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T07:49:30.382+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia</title><content type='html'>There's no place like home. I lOVE it! Nothing much has changed and I can only see improvements here. Ignore the politics - I didn't pay much attention to it in the first place. Ignore the rise in petrol - there was a drop in the price and it hasn't really changed the amount of cars in PJ. Ignore the rise in food prices - it was already so darn cheap to begin with. Everything's great except for the very fact the it is raining cats and dogs ever so often here. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh - I would like to start of my first post here in Malaysia with a camera but a certain someone has custody of it. I'll get it back soon enough. Many things has happened since I got back about a week and a half ago. Seriously a LOT of things happened back to back. This didn't really feel like a relaxing holiday at all. But it was fun - met a lot of friends that I haven't seen in a while. All of the events can be seen through facebook - the so called new way of networking and updating people with your lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've seen many new places and faces, yet I feel that we must do something different. I don't believe that food, shopping, cinemas and cc's are the only fun things that KL/PJ can offer. I'm on a mission to LOOK for more than just these...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note - was watching a lot of movies lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.lovegurumovie.com/images/the-love-guru.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Guru&lt;/strong&gt;: Funny but silly. Absolutely illogical slap stick comedy. Mike's beard looks overly done - too curly and he seems to like to drop his pants to show of his metal undergarment. A decent attempt at acting for Justin's part - but then again it's hard to judge one's acting skills when he's playing a hockey gollie with the 'biggest' package in that sport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoyment factor&lt;/strong&gt;: Jessica Alba. Enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.firstshowing.net/img/zohan-poster2-med.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't mess with the Zohan&lt;/strong&gt;: Action, romance and comedy. I won't call it action actually when it's one guy taking out a whole battalion of terrorist without breaking into a sweat. This was more like bullying - he can even stop a bullet! But since there were some explosions, I'll let it slide. Overall a pretty good show as it touched on some issues that are currently related in the States. The main girl is pretty, a good eye candy from time to time. You won't laugh your heads off in this one but it's a good show none the less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoyment factor&lt;/strong&gt;: Two guys pushing their packages at an old lady. Priceless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.slashfilm.com/wp/wp-content/images/use-this.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Babylon AD
