<?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-1635698280801563784</id><updated>2012-02-17T00:50:41.399+08:00</updated><category term='Important'/><title type='text'>The Myriad Snapshots of SueRealismHime</title><subtitle type='html'>Picture Blog taken from my iPhone.
Many people asked why iPhone. Well, 2 of my devices that I handled are inside. So why not buy the end product of the device under my product ownership? Makes total sense right? Yea, I'm an engiNerd</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hikazew®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119962184004047677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SSTlc0xFXZI/AAAAAAAAALE/5pNql-kvVw4/S220/Picture+061.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635698280801563784.post-6486612156536340265</id><published>2010-12-31T15:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T12:34:09.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Important'/><title type='text'>This Blog</title><content type='html'>Hello People,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog contains images that are taken from my iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you a story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, a country girl travelled to a big city and meet a city boy. Then the city boy showed the country girl a magic Apple called iPhone. She has then fallen in love with the sleek iPhone 2.0 and also with the city boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the country girl lives happily in the big city with her new iPhone 3G and still very much in love with the city boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and please support reading my humble blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635698280801563784-6486612156536340265?l=hikazew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/6486612156536340265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/6486612156536340265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-blog.html' title='This Blog'/><author><name>hikazew®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119962184004047677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SSTlc0xFXZI/AAAAAAAAALE/5pNql-kvVw4/S220/Picture+061.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635698280801563784.post-9120010857102175533</id><published>2009-01-13T18:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T18:45:28.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mosiac me</title><content type='html'>Haha.. have been meaning to do this since a long time ago. I wanted to come up with a project but couldn't think of anything interesting.. then i remember i have tons of unused photos and plan to recycle them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the result is this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SWxwKmTmv1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/oNGgNohOHQQ/s1600-h/me+july2007-sue+and+eve+picture+base-30x30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SWxwKmTmv1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/oNGgNohOHQQ/s400/me+july2007-sue+and+eve+picture+base-30x30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290726989637271378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my next project.. make one mosaic for city boy.. and hope he puts it in his blog..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635698280801563784-9120010857102175533?l=hikazew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/feeds/9120010857102175533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635698280801563784&amp;postID=9120010857102175533' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/9120010857102175533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/9120010857102175533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/2009/01/mosiac-me.html' title='mosiac me'/><author><name>hikazew®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119962184004047677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SSTlc0xFXZI/AAAAAAAAALE/5pNql-kvVw4/S220/Picture+061.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SWxwKmTmv1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/oNGgNohOHQQ/s72-c/me+july2007-sue+and+eve+picture+base-30x30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635698280801563784.post-4962663944676485223</id><published>2008-11-20T12:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T12:53:35.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DannyChoo.com is in Singapore</title><content type='html'>Tra-la-la on a Wednesday afternoon, took a sick leave.. *cough cough* Doctor told me not to go office and spread my germs around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err am i getting in trouble for saying all this aloud? Erm.. what if i coughed and spread my germs on the hardworking people of my company *XYZ*?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead i went to a workshop ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SSTsEXRLKcI/AAAAAAAAAME/jRiU0tuTSfk/s1600-h/IMG_0184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SSTsEXRLKcI/AAAAAAAAAME/jRiU0tuTSfk/s400/IMG_0184.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270597023640005058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a pic with Danny &gt;.&lt; He commented on my iPhone and how he didn't get one yet. Somebody from Apple quick send him one.. so he can make a review on his blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SSTsECikCYI/AAAAAAAAAL8/nix5IFUO9aQ/s1600-h/DannyChoo+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SSTsECikCYI/AAAAAAAAAL8/nix5IFUO9aQ/s400/DannyChoo+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270597018075793794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went in and sit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SSTsD7KPXcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/8e6nCi0Tcd8/s1600-h/DannyChoo+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SSTsD7KPXcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/8e6nCi0Tcd8/s400/DannyChoo+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270597016094727618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this happened inside this building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SSTrrQCTuOI/AAAAAAAAALs/sSVQQRq69u0/s1600-h/IMG_0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SSTrrQCTuOI/AAAAAAAAALs/sSVQQRq69u0/s400/IMG_0183.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270596592201873634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635698280801563784-4962663944676485223?l=hikazew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/feeds/4962663944676485223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635698280801563784&amp;postID=4962663944676485223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/4962663944676485223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/4962663944676485223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/2008/11/dannychoocom-is-in-singapore.html' title='DannyChoo.com is in Singapore'/><author><name>hikazew®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119962184004047677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SSTlc0xFXZI/AAAAAAAAALE/5pNql-kvVw4/S220/Picture+061.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SSTsEXRLKcI/AAAAAAAAAME/jRiU0tuTSfk/s72-c/IMG_0184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635698280801563784.post-6921431484094788187</id><published>2008-01-04T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T17:23:40.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tale of Two Scorpios</title><content type='html'>I'd like to try my hand on writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sea-Goat went up to the river bank to gather some morning dew from the flowers that grow along the banks. Two scorpios were attracted to the Sea-Goat and one held on to her horns and one held on to the tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scorpio that held on to the head saw what the Sea-Goat's potential, her intelligence that is reflected in her eyes and real self is. He wants her for the things that may bring in the future and what she holds in her present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scorpio that held on her tail saw her for the personality and beauty she had once and desires to keep her the same forever by building an empire for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635698280801563784-6921431484094788187?l=hikazew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/feeds/6921431484094788187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635698280801563784&amp;postID=6921431484094788187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/6921431484094788187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/6921431484094788187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/2008/01/tale-of-two-scorpios.html' title='The Tale of Two Scorpios'/><author><name>hikazew®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119962184004047677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SSTlc0xFXZI/AAAAAAAAALE/5pNql-kvVw4/S220/Picture+061.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635698280801563784.post-6998391932573729808</id><published>2007-12-18T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T10:55:33.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Christmas Baubles</title><content type='html'>Yang: Ups and downs. Smiles and frowns. C. R. E. A. M. said:&lt;br /&gt;damn scared wei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monsoon Girl said:&lt;br /&gt;scared tilll balls drop off ar&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Yang: Ups and downs. Smiles and frowns. C. R. E. A. M. says (10:48 AM):&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;so geli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monsoon Girl says (10:48 AM):&lt;br /&gt;good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang: Ups and downs. Smiles and frowns. C. R. E. A. M. says (10:48 AM):&lt;br /&gt;so real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang: Ups and downs. Smiles and frowns. C. R. E. A. M. says (10:49 AM):&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monsoon Girl says (10:49 AM):&lt;br /&gt;pick up and hang in christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang: Ups and downs. Smiles and frowns. C. R. E. A. M. says (10:49 AM):&lt;br /&gt;hahha&lt;br /&gt;goo idea&lt;br /&gt;and let you lick&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Monsoon Girl says (10:49 AM):&lt;br /&gt;no la&lt;br /&gt;u hang a sign in ur tree&lt;br /&gt;say 'Lick Nuts for Luck'&lt;br /&gt;then put a donation box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monsoon Girl says (10:50 AM):&lt;br /&gt;write 'donate $5 to lick nuts'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang: Ups and downs. Smiles and frowns. C. R. E. A. M. says (10:50 AM):&lt;br /&gt;hahha&lt;br /&gt;good&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;damn song&lt;br /&gt;ahhhahha&lt;br /&gt;funny&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Yang: Ups and downs. Smiles and frowns. C. R. E. A. M. says (10:51 AM):&lt;br /&gt;shit la&lt;br /&gt;mine so lao beh one&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;ok liao&lt;br /&gt;ahhaha&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;  /v4&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Monsoon Girl says (10:52 AM):&lt;br /&gt;cilaka&lt;br /&gt;stop playing liao la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang: Ups and downs. Smiles and frowns. C. R. E. A. M. says (10:52 AM):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635698280801563784-6998391932573729808?l=hikazew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/feeds/6998391932573729808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635698280801563784&amp;postID=6998391932573729808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/6998391932573729808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/6998391932573729808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-christmas-baubles.html' title='New Christmas Baubles'/><author><name>hikazew®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119962184004047677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SSTlc0xFXZI/AAAAAAAAALE/5pNql-kvVw4/S220/Picture+061.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635698280801563784.post-7892796813122692613</id><published>2007-12-03T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T11:59:03.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to forgive you.. for my own good.</title><content type='html'>It isn't easy to forgive. But I need to forgive you. For myself. For my own selfishness I need to forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 STEPS ON HOW TO FORGIVE  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Recall the incident where the wrongdoer had upset you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Recognise your feelings, which are often upset and dislike.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Discuss the issue with a family member or a close friend to express your feelings on the matter to lighten your heart.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Turn your hostile feelings to acceptance although your emotions may be justified.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Analyse and try to understand what caused the rift and also understand the other person's perspective even if you don't agree with it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. After understanding the factors that had contributed to the situation, prepare yourself to forgive and forget the matter to release your mental burden.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You should be ready by now to meet the person and to forgive him or her.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Find a suitable time to forgive the person and the recommended period is during an auspicious event like a festival or anniversary or birthday or wedding as these happy events allow our heart to open freely.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When you meet the person, make the decision to forgive by communicating clearly. You may want to let the person know that you have been hurt or whatever that has happened.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Renew your friendship or relationship with the person with trust and compassion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635698280801563784-7892796813122692613?l=hikazew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/feeds/7892796813122692613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635698280801563784&amp;postID=7892796813122692613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/7892796813122692613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/7892796813122692613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-need-to-forgive-you-for-my-own-good.html' title='I need to forgive you.. for my own good.'/><author><name>hikazew®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119962184004047677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SSTlc0xFXZI/AAAAAAAAALE/5pNql-kvVw4/S220/Picture+061.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635698280801563784.post-6668704717913500837</id><published>2007-11-06T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T09:33:54.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware of Garbage Trucks</title><content type='html'>Found this gem that my housemate send to me on my work mail. Just wanna share it with you readers.. I doubt that I have any left.&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware of Garbage Trucks &lt;br /&gt;By David J. Pollay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you let other people's nonsense change your mood?  Do you let a bad driver, rude waiter, curt boss, or an insensitive colleague ruin your day?  Unless you're a robot, you are bound to blow your top off.  However, the mark of a sucessful person is how quickly he or she can get back his or her focus on what's important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixteen years ago, I learned this lesson. I learn it in the back of a New York City taxi cab.  Here's what happen ed . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hopped in a taxi, and we took off for Grand Central Station.  We were driving in the right lane when, all of a sudden, a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us.  My taxi driver slammed on his brakes, skidded, and missed the other car's back end by just inches! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver of the other car, the guy who almost caused a big accident, whipped his head around and he started yelling bad words at us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy.  And I mean he was really friendly.  So, I said, "Why did you do that?  This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is when my taxi driver told me what I now called, 'The Law of the Garbage Truck'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people are like garbage trucks.  They run around full of garbage, full of f r ustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment.  As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it.  If they happen to dump it on you, don't take it personally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just smile, wave, wish them well, and moved on.  You'll be happier if you did that rather than fight them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was it: 'The Law of the Garbage Truck'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking, how often do I let garbage trucks run right over me?  And how often do I take their garbage and spread it to other people: at work, at home, on the street?  It was that day I said, "I'm not going to do it anymore."  I see garbage trucks everywhere and everyday.  I see the load they're carrying.  I see them coming to drop it off.  And like my taxi driver, I don't make it a personal thing; I just smile, wave, wish them well, and I move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good leaders know they have to be ready for their next meeting.  Good parents know they have to welcome their kids home from school with hugs and kisses.  Teachers and parents know that they have to be fully present and at their best for the people they care about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day. What about you? What would happen in your life, starting today, if you let more garbage trucks pass you by? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my bet. You'll be happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635698280801563784-6668704717913500837?l=hikazew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/feeds/6668704717913500837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635698280801563784&amp;postID=6668704717913500837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/6668704717913500837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/6668704717913500837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/2007/11/beware-of-garbage-trucks.html' title='Beware of Garbage Trucks'/><author><name>hikazew®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119962184004047677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SSTlc0xFXZI/AAAAAAAAALE/5pNql-kvVw4/S220/Picture+061.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635698280801563784.post-8395496774139415565</id><published>2007-11-01T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T14:11:55.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting a Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/Rylt3RarKxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/XyQSfyhFXMQ/s1600-h/nakata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/Rylt3RarKxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/XyQSfyhFXMQ/s400/nakata.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127750447073536786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips for guys getting a haircut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get one like Hidetoshi Nakata. His looks are to die for. Gotta love his eyes. Small but cute. Me like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635698280801563784-8395496774139415565?l=hikazew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/feeds/8395496774139415565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635698280801563784&amp;postID=8395496774139415565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/8395496774139415565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/8395496774139415565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/2007/11/getting-haircut.html' title='Getting a Haircut'/><author><name>hikazew®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119962184004047677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SSTlc0xFXZI/AAAAAAAAALE/5pNql-kvVw4/S220/Picture+061.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/Rylt3RarKxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/XyQSfyhFXMQ/s72-c/nakata.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635698280801563784.post-7773958321117271323</id><published>2007-10-21T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T20:52:55.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Me by Collin Raye</title><content type='html'>Go to the link..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ND7Q6DOdsAY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ND7Q6DOdsAY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ND7Q6DOdsAY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ND7Q6DOdsAY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. lovey dovey mood? Why? The moment I am down.. the moment one left.. there is always another one.. this other one is.. C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635698280801563784-7773958321117271323?l=hikazew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/feeds/7773958321117271323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635698280801563784&amp;postID=7773958321117271323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/7773958321117271323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/7773958321117271323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-me-by-collin-raye.html' title='Love, Me by Collin Raye'/><author><name>hikazew®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119962184004047677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SSTlc0xFXZI/AAAAAAAAALE/5pNql-kvVw4/S220/Picture+061.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635698280801563784.post-2985284897636560538</id><published>2007-10-02T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T20:41:06.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Death of a Shelter Dog.</title><content type='html'>(Author unknown) - from the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child and despite a member of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Whenever I was "bad", you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub.&lt;br /&gt;My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believe that life could not be anymore perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice-creams (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said) and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Gradually, you began spending time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and dissapointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person". Still, I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was faschinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room or to a dog crate.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I because a "prisoner of love".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because now your touch was so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life in need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the drive way.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You've made the right decision for your "family", but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You filled out the paper work and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a paned look. They understand the realistics facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers". You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No Daddy! please don't let them take my dog!".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsiblities, and about respect for all life.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You gave me a good-bye on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. After you left me, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked, "How could you?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;They are as attentive to us here as their busy schedule allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you have changed your mind -- that this was a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When I realize I could not complete with the frolicking for attention of nappy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The prisoner of love had run of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She gently placed a torniquet around my forelegs as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She pexpertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cold liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained that it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail "How could you?" was not directed to her. It was directed to you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635698280801563784-2985284897636560538?l=hikazew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/feeds/2985284897636560538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635698280801563784&amp;postID=2985284897636560538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/2985284897636560538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/2985284897636560538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-and-death-of-shelter-dog.html' title='Life and Death of a Shelter Dog.'/><author><name>hikazew®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119962184004047677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SSTlc0xFXZI/AAAAAAAAALE/5pNql-kvVw4/S220/Picture+061.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635698280801563784.post-5455890132771801820</id><published>2007-10-01T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T11:58:34.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lust, Caution!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/focus_features/lustcaution/"&gt;Here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came out from the cinema thoughtful. If I can win the heart of the most dangerous and powerful man on earth, would I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would she love more? The bad guy who finally loves her or the good guy (good side) who is using her? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good and bad is subjective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda having the dileamma myself. Would I love a guy who will be using me or would I love the guy who truly loves me although he is bad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635698280801563784-5455890132771801820?l=hikazew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/feeds/5455890132771801820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635698280801563784&amp;postID=5455890132771801820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/5455890132771801820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/5455890132771801820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/2007/10/lust-caution.html' title='Lust, Caution!'/><author><name>hikazew®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119962184004047677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SSTlc0xFXZI/AAAAAAAAALE/5pNql-kvVw4/S220/Picture+061.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635698280801563784.post-283719477403276521</id><published>2007-09-27T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T16:21:29.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puteri Gunung Plagiarisme</title><content type='html'>I'm not saying they copied it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying they don't copy it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that there could be a teeny weeny bit of plagiarisme?&lt;br /&gt;But here I present to you the song Shima Uta but i wont link Puteri Gunung Ledang's theme song side by side. You'd be the judge. The verdict is yours! (I love to say it, it used to be in New's Straits Times Sunday Column).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SEd1uJEp6MI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SEd1uJEp6MI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/1635698280801563784-283719477403276521?l=hikazew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/feeds/283719477403276521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635698280801563784&amp;postID=283719477403276521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/283719477403276521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/283719477403276521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/2007/09/puteri-gunung-plagiarisme.html' title='Puteri Gunung Plagiarisme'/><author><name>hikazew®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119962184004047677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SSTlc0xFXZI/AAAAAAAAALE/5pNql-kvVw4/S220/Picture+061.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635698280801563784.post-5911016313824065126</id><published>2007-09-18T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T17:22:06.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life after death</title><content type='html'>Found this in internet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Malaysian dies and goes to hell. There he finds that there is a different hell for each country. He goes first to the German hell and asks, "What do they do here?" He is told, "First they put you in an electric chair for an hour. Then they lay you on a bed of nails for another hour. Then the German devil comes in and whips you for the rest of the day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man does not like the sound of that at all, so he moves on. He checks out the USA hell as well as the Russian hell and many more. He discovers that they are all more or less the same as the German hell.Then he comes to the Malaysian hell and finds that there is a very &lt;br /&gt;long line of people waiting to get in. Amazed he asks, "What do they do here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is told, "First they put you in an electric chair for an hour. Then they lay you on a bed of nails for another hour. Then the Malaysian devil &lt;br /&gt;comes in and whips you for the rest of the day." "But that is exactly the same as all the other hells - why are there so many people waiting to get in?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because maintenance is so bad that the electric chair does not work. Then someone has stolen all the nails from the bed, and the devil is a former Government servant, so he comes in, signs the register and then goes to the canteen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635698280801563784-5911016313824065126?l=hikazew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/feeds/5911016313824065126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635698280801563784&amp;postID=5911016313824065126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/5911016313824065126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/5911016313824065126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/2007/09/life-after-death.html' title='Life after death'/><author><name>hikazew®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119962184004047677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SSTlc0xFXZI/AAAAAAAAALE/5pNql-kvVw4/S220/Picture+061.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635698280801563784.post-6710711114841770402</id><published>2007-09-11T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T11:18:38.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do if u are stopped by Malaysian police</title><content type='html'>I received this in an email. &lt;br /&gt;I wasnt stopped by police before but I was home with my grandma when a white van driven by 2 malay dude stopped in front of our house and claimed they are from Telekom Malaysia and wants to fix our line. We didn't call the phone company. My grandma was ready to let them in but I stopped her. I was only 10 but I realised that the van didn't have Telekom logo on. Grandma scolded me for obstructing her. She didn't understand Malay but she understand 'Telekom' means the phone company. I shouted in Malay asking them to go away cos the phone line is fine here. A furious and frustrated time when adults don't wanna believe a 10 year old. Sigh, luckily they gave up and leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do, if you are stopped by Police in Malaysia &lt;br /&gt;This is is very useful information. Please pass it on to your friends and family... especially the women folk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you are stopped by persons who claimed they are plain clothes police, you are under no obligation to answer their questions or follow their orders, lawyers told Malaysiakini today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Policeman who is not wearing his uniform does not have the authority to stop anyone," lawyer and human rights activist Sivarasa Rasiah said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sivarasa was commenting on the alleged gang-rape of an 18-year-old Uni student by four men claiming to be police officers on New Year's Eve. The girl said that her car was stopped in Taman Tun Dr Ismail in Kuala Lumpur and were asked by the men to open the car bonnet. She was then told that she had committed an offence and ordered to follow the men to a police station. The girl was driven in her car along the North-South expressway to the Tapah-Cameron Highlands road before she was raped in an oil palm estate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This incident, and many others, have sparked confusion over the procedures which motorists must follow when flagged down by the police. "The most common problem is that most people take instructions without determining if the other person is really a cop," lawyer Annie Santiago said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if you are stopped by a uniformed policeman, then you are required to stop. But you need not get out of the car because you are not expected to do so, Santiago said. He other rule to follow is to provide your identity card only when you are asked to do so. "Even then, you should get his ID first to confirm if he is a cop. There is no harm in calling the relevant police station to verify if he is supposed to be on duty that day," Sivarasa said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both lawyers said that motorists should never follow an officer to the police station unless one is under arrest. "If you are not sure, and your instincts tell you that something is wrong, then drive off to the nearest police station and lodge a report," Sivarasa said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In response to the alleged gang-rape of the 18-year-old, Women's Aid Organisation executive-secretary Ivy Josiah called on the police to launch an education program to teach the public about their rights to prevent them from being victimised by bogus police officers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procedures to follow in the event you are stopped by uniformed police Officers while driving:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop the car and wind down your window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the police officers ask for your documents, request to see their&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDs first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are satisfied about their identity, ask them if you are being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summoned, and for what offence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Produce your identity card and driver's license and wait to collect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your summon ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the event that the police officers ask you to follow them to the police station:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask if you are under arrest and for what offence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not under arrest, you have the right to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the event you are flagged down by persons you believe could be plain clothes police:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not stop because plain clothes police officers do not have the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;authority to stop you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive to the nearest police station and lodge a report. (The same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;procedure applies to pedestrians)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the event the police come to your house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not let them in before checking their IDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not satisfied, phone the nearest police station and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confirm if they had been sent to your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are under no obligation to allow them into the house if they&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't have a search warrant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not go with them if you are not under arrest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the event persons who claimed to be plain clothes police come to your house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not let him in because they do not have the authority to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lodge a report at the nearest police station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE PASS IT ON.......... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;Original author unknown, article extracted from Forwarded email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635698280801563784-6710711114841770402?l=hikazew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/feeds/6710711114841770402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635698280801563784&amp;postID=6710711114841770402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/6710711114841770402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/6710711114841770402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-to-do-if-u-are-stopped-by.html' title='What to do if u are stopped by Malaysian police'/><author><name>hikazew®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119962184004047677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SSTlc0xFXZI/AAAAAAAAALE/5pNql-kvVw4/S220/Picture+061.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635698280801563784.post-7106820456605728105</id><published>2007-09-04T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T09:28:38.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mel Gibson in Penang</title><content type='html'>Overheard on radio today. Fat Fabes and Ben managed to hunt down Mel Gibson after a couple called in on Fix-It section and claimed that they saw Mel in 7-11 in Penang (me guessing Gurney). They got to talk to him and ask him if he wears 'sarong' to sleep. Well ain't that lovely. I thought nobody famous was gonna come over Penang. I guess Penang has it's own uniquenes too huh for a celebrity like him to come holidaying here :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635698280801563784-7106820456605728105?l=hikazew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/feeds/7106820456605728105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635698280801563784&amp;postID=7106820456605728105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/7106820456605728105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/7106820456605728105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/2007/09/mel-gibson-in-penang.html' title='Mel Gibson in Penang'/><author><name>hikazew®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119962184004047677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SSTlc0xFXZI/AAAAAAAAALE/5pNql-kvVw4/S220/Picture+061.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635698280801563784.post-2917746972074437086</id><published>2007-09-03T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T14:17:08.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Niche</title><content type='html'>Lynn bila yang tertulis untuk ku adalah yg terbaik untuk mu says:&lt;br /&gt;i didnt mean to say that planner/buyer in mXXXXXa not working hard enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lynn bila yang tertulis untuk ku adalah yg terbaik untuk mu says:&lt;br /&gt;i want to say that is this the modern slavery that we willing to commit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lim cheayeong says:&lt;br /&gt;if you are not willing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lim cheayeong says:&lt;br /&gt;you can quit and marry someone rich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lynn bila yang tertulis untuk ku adalah yg terbaik untuk mu says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lynn bila yang tertulis untuk ku adalah yg terbaik untuk mu says:&lt;br /&gt;i want to work in a healthy environment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lim cheayeong says:&lt;br /&gt;so you need to get real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lim cheayeong says:&lt;br /&gt;get real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lynn bila yang tertulis untuk ku adalah yg terbaik untuk mu says:&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lynn bila yang tertulis untuk ku adalah yg terbaik untuk mu says:&lt;br /&gt;i realise i wont be an outstanding worker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lynn bila yang tertulis untuk ku adalah yg terbaik untuk mu says:&lt;br /&gt;maybe only normal worker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lynn bila yang tertulis untuk ku adalah yg terbaik untuk mu says:&lt;br /&gt;cos i want my life too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lynn bila yang tertulis untuk ku adalah yg terbaik untuk mu says:&lt;br /&gt;i need a balance in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lim cheayeong says:&lt;br /&gt;but those successful people always say that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lim cheayeong says:&lt;br /&gt;even though they are busy they also find time to do things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lim cheayeong says:&lt;br /&gt;so i suppose there is a balance also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lynn Bila yang tertulis untukku Adalah yang terbaik untuk mu [listening to Le Cygne] says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah as long as we find our niche&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635698280801563784-2917746972074437086?l=hikazew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/feeds/2917746972074437086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635698280801563784&amp;postID=2917746972074437086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/2917746972074437086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/2917746972074437086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/2007/09/niche.html' title='Niche'/><author><name>hikazew®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119962184004047677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SSTlc0xFXZI/AAAAAAAAALE/5pNql-kvVw4/S220/Picture+061.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635698280801563784.post-408022888113602907</id><published>2007-09-03T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T09:55:45.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Said Nothing At All</title><content type='html'>Well, sometimes words is not needed when you try to say something. Here's a song from Ronan Keating. When you said nothing at all, it usually means something but sometime you don't have to say it out. It's okay. =)I sometimes love it when you say nothing but I know you're smiling and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AuJrEBtmM1Q"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AuJrEBtmM1Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When You Say Nothing At All"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing&lt;br /&gt;How you can speak&lt;br /&gt;Right to my heart&lt;br /&gt;Without saying a word,&lt;br /&gt;You can light up the dark&lt;br /&gt;Try as I may&lt;br /&gt;I could never explain&lt;br /&gt;What I hear when&lt;br /&gt;You don't say a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;br /&gt;The smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;Lets me know&lt;br /&gt;That you need me&lt;br /&gt;There's a truth&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Saying you'll never leave me&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand says&lt;br /&gt;You'll catch me&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I fall&lt;br /&gt;You say it best&lt;br /&gt;When you say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day long&lt;br /&gt;I can hear people&lt;br /&gt;Talking out loud&lt;br /&gt;But when you hold me near&lt;br /&gt;You drown out the crowd&lt;br /&gt;(The crowd)&lt;br /&gt;Try as they may&lt;br /&gt;Could never define&lt;br /&gt;What's been said&lt;br /&gt;Between your&lt;br /&gt;Heart and mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat chorus twice]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You say it best&lt;br /&gt;When you say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;You say it best&lt;br /&gt;When you say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing at all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;The truth in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand&lt;br /&gt;Let's me know&lt;br /&gt;That you need me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You say it best&lt;br /&gt;When you say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;You say it best&lt;br /&gt;When you say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing at all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;The truth in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand&lt;br /&gt;Let's me know&lt;br /&gt;That you need me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You say it best&lt;br /&gt;When you say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;You say it best&lt;br /&gt;When you say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing at all)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635698280801563784-408022888113602907?l=hikazew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/feeds/408022888113602907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635698280801563784&amp;postID=408022888113602907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/408022888113602907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/408022888113602907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-you-said-nothing-at-all.html' title='When You Said Nothing At All'/><author><name>hikazew®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119962184004047677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SSTlc0xFXZI/AAAAAAAAALE/5pNql-kvVw4/S220/Picture+061.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635698280801563784.post-8180054202867212084</id><published>2007-09-02T12:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T12:16:55.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Son</title><content type='html'>Lynn  said:&lt;br /&gt;cai cai (son)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Nameless says (11:52 AM):&lt;br /&gt;hi..mommy&lt;br /&gt;whos tat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lynn  says (11:53 AM):&lt;br /&gt;me lai&lt;br /&gt;and my classmate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nameless says (11:53 AM):&lt;br /&gt;o i c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lynn  says (11:53 AM):&lt;br /&gt;cai cai i miss u.. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nameless says (11:53 AM):&lt;br /&gt;mommy sure i know ler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lynn  says (11:53 AM):&lt;br /&gt;u miss mommy ma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nameless says (11:53 AM):&lt;br /&gt;im here im here ~ haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lynn  says (11:53 AM):&lt;br /&gt;got study hard ma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nameless says (11:54 AM):&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;nop..XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lynn  says (11:54 AM):&lt;br /&gt;how's ur girlfren?&lt;br /&gt;when wanna marry and let mommy drink ceremonial tea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nameless says (11:54 AM):&lt;br /&gt;she is sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lynn  says (11:54 AM):&lt;br /&gt;oww.. nvm mommy cook some herbal soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nameless says (11:54 AM):&lt;br /&gt;8 years later&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lynn  says (11:54 AM):&lt;br /&gt;oh ya&lt;br /&gt;wait til i old liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nameless says (11:54 AM):&lt;br /&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nameless says (11:55 AM):&lt;br /&gt;i attend ur wedding 1st lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lynn  says (11:55 AM):&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nameless says (11:55 AM):&lt;br /&gt;why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lynn  says (11:55 AM):&lt;br /&gt;nobody want mummy leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nameless says (11:56 AM):&lt;br /&gt;no la...the time hasnt come yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nameless says (11:57 AM):&lt;br /&gt;sure got ppl want de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lynn  says (11:58 AM):&lt;br /&gt;yeah &lt;br /&gt;keep heartbroken&lt;br /&gt;cai cai must watch out for mummy ler&lt;br /&gt;if mummy dating a jerk cai cai must tell me&lt;br /&gt;so mummy wont hurt again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nameless says (11:58 AM):&lt;br /&gt;i intro u some1 good lo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lynn  says (11:58 AM):&lt;br /&gt;dun wan&lt;br /&gt;cai cai fren too young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nameless says (11:59 AM):&lt;br /&gt;is it?i find old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lynn  says (11:59 AM):&lt;br /&gt;mummy old ler.. mummy dun want younger de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nameless says (11:59 AM):&lt;br /&gt;lol...kk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lynn  says (11:59 AM):&lt;br /&gt;ya find older n oso handsome de&lt;br /&gt;gou tai wai mang (tall, handsome and couregeous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nameless says (11:59 AM):&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lynn  says (11:59 AM):&lt;br /&gt;yin chun siu ssa (steady and dashing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nameless says (11:59 AM):&lt;br /&gt;mommy mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lynn  says (11:59 AM):&lt;br /&gt;jit dui mo tak teng (none can compare)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nameless says (11:59 AM):&lt;br /&gt;nxt time u got BF must tell me de o&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Nameless just sent you a nudge.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Nameless says (12:00 PM):&lt;br /&gt;ops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lynn  says (12:00 PM):&lt;br /&gt;see one glance straight falls head over heels type i want&lt;br /&gt;oh ya&lt;br /&gt;u online more then i tell u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nameless says (12:00 PM):&lt;br /&gt;kk&lt;br /&gt;need to get my notebook 1st ma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nameless says (12:01 PM):&lt;br /&gt;tis com really useless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lynn  says (12:01 PM):&lt;br /&gt;hmm ya get new notebook tell me which type&lt;br /&gt;mummy research for u the specs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nameless says (12:01 PM):&lt;br /&gt;which type better?&lt;br /&gt;lol..thx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lynn  says (12:01 PM):&lt;br /&gt;llol mummy just bought hp pavillion&lt;br /&gt;mummy's sis bought acer&lt;br /&gt;i think mine better&lt;br /&gt;whats ur budget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nameless says (12:02 PM):&lt;br /&gt;no budget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lynn  says (12:02 PM):&lt;br /&gt;wah.. RM 6k ook bo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nameless says (12:02 PM):&lt;br /&gt;should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lynn  says (12:02 PM):&lt;br /&gt;mine RM4k nia&lt;br /&gt;then get HP search for DV series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lynn  says (12:03 PM):&lt;br /&gt;should be enough play games n watch movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nameless says (12:03 PM):&lt;br /&gt;no games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lynn  says (12:03 PM):&lt;br /&gt;before u buy though u call n ask mummy first&lt;br /&gt;i check the latest price&lt;br /&gt;scared they tipu u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nameless says (12:03 PM):&lt;br /&gt;kk&lt;br /&gt;thx thx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lynn  says (12:03 PM):&lt;br /&gt;  guai cai&lt;br /&gt;mummy sayang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635698280801563784-8180054202867212084?l=hikazew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/feeds/8180054202867212084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635698280801563784&amp;postID=8180054202867212084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/8180054202867212084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/8180054202867212084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-son.html' title='My Son'/><author><name>hikazew®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119962184004047677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SSTlc0xFXZI/AAAAAAAAALE/5pNql-kvVw4/S220/Picture+061.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635698280801563784.post-3200932764777681097</id><published>2007-09-01T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T12:37:54.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Merdeka</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone has recovered from the Merdeka fever. Every radio station, tv advertisements, Merdeka sales, Merdeka dinner and dance, Merdeka party.. even when I go to church they preach Merdeka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much commercialisation. They just need a holiday and an excuse for it. Am I experiencing Merdeka? The thunderous firecrackers heard pre-Merdeka night doesn't interest me anymore. I feel sapped and drained. I watched how the fake bloods sucking the riches of the forest of the Penans (real bloods) and how it takes &lt;a href="http://forests.org/archive/indomalay/nosignof.htm"&gt;a Swiss&lt;/a&gt; missionary to fight for the Penan's rights. He went missing in the forest. That was in 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what am I to judge? After all after a few generations over here. I'm still regarded as immigrant. I'd probably know more about the history, speak better Malay, know more about this country than the fake bloods. Yet, how come we were shooed away and yet we don't stand up and change it? It's the Chinese mentality of not seeking trouble and go on with the tide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt disgusted. They belittle Tunku Abdul Rahman's effort. Forced him to step down so people like Razak will step in to gain power. Bah! How many people know about this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it is like people dont tell me I'm a Malaysian because I'm Chinese and wow..gee all the Chinese did was to gain control over the economy. Stupid politicians rally up the half-educated Malays and say go kill them. They are the cause of your poverty. So the blood bathe will repeat again. Geez.. the real people behind the cause of poverty is the politicians who use the fund to enrich themselves. They forgot about the other real bumiputeras which the aboriginies, the tribes from Borneo (Sabah and Sarawak).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't take a genius to figure the above out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635698280801563784-3200932764777681097?l=hikazew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/feeds/3200932764777681097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635698280801563784&amp;postID=3200932764777681097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/3200932764777681097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/3200932764777681097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/2007/09/post-merdeka.html' title='Post Merdeka'/><author><name>hikazew®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119962184004047677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SSTlc0xFXZI/AAAAAAAAALE/5pNql-kvVw4/S220/Picture+061.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635698280801563784.post-6899176288385726786</id><published>2007-08-17T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T11:17:51.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My very own 2 way Jacket</title><content type='html'>Yes, the 2 way jacket I designed for my company is finally out. I have made some without logo on it. =) I am proud that everyone likes it in my company. Although I didn't make it known that it is me who choose the colour, material, zippers and design etc. Shh.. this way it will be easier to ask for opinions. Hey, who wants to hire me to design jackets and sportswear? Just Kidding :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635698280801563784-6899176288385726786?l=hikazew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/feeds/6899176288385726786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635698280801563784&amp;postID=6899176288385726786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/6899176288385726786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/6899176288385726786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-very-own-2-way-jacket.html' title='My very own 2 way Jacket'/><author><name>hikazew®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119962184004047677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SSTlc0xFXZI/AAAAAAAAALE/5pNql-kvVw4/S220/Picture+061.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635698280801563784.post-7272025741744474495</id><published>2007-08-13T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T23:23:22.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glorious Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/RsB21Pa4q6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/YrWULpt3Nlk/s1600-h/P8131973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/RsB21Pa4q6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/YrWULpt3Nlk/s400/P8131973.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098205435227843490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glorious food.. For those who don't know this is a Nasi Kandar fare. There are fried squid with garlic and dried chili. And some ladies fingers in curry gravy. A dash of spice ( i dunno what is that ). Some beef in black soy curry. Yumm.. it tasted so heavenly. *Burp..*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635698280801563784-7272025741744474495?l=hikazew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/feeds/7272025741744474495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635698280801563784&amp;postID=7272025741744474495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/7272025741744474495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/7272025741744474495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/2007/08/glorious-food.html' title='Glorious Food'/><author><name>hikazew®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119962184004047677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SSTlc0xFXZI/AAAAAAAAALE/5pNql-kvVw4/S220/Picture+061.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/RsB21Pa4q6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/YrWULpt3Nlk/s72-c/P8131973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635698280801563784.post-6062065297272012387</id><published>2007-08-13T11:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T11:22:39.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gadget Lover</title><content type='html'>I'll give u a million reasons why gadgets are way cooler than another human. They are cold and they are not evil. Anyway don't  wanna talk about it. Lets take a look at these collectibles. Anyone familiar with Russian 'engine' in a &lt;a href="http://www.lomography.com/"&gt;camera&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to build and design one of these… and name it Ollie's Eyes. If true love ever exists, it is the first time I set my eyes on that camera. Something about it that makes me wanna hold him in my hands. =) I promise if I ever loved again I will always have Ollie by my side. We have so much things to explore. So many pictures to be taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear that Ollie is more worth it and is by my side through happiness and sadness. But mainly he captures the picture of me when I'm happy. Ollie made me beautiful. That is why I never edit my pictures. I don't have to. They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Ollie is the beholder. And it is Ollie that makes people see what normal cameras couldn't work for me. I'm not photogenic but Ollie made me look good without trying to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be crazy. I love gadgets so much that is why I love Gundams. Evangelion is one of my favourite anime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635698280801563784-6062065297272012387?l=hikazew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/feeds/6062065297272012387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635698280801563784&amp;postID=6062065297272012387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/6062065297272012387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/6062065297272012387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/2007/08/gadget-lover.html' title='Gadget Lover'/><author><name>hikazew®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119962184004047677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SSTlc0xFXZI/AAAAAAAAALE/5pNql-kvVw4/S220/Picture+061.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635698280801563784.post-2142385783859898084</id><published>2007-08-13T07:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T07:22:02.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Save the King</title><content type='html'>12/08: Monarch to the rescue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Quek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News of the Conference of Rulers disagreeing to the Prime Minister's nominee for the position of the Chief Judge of Malaya have been received with quiet jubilation and relief by many people who take it as a signal that the hitherto silent Rulers have finally decided to intervene in our rapidly deteriorating polity. Yes, the rule of law under Abdullah Ahmad Badawi's leadership has gone from bad to worse, with scandals after scandals involving top officials that are virtually crying out for punishment but are smothered under the carpet, and criminals after criminals being let off the hook, right in front of our very eyes. But where can the people go for redress when the entire ruling hierarchy is soaked in corruption and our law enforcing institutions equally tainted? So why shouldn't the people rejoice when the royalty valiantly step into the ring to restore some sense of decency into a corrupt governing system that has gone haywire, pampered by decades of unchallenged power?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, as a Constitutional Monarch, our King plays largely a ceremonial role with little discretional executive power. He has to act, in most instances, in accordance with the advice of the Cabinet. However, the Malaysian Head of State, known as the Yang di-Pertuan Agong (hereinafter called the King for convenience), who is elected every five years from amongst the nine Rulers (seven Sultans, one Raja, and one Yang di-Pertuan), wields considerably more power and influence than many people realise -- if he knows how to exercise them. Let us begin with the Constitution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King's power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 40 of the Constitution prescribes the functions and power of the King. Though the King is bound under sub-clause (1A) to act in accordance with the Cabinet's advice, he is at the same time entitled under sub-clause (1) to request for "any information concerning the government of the Federation which is available to the Cabinet", prior to carrying out his act. This is where the King can exert his influence, through demanding input for his understanding on the rationality and adequacy of the act he is asked to perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for instance the issue at hand: appointment of the Chief Judge of Malaya. The relevant constitutional provisions are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 122B (1) stipulates that all judges are to be appointed by the King "acting on the advice of the Prime Minister, after consulting the Council of Rulers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The particular appointment of the Chief Judge of Malaya is prescribed under Article 122B (2) &amp; (3), which stipulate that the Prime Minister, before tendering his advice to the King, has to consult the Chief Justice and the Chief Judge each of Sabah and Sarawak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, before the Prime Minister can get his nominee appointed, he has to cross two hurdles: the opinion of the Council of Rulers and the studied cognizance of the King himself. Hence, in the first place, the Rulers may not be happy with the nominee, in which case the King may have to juggle between the Rulers and the Prime Minister, weighing the rationale of both sides to seek some kind of reasonable understanding. Second, even if the Rulers have no objection, the King himself can still demand input from the Prime Minister for the King's proper understanding of the basis of such appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, the King can ask the Prime Minister: Why is this candidate selected over several other more senior judges who are more experienced and command much greater respect in the profession? What are the criteria of selection? What is the track record of this candidate, compared to those of other more senior judges? Has the legal fraternity been consulted in this selection? Who are the individuals or institutions which have been consulted? What are their feedbacks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Prime Minister fails to answer these questions fully and accurately, he would be deemed to have breached Article 40 (1) and the King need not have to proceed with this appointment. On the other hand, if the Prime Minister could answer fully and accurately, but the rationale found to be badly wanting, shouldn't he be feeling too ashamed to push through this candidacy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, if the selection process is aboveboard and the candidate is hailed among the legal fraternity as the right choice, is it then conceivable that the Council of Rulers would steadfastly reject the Prime Minister's choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been too many dubious promotions of judges in recent years -- judges instrumental in the infamous conviction of Anwar Ibrahim have leapfrogged over other more senior and deserving judges to occupy the highest court. And independent-minded judges, widely respected for their judicial integrity, are by-passed time and again for promotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The selection process for these promotions, carried out in secrecy and without known criteria, has been a major blot on the integrity of our judicial system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And despite repeated calls by the Bar Council and by civil society to introduce transparency and accountability through establishing a judicial commission to deal with the selection, appointment and promotion of judges, Barisan Nasional leadership have rejected this proposal outright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under these frustrating circumstances, the Council of Rulers' objection to judicial promotion deemed inappropriate is most timely indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, until such time as a judicial commission is established, the King and the Council of Rulers can play an important role in maintaining minimum decorum in judicial appointment and promotions by insisting on strict scrutiny of nominees; as all judges, from chief Justice down to high court judges, are appointed by the King, in consultation with the Council of Rulers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Royal check and balance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, the King can similarly exert his benevolent influence of check-and-balance beyond the judicial field to cover other parts of the government. This is because top officials of our key democratic institutions are all appointed by the King with similar consultation processes, positions such as the attorney general, election commission, inspector general of police etc, as elaborated below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;â€¢ Attorney general: appointed by the King, on the advice of the Prime Minister. (Article 145).&lt;br /&gt;â€¢ Election commission: members are appointed by the King, in consultation with the Conference of Rulers, having "regard to the importance of securing an election commission which enjoys public confidence". Remunerations and terms of service provided by Parliament. (Article 114). (Note the King needs not even consult the Prime Minister for this appointment).&lt;br /&gt;â€¢ Inspector general of police: appointed by the King, on the recommendation of the police force commission, after considering the advice of the Prime Minister. The King "may once refer the recommendation back to the commission in order that it may be reconsidered." (Article 140).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if the King were to exercise strict scrutiny on the nominees for these positions prior to their appointment, and as a result our chief justice, attorney general, election commission and inspector general are individuals recognised by society as men of high integrity and calibre, would that not make all the difference in the world to the quality and prestige of our administration?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can the King really do that? Granted that the King's right to request for information under Article 40(1) may not give him enough leeway all the time to prevent undesirable appointments. But the King is not entirely without strong bargaining power. Indeed, he has two trump cards up his sleeves. These are his discretionary powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discretional power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 40(2) of the Constitution states:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Yang di-Pertuan Agong may act in his discretion in the performance of the following functions, that is to say â€“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) the appointment of a Prime Minister;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(b) the withholding of consent to a request for the dissolution of Parliament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 43 which prescribes for the Cabinet, states under sub-clause (1) (a):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Yang di-Pertuan Agong shall first appoint as Perdana Menteri (Prime Minister) to preside over the Cabinet a member of the House of Representatives who in his judgment is likely to command the confidence of the majority of the members of that House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 55 which prescribes for the convening and dissolution of Parliament, states:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sub-clause (2): The Yang di-pertuan Agong may prorogue or dissolve Parliament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sub-clause (3): Parliament unless sooner dissolved shall continue for five years from the date of its first meeting and shall then stand dissolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading these articles together, we can make the following interpretations on the two discretional powers of the King:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On appointment of prime minister: the discretion is not absolute as the King is bound to appoint the leader of the group which has clear-cut majority in Parliament. However, in a parliament where two political groups are fiercely contesting for power, with one group facing splinters defecting to another group -- a scenario not entirely impossible in the coming Malaysian election -- then the discretional power of the King becomes pivotal, as in such a state of uncertainty, he alone is entitled to make the judgment as which leader can command the majority in parliament, and thereafter to appoint that leader as the prime minister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On dissolution of Parliament: It is the King, not the Prime Minister, who has the discretional power to dissolve Parliament prior to its legal live span of five years. Furthermore, such power is unqualified and exclusive to the King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is therefore apparent that, considering the above constitutional powers of the King, it doesn't pay for the Prime Minister to rile the former over appointment of judges and key officials of the administration, especially when the Prime Minister is conspicuously not on the right side of prudence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IGP tenure extension dubious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this connection, we would like to point out a highly improper act of the Prime Minister in announcing the extension to IGP Musa Hassan's tenure. On 2 July 2007, Pak Lah, who is also the Minister of Internal Security overseeing the police force, made such an announcement despite the fact that the IGP was still under investigation by the Anti-Corruption Agency (ACA) for alleged corruption and links with underworld kingpins. These investigations were ordered in April by Pak Lah's own Deputy Minister of Internal Security, Johari Baharom, who even expressed dissatisfaction of the police's explanations as late as July 10, one full week after Pak Lah's said announcement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big question is: why was Pak Lah so impatient to make such an important decision when the IGP was not due to retire until mid-September? By rushing the announcement, hadn't Pak Lah pre-empted the ACA and his own deputy minister, both ironically report directly to Pak Lah himself? Judging from the indecent haste of the announcement, it is doubtful whether Pak Lah had extended the courtesy of advising the King in advance, who after all is the authority executing such appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the Attorney General subsequently cleared the IGP, in the same breath as he cleared the other two top officials -- the newly retired ACA Director General Zulkipli Mat Nor and Deputy Minister Johari Baharom -- of corruption and abuse of power allegations, the stigma to these officials remain. This is because the AG's briefing to the press, which contained elements of glaring dishonesty, was found miserably lacking in credibility. These announcements, instead of restoring the image of the government, have worsened the crisis of confidence in Pak Lah's leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We therefore urge that, in the case of the extension of IGP's service, the King insists on an independent inquiry on the various allegations prior to his re-appointment. It is absolutely imperative that the IGP be a person of unquestioned integrity in addition to competence, for in an apparent absence of cabinet oversight over him due to Pak Lah's often absentee leadership, the IGP shoulders the unprecedented challenge of having to salvage almost single-handedly a sunken police force. And that police force is badly needed to arrest our unbearable crime rate which has escalated to become public enemy number one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Premature dissolution of Parliament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also take the opportunity to make a plea to the King to use his wisdom in the deliberation on the pre-mature dissolution of Parliament (expiring only in March 2009), which in all likelihood will be imminently requested by the Prime Minister for sheer parochial interests of his political party, in total disregard to public interests. We sincerely pray that the King's exercise of his power in this respect will be guided by what is best for the people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635698280801563784-2142385783859898084?l=hikazew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/feeds/2142385783859898084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635698280801563784&amp;postID=2142385783859898084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/2142385783859898084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/2142385783859898084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/2007/08/god-save-king.html' title='God Save the King'/><author><name>hikazew®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119962184004047677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SSTlc0xFXZI/AAAAAAAAALE/5pNql-kvVw4/S220/Picture+061.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635698280801563784.post-66880040543675703</id><published>2007-07-25T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T15:13:58.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Bitch Hypocrite.</title><content type='html'>I cant believe that anyone can be so blind. I didn't want to argue about her when she thinks everything could be settled by blowing civilians up. She actually think that blowing up civilians building is right. I thought she is a modern Muslim. The type that could accept the view of things moderately. IN FACT I STEERED HER AWAY FROM THE TOPIC BECAUSE I DON'T WANNA START A 'MY-RELIGION-IS-HOLIER-THAN-YOURS-WAR'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean WHAT THE FUCK.. I tried to steer her to see the patriotisme of the non-Bumi in this country MALAYSIA. I didn't say my GrandDad is a politician. I said my GrandUncle is a politician. My GrandDad is a sailor. See.. it shows that you  didn't listen to what I've said. You only cared about what you think and that you want people to agree with you. NOW FUCK OFF..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you indeed love your religion then WHY ON EARTH DO YOU LIVE-IN with a man not married to you and IS FORBIDDEN BY YOUR RELIGION. Oh, I'm sorry I touched a raw nerve there. THIS IS NOT ABOUT RELIGION IT IS ABOUT MORALITY, YOU MORON. My religion does not encourage its followers to commit adultery and what nots but it is not enforced and we don't kill people because some stupid teenagers got drunk and make babies. We also do not do that due to personal choices and based on what we're brought up. To hell if your father is the ulama or any religious teacher if you don't have morals and religion don't stop you from sleeping around bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blogged annonymously.. and I said that just because you attacked me personally. You said my GrandUncle sacrifice is nothing.. so what just a fake leg..or if a leg is lost in a land mine. So what death threats when they wanna shape the country to a democratic one. Yeah its people like you that this country fall in the hands of biased people and racists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635698280801563784-66880040543675703?l=hikazew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/feeds/66880040543675703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635698280801563784&amp;postID=66880040543675703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/66880040543675703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/66880040543675703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/2007/07/stupid-bitch-hypocrite.html' title='Stupid Bitch Hypocrite.'/><author><name>hikazew®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119962184004047677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SSTlc0xFXZI/AAAAAAAAALE/5pNql-kvVw4/S220/Picture+061.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635698280801563784.post-6676121670344785425</id><published>2007-07-21T11:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T11:22:06.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>StormTrooper Craze, Vader is back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ywH7KfBK8fw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ywH7KfBK8fw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pixies to blow u kisses here. Just Vader to groove you to the music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635698280801563784-6676121670344785425?l=hikazew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/feeds/6676121670344785425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635698280801563784&amp;postID=6676121670344785425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/6676121670344785425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/6676121670344785425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/2007/07/stormtrooper-craze-vader-is-back.html' title='StormTrooper Craze, Vader is back.'/><author><name>hikazew®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119962184004047677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SSTlc0xFXZI/AAAAAAAAALE/5pNql-kvVw4/S220/Picture+061.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635698280801563784.post-211616089795637694</id><published>2007-07-15T10:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T10:51:33.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sejahtera Malaysia</title><content type='html'>Puji dan syukur pada Ilahi, anugerahNya tiada terhingga &lt;br /&gt;Kedamaian kemakmuran Malaysiaku bahagia &lt;br /&gt;Dengan tekad untuk berjaya berbakti pada nusa dan bangsa &lt;br /&gt;Kami junjung cita-cita luhur perpaduan seluruh negeri &lt;br /&gt;Seia sekata sehati sejiwa menghadapi cabaran &lt;br /&gt;Kami setia kami sedia berkorban untuk negara &lt;br /&gt;Bersemarak Malaysia tercinta, kibarkan panji kebesarannya &lt;br /&gt;Kami rela menjaga namamu, sejahtera Malaysia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder what is left to fight for? Fighting for stupid politicians who asked us to get out of this country? Fighting for the people who impose injustice to this country? I don't know. I wonder if I'm the only NON that loves this country better than the people that claims OWNERSHIP if this land. I give up after the remark by my colleague who belongs to the 'OWNERSHIP KIN'. Sad place to be when the people you live with for decades still think of you lesser than the people whom they don't really know but share the same faith as them. Go import all those people with your faith to give them citizenship while shooing us NON and non-faith to get out of the country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635698280801563784-211616089795637694?l=hikazew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/feeds/211616089795637694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635698280801563784&amp;postID=211616089795637694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/211616089795637694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/211616089795637694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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sehati sejiwa menghadapi cabaran &lt;br /&gt;Kami setia kami sedia berkorban untuk negara &lt;br /&gt;Bersemarak Malaysia tercinta, kibarkan panji kebesarannya &lt;br /&gt;Kami rela menjaga namamu, sejahtera Malaysia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635698280801563784-6159858440928827385?l=hikazew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/feeds/6159858440928827385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635698280801563784&amp;postID=6159858440928827385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/6159858440928827385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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setia &lt;br /&gt;Demi raja yang disanjung tinggi &lt;br /&gt;Kesetiaan tak berbelah bagi &lt;br /&gt;Kepada pemimpin, kepada rakyat &lt;br /&gt;Nikmati beri penuh taat &lt;br /&gt;Sama bekerja, sama berusaha &lt;br /&gt;Setia berkhidmat, untuk semua &lt;br /&gt;Rela berkorban, apa sahaja &lt;br /&gt;Amanah bangsa tetap dijaga &lt;br /&gt;Kami berkhidmat, untuk setia &lt;br /&gt;Untuk agama, bangsa dan negara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635698280801563784-505337653964435519?l=hikazew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/feeds/505337653964435519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635698280801563784&amp;postID=505337653964435519' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Games, Computer Games, Online Games, RPG, multiplayer while you are at it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please think about that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the mother who help her bf hack her own daughter indulge in games? ( I'm just making a safe guess here )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or did the security guard who raped and killed Canny Ong played any video games?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the article below from the STAR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop culture of violence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OF LATE there have been so many horrifying murders committed all over the country. Victims being maimed or hacked to death either by individuals or groups of people occur almost every week and the perpetrators are getting bolder than ever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this so? Why are Malaysians so uptight even over trivial matters that can lead to misery?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even students are into this. They beat up other student(s) over a stare, over a dare, over a pencil, a rubber or a ruler and, at times over girls.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times they beat teachers, damage cars belonging to headmasters, intimidate parents and many a time cause serious damage to school property.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysians are so highly strung that no amount of reasoning can defuse ugly situations.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just refuse to give others the benefit of the doubt. We just refuse to respect the rights of others. We only think of ourselves as if there is no tomorrow. We have lost our self-respect and the respect for others.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young look down on elders and the elders just cannot understand the young. Where and when have we lost the Malaysian values that have become our trademark?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many reasons. Each factor contributes to the other and it is difficult to pinpoint any particular one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, one factor that contributes greatly to the degradation of human values amongst us Malaysians is video games. This alone has greatly influenced the young to commit all sorts of crimes because after playing the games for so long they tend to believe what they see.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many may say I am wrong, as there are many other factors that make a person commit crime, and I agree with that. But video games have greatly influenced our values and swayed some into believing that fantasy is reality. There is nothing better to sway the young mind than a video game.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are video games that are good for the young but the bad ones dominate the market.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think as Malaysian society gets to be more advanced and sophisticated, it becomes somewhat of a challenge for some people just to survive. The stress, the pain, the difficulties, the daily grind and the challenges that go with progress have put some people in a position where reality is fantasy and fantasy is reality.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KONTAN,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ipoh, Perak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It honestly sounded like an excuse/reasoning you put in the essay you're trying to write for a SPM (O'Level) Bahasa Malaysia paper but in English. This is what the mainstream media wants us to think. This is how our educational system shape us to think. Is the game evil or is human brain/heart/soul evil? Most of the games are the good versus the evil kind although there is gore and blood and stuff. Well, do you kill a pig to eat pork? Do you kill a cow to have steak? Don't tell me it is done at the butcher's. So you wanna accuse the butcher for being cruel too? Okay my arguement is lame (might be due to the no. of years growing up in the Malaysian Educational System). I can't think of a correct arguement right now because I hate it every time someone complaints in the newspaper and a game gets banned here. Well there is always Uncle Ho's place to sell Jack Sparrow-ed version.. but they are curbing it as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635698280801563784-7716913262550262176?l=hikazew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/feeds/7716913262550262176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635698280801563784&amp;postID=7716913262550262176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/7716913262550262176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/7716913262550262176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/2007/07/now-they-blamed-video-games-too.html' title='Now They Blamed Video Games Too'/><author><name>hikazew®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119962184004047677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SSTlc0xFXZI/AAAAAAAAALE/5pNql-kvVw4/S220/Picture+061.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635698280801563784.post-7495153579317995714</id><published>2007-07-13T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T15:16:29.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money is Co-related with Friendship</title><content type='html'>Just Lynn  Life isn't fair. Bear with it. No other choice. Think ahead says:&lt;br /&gt;owh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just Lynn  Life isn't fair. Bear with it. No other choice. Think ahead says:&lt;br /&gt;is it weird for girls not to have girls as friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  (Pc) Damn! Warlock going to nerf again says:&lt;br /&gt;dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  (Pc) Damn! Warlock going to nerf again says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm not girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just Lynn  Life isn't fair. Bear with it. No other choice. Think ahead says:&lt;br /&gt;no la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just Lynn  Life isn't fair. Bear with it. No other choice. Think ahead says:&lt;br /&gt;one girl tells me it's weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  (Pc) Damn! Warlock going to nerf again says:&lt;br /&gt;quite lo ... just like guy not to have guy as friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just Lynn  Life isn't fair. Bear with it. No other choice. Think ahead says:&lt;br /&gt;but sigh no girls like gaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  (Pc) Damn! Warlock going to nerf again says:&lt;br /&gt;beside gaming u dun have other interest meh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  (Pc) Damn! Warlock going to nerf again says:&lt;br /&gt;try those soap series, shopping .... and so on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just Lynn  Life isn't fair. Bear with it. No other choice. Think ahead says:&lt;br /&gt;shopping lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just Lynn  Life isn't fair. Bear with it. No other choice. Think ahead says:&lt;br /&gt;but recently bo lui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just Lynn  Life isn't fair. Bear with it. No other choice. Think ahead says:&lt;br /&gt;so many pit me (abandon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  (Pc) Damn! Warlock going to nerf again says:&lt;br /&gt;window shopping lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  (Pc) Damn! Warlock going to nerf again says:&lt;br /&gt;just watch and try but dun buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  (Pc) Damn! Warlock going to nerf again says:&lt;br /&gt;but is true, no matter what relationship, friendship or love, also need $$ to maintain de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just Lynn  Life isn't fair. Bear with it. No other choice. Think ahead says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just Lynn  Life isn't fair. Bear with it. No other choice. Think ahead says:&lt;br /&gt;so sad hor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  (Pc) Damn! Warlock going to nerf again says:&lt;br /&gt;no ah ... world is like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just Lynn  Life isn't fair. Bear with it. No other choice. Think ahead says:&lt;br /&gt;i mean come to think of it.. if i no $$$ pay internet bills and no money online i lose a friend like you too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just Lynn  Life isn't fair. Bear with it. No other choice. Think ahead says:&lt;br /&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  (Pc) Damn! Warlock going to nerf again says:&lt;br /&gt;even u live alone also need $$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  (Pc) Damn! Warlock going to nerf again says:&lt;br /&gt;sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just Lynn  Life isn't fair. Bear with it. No other choice. Think ahead says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. so if i suddenly disappear without online u know I no money pay streamyx liao  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just Lynn  Life isn't fair. Bear with it. No other choice. Think ahead says:&lt;br /&gt;but I can always online at office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  (Pc) Damn! Warlock going to nerf again says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635698280801563784-7495153579317995714?l=hikazew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/feeds/7495153579317995714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635698280801563784&amp;postID=7495153579317995714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/7495153579317995714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/7495153579317995714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/2007/07/money-is-co-related-with-friendship.html' title='Money is Co-related with Friendship'/><author><name>hikazew®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119962184004047677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SSTlc0xFXZI/AAAAAAAAALE/5pNql-kvVw4/S220/Picture+061.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635698280801563784.post-8044138017457172208</id><published>2007-06-22T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:29:03.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sis, Eve's Rants</title><content type='html'>(&gt;.&lt;) eve lynn says:&lt;br /&gt;u hate urself for goin home?&lt;br /&gt;(&gt;.&lt;) eve lynn says:&lt;br /&gt;babi la u&lt;br /&gt;(&gt;.&lt;) eve lynn says:&lt;br /&gt;i nak balik tiap tiap minggu pun tak boleh&lt;br /&gt;(&gt;.&lt;) eve lynn says:&lt;br /&gt;sob sob&lt;br /&gt; Just Lynn - I hate myself I'm going home. says:&lt;br /&gt;babi&lt;br /&gt; Just Lynn - I hate myself I'm going home. says:&lt;br /&gt;u know u talking to me come out of the room la&lt;br /&gt;(&gt;.&lt;) eve lynn says:&lt;br /&gt;doin bio report la&lt;br /&gt;(&gt;.&lt;) eve lynn says:&lt;br /&gt;wanna cry d&lt;br /&gt;(&gt;.&lt;) eve lynn says:&lt;br /&gt;always kena bully by malays in college&lt;br /&gt; Just Lynn - I hate myself I'm going home. says:&lt;br /&gt;oh i c&lt;br /&gt; Just Lynn - I hate myself I'm going home. says:&lt;br /&gt;how they bully u&lt;br /&gt;(&gt;.&lt;) eve lynn says:&lt;br /&gt;haiz&lt;br /&gt;(&gt;.&lt;) eve lynn says:&lt;br /&gt;coz i'm da only chinese in my whole tutorial&lt;br /&gt;(&gt;.&lt;) eve lynn says:&lt;br /&gt;n teacher knows tht i;m from convent&lt;br /&gt; Just Lynn - I hate myself I'm going home. says:&lt;br /&gt;if i didnt go home u'll forget how i look like&lt;br /&gt;(&gt;.&lt;) eve lynn says:&lt;br /&gt;so she anggap me as walknig dictionary (padahal my eng like shit only)&lt;br /&gt;(&gt;.&lt;) eve lynn says:&lt;br /&gt;so she put me in muet group with da 2 malays plg teruk punya english&lt;br /&gt; Just Lynn - I hate myself I'm going home. says:&lt;br /&gt;then&lt;br /&gt;(&gt;.&lt;) eve lynn says:&lt;br /&gt;haiz&lt;br /&gt;(&gt;.&lt;) eve lynn says:&lt;br /&gt;then ma like tht lo&lt;br /&gt;(&gt;.&lt;) eve lynn says:&lt;br /&gt;all presentation,folio or project work i do by myself&lt;br /&gt; Just Lynn - I hate myself I'm going home. says:&lt;br /&gt;dun worry.. i'm here for u i'm just outside.. lol&lt;br /&gt;(&gt;.&lt;) eve lynn says:&lt;br /&gt;ahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635698280801563784-8044138017457172208?l=hikazew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/feeds/8044138017457172208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635698280801563784&amp;postID=8044138017457172208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/8044138017457172208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635698280801563784/posts/default/8044138017457172208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikazew.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-sis-eves-rants.html' title='My Sis, Eve&apos;s Rants'/><author><name>hikazew®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119962184004047677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCOvjOgbJtU/SSTlc0xFXZI/AAAAAAAAALE/5pNql-kvVw4/S220/Picture+061.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
