<?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-8663228532183913820</id><updated>2011-07-31T16:40:45.167+08:00</updated><category term='PS3 Games Review'/><category term='YouthSays'/><category term='reviews'/><category term='school life'/><category term='Internet'/><category term='places'/><category term='exams'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='gadgets'/><category term='security'/><category term='apple'/><category term='tribute'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='parody'/><category term='music'/><category term='art'/><category term='smartphone'/><category term='toys'/><category term='biking'/><category term='Computer'/><category term='amazing'/><category term='iphone'/><category term='Games'/><category term='tags'/><category term='Life Snippets'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='celebrity'/><category term='Food'/><category term='puzzles'/><category term='hoax'/><category term='Life Snippet'/><category term='Question'/><category term='mobile phone'/><category term='Vehicles'/><category term='movie review'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Homes'/><category term='computer mods'/><category term='Laptop Accessories'/><category term='iPhone Accessories'/><category term='Computer Accessories'/><category term='stupid'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='science'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>//Life Ver.15</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g127/latias93/HELLO.gif"&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Save the bandwidth. 56k friendly on the most part.&lt;/p&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-2212300068141233115</id><published>2009-08-08T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:22:01.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>Free Physics Tuition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now every Thursday, my class has a free Physics tuition class after school. It appears that the inhabitants of my class suck at Physics, including me. On Thursdays school ends at 1.10pm and the class starts at 2.30pm. That's 1 hour and 20 minutes of free time! For some people it's total bore because they're too scared to leave school and walk around malls for abit before returning back for class. All they have to do is eat lumpy school canteen food :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, my trusted bicycle store is right nearby! After school me, Brian and Adrian headed of the bike shop. I brought my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Commencal&lt;/span&gt; on that day. The brake cable clips on the top tube appears to have dropped/picked off, so the cables are really loose and hanging with no support. Johnny, the bike store owner gladly gave me a few zip ties to save my bike. Now it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El Neato&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I got Brian his birthday present.. a bicycle repair/parking stand. He's getting a new expensive bike this weekend so it's only appropriate that I got him something to add with. As you can see, mountain bikes don't use a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tongkat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-2212300068141233115?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2212300068141233115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=2212300068141233115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/2212300068141233115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/2212300068141233115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/08/free-physics-tuition.html' title='Free Physics Tuition'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-4563203298290450179</id><published>2009-08-02T11:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T11:46:33.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><title type='text'>Hari Koko 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;On Friday our school had a Hari Koko, in which uniformed organizations take part in to showcase their skills. There are the Pengakap, KRS, PBSM, Pandu Puteri, Kadet Polis, Taekwondo, Karate, Silat, Wushu and that's about as much as I can remember unless that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KRS bagged the top spot, obviously. I personally like the Silat performance. That's all I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ photos on Facebook album link would be updated another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-4563203298290450179?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4563203298290450179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=4563203298290450179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/4563203298290450179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/4563203298290450179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/08/hari-koko-2009.html' title='Hari Koko 2009'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-9152146376957392716</id><published>2009-07-30T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T22:03:55.207+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer Accessories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Sonic Gear Evo 3nity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Today I followed my mom to Tesco because she wanted to buy a washing machine to use while our current one is rosak, and also to buy a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nokia N70 Music Edition&lt;/span&gt;. Not being fair to me, I grabbed a speaker set and placed it in the trolley. Hey, what could I do - it was too frickin' cheap! It was only RM50 (after Tesco discounts it). Hmm RM50 AFTER discount.. that is the normal &lt;a href="http://www.lowyat.net/v2"&gt;LowYat&lt;/a&gt; price! But who cares, you'd probably spend more money on petrol than any savings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sonicgear.com.sg/images/products/1463_ego3nity-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 375px;" src="http://www.sonicgear.com.sg/images/products/1463_ego3nity-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's a &lt;a href="http://www.sonicgear.com.sg/?id=2&amp;amp;pcid=18&amp;amp;pid=204"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sonic Gear Evo 3nity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! I felt like trying out a stupidly cheap surround sound system, but Tesco doesn't have any long audio extension cables (which I need to place some speakers behind me) and the speaker set is already inside the basket. Too much energy will be wasted to carry the thing back to the shelf. Anyway, it's a 2.1 channel audio rating and comes with a standard subwoofer and two satellite speakers. The 'woofer is now under my desk (with my legs resting on it) and the two satellites are wedged beside the monitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound isn't as good as my &lt;a href="http://www.logitech.com/index.cfm/speakers_audio/home_pc_speakers/devices/232&amp;amp;cl=GB,EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Logitech X-240&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, but when combined just pushes it up to 'Okay'. Perhaps I should have gotten an RM500 set like &lt;a href="http://www.altecpro.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Altec Lansings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, or if I double up the ante I'd get &lt;a href="http://www.razerzone.com/gaming-audio/razer-mako/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Razer Mako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Rating:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;5/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-9152146376957392716?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/9152146376957392716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=9152146376957392716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/9152146376957392716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/9152146376957392716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/07/sonic-gear-evo-3nity.html' title='Sonic Gear Evo 3nity'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-2560972742202287657</id><published>2009-07-30T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T21:45:56.417+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>Gotong Royong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Today my school had gotong royong (cleaning up day) because tomorrow there is Hari Koko and there'll probably be some important guests expected. Each class has a max of 6 people cleaning it. Me, Jian Ming, Brian, Chuan Yew, Belle and Najwa stayed in class to clean it up.. first the rusty fans, then the very dusty windows, an effortful attempt to remove marken pen shit drawn on desks, the transporting of broken chairs and tables to the Dump Site, the filling up of wall holes with newspaper and covering it up with sugar paper, the pasting of newspaper cutouts and articles on the boards surrounding, the sweeping of the floor, the rubbing off paint spots that some asshats spilt on the floor, and heat we endured when the block's electricity failed. Yeah, that many things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How very tiring! But still had fun to slide across hallways. Eh? Pour some turpentine on cement floors and slide your way across. People walking about the school. And the last thing I have to say about this topic is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. there's a headless wooden giraffe laid to rest at the dump site. RIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-2560972742202287657?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2560972742202287657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=2560972742202287657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/2560972742202287657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/2560972742202287657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/07/gotong-royong.html' title='Gotong Royong'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-1351680466959050238</id><published>2009-07-25T11:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T12:03:10.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>Update for the past week?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have only done so much to update my nearly dead blog. I'm too busy doing other things such as online gaming, online window browsing, online nose-picking, spending my money and learning C++ programming language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of waiting a bit more to buy a Razer gaming mouse I blew off my money on a pair of Philips headphones and CyberClean, a sort of gel that absorbs dirt and kills germs. Example: My keyboard is full of biscuit crumbs, dead ants that I accidentally squished while in an intense gaming session, and dust. I slap the CyberClean gel between the keys and voila! All the crap are gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CyberClean is on sale now at ThinkGeek, the world's leading geek item online store. I now use my CyberClean on my phone, my PSP, my camera, almost anywhere my CyberClean slime ball can fit. It reminds me of the Thinking Putty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pixelada.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/cyberclean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 436px; height: 356px;" src="http://pixelada.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/cyberclean.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I came across this wonderful cleaning substance when I read an article in The Star reviewing this. Then I went on ThinkGeek and it was on sale there too. Feeling beat, I went to All IT Hypermart and saw it for sale for about RM19.90.. what to do, just buy lah! Grabbed a pair of headphones I needed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-1351680466959050238?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1351680466959050238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=1351680466959050238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/1351680466959050238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/1351680466959050238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/07/update-for-past-week.html' title='Update for the past week?'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-3503209888521601103</id><published>2009-07-16T19:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:14:37.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>Reen's Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/Sl8ZYJGI10I/AAAAAAAAAjg/WLnwlbgf_-E/s1600-h/DSC_4655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/Sl8ZYJGI10I/AAAAAAAAAjg/WLnwlbgf_-E/s200/DSC_4655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359029984143398722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, Reen made an outing for her old SKBUD(4) friends (with the exception of Belle). She's going back to Australia soon, so yeah. AS USUAL, pics would be on my Facebook. I am not one for slow upload processes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=91695&amp;amp;id=582268566&amp;amp;l=1b1e566da5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK HERE FOR THE FULL ALBUM OF REEN'S OUTING&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-3503209888521601103?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3503209888521601103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=3503209888521601103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/3503209888521601103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/3503209888521601103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/07/reens-outing.html' title='Reen&apos;s Outing'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/Sl8ZYJGI10I/AAAAAAAAAjg/WLnwlbgf_-E/s72-c/DSC_4655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-8366437435208019136</id><published>2009-07-12T03:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T03:29:04.104+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>SMKBUD4 Malam Bakat / Talent Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10th July: 7pm-10:30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to say anything. If you want a full review, go read someone else's blog.. not in the mood to give a damn about blogging full-length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I must say that all the Michael Jackson dances, the Chinese diabolo players, the shufflers, the hip-hoppers certainly rock my socks. Hope to see them again at next year's Malam Bakat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-8366437435208019136?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8366437435208019136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=8366437435208019136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/8366437435208019136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/8366437435208019136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/07/smkbud4-malam-bakat-talent-night.html' title='SMKBUD4 Malam Bakat / Talent Night'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-7980188995481973624</id><published>2009-07-08T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:37:11.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>Club Day is Fun Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;School today was rather uneventful on the morning half when we were supposed to be learning.. but after school was filled with good old-fashioned fun that doesn't involve online games, for once. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Science &lt;/span&gt;club seems inexistent today, so I wandered around school and stumbled upon Marwan who wanted to take a picture of a group on the ground floor. It was rather interesting how they (the people below) make something simple so hard LOL.. all they need to do is assemble themselves in the P shape. P for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photography&lt;/span&gt; club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daryl, Brandon, Timothy and Ah Yang said that they are gonna play football, but they lied! We ended up going to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chess Club&lt;/span&gt; (which is generally, a board games club). I requested that we play Monopoly, but the school only had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saidina&lt;/span&gt; sets.. these are Malaysian-made real estate board game. The game was really fun. I also saw many people playing Chinese checkers. They seem interesting, I might wanna try them soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group soon dispersed and I walked around again. Our ground floor foyer is always a busy area. A place where dance groups practice, those black hoodie wearing Malays shuffle to hardcore trance, and also where cheerleaders can be seen warming up. But today is a club day, and there is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fitness Club&lt;/span&gt; going on. This fella named Raymond from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Celebrity Fitness, One Utama&lt;/span&gt; will come with sporting equipment like weightlifting stuff. Then the members of the club would exercise and lift weights to some energetic music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home, and at 7.00pm I went to the local field to have a game of football. Daryl was already there, and soon people poured in to play. Yeah, we play that late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-7980188995481973624?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7980188995481973624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=7980188995481973624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/7980188995481973624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/7980188995481973624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/07/club-day-is-fun-day.html' title='Club Day is Fun Day'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-4669257491864958056</id><published>2009-07-08T20:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:13:33.684+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>Cheer '09 - It's Over, And We Won</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dayumm, I'm a bit late on reporting this due to procrastination. I can say is that I took well over 2500 shots during both days, most of the cheerleaders look real fine, the hosts were funny and entertaining and the imported judges such as Santwon and Tye never failed to keep the crowd on their toes everytime they approached us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaand;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;BLITZERZ WON.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;WE WON. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blitzerz took home the overall cheer champion, best makeup, and best supporters category. Check this, yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for pictures, I've uploaded them onto my Facebook instead as all blogs make uploading photos a bitch. Don't worry, Facebook albums are public so you are free to browse through. And at the time of writing, not all pictures have been uploaded yet. FYI, most of the pics aren't so high standards because I had to sacrifice quality in order to snap a photo at the *cough*perfect moment*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=89842&amp;amp;id=582268566&amp;amp;l=ba5e4f9464"&gt;CLICK HERE FOR CHEER '09 PHOTO ALBUM BY AFIQ FEISAL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-4669257491864958056?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4669257491864958056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=4669257491864958056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/4669257491864958056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/4669257491864958056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/07/cheer-09-its-over-and-we-won.html' title='Cheer &apos;09 - It&apos;s Over, And We Won'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-7378344390052839531</id><published>2009-07-03T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T19:35:33.972+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><title type='text'>Cheer '09 - Are You Going?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rage.com.my/cheer/images/top_logo01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 150px;" src="http://rage.com.my/cheer/images/top_logo01.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow and the day after will be the days &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheer '09&lt;/span&gt; are held on. Basically, most of us would be there to support our own school's cheerleading team. Mine is &lt;a href="http://rage.com.my/cheer/profile/profile.asp?id=13"&gt;Blitzerz&lt;/a&gt; - don't mess with the wrong blue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, are you going? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-7378344390052839531?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7378344390052839531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=7378344390052839531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/7378344390052839531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/7378344390052839531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/07/cheer-09-are-you-going.html' title='Cheer &apos;09 - Are You Going?'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-2914245541331012770</id><published>2009-06-27T13:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T19:37:16.129+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tribute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><title type='text'>R.I.P. Michael Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.examiner.com/images/blog/wysiwyg/image/pictures%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 223px;" src="http://image.examiner.com/images/blog/wysiwyg/image/pictures%282%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everyone now knows that Michael Jackson a.k.a. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The King Of Pop&lt;/span&gt; has now left the world early morning yesterday. His death is an ultimate shock, as revolting as Princess Diana's. I'm a bit late to post here though, and as a tribute to him and to spread the MJ lovin' I am going to insert a video of the coolest thing he has done - the moonwalk in Billie Jean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for the record, my top three fave MJ songs are Bad, Billie Jean and Smooth Criminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 0px; display: none;" ontop="true"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s7MmEMrCRfc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s7MmEMrCRfc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you don't forget to leave a message/tribute to him on his website &lt;a href="http://www.michaeljackson.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-2914245541331012770?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2914245541331012770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=2914245541331012770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/2914245541331012770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/2914245541331012770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-michael-jackson.html' title='R.I.P. Michael Jackson'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-6354926285618770997</id><published>2009-06-24T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T00:16:09.083+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vehicles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>The Invisible Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I haven't posted something that's not related to me for a while, so here's one. University of Central Lancashire student Sara Watson did one hell of a good job on an 'invisible' car. Have a look. It's really just paint at correct angles, but no doubt impressive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://noelevz.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/sara%20watson%20invisible%20car2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 262px;" src="http://noelevz.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/sara%20watson%20invisible%20car2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-6354926285618770997?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6354926285618770997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=6354926285618770997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/6354926285618770997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/6354926285618770997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/06/invisible-car.html' title='The Invisible Car'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-2806479084362719210</id><published>2009-06-16T00:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T17:17:32.733+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>The Really English Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To commemorate my arrival in Malaysia back from London, to do something special but not special for this 80th blog post, and also to purposely invoke jealousy (admit it, I didn't even write anything about my trip yet and you're already planning to wage war against me).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disneyland Paris&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walt Disney Studios&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Legoland Windsor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- nice!(not to mention Britney Spears sighting there!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eiffel Tower&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it's really tall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oxford Street&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shopping artery of central London.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The London Dungeon&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scary attraction with live actors and props!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buckingham Palace&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boring guards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hyde Park &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; peaceful area in the middle of the city.. really nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EuroStar &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fast train that takes you to Paris via Channel Tunnels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fish n Chips&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;certainly unbeatable! It's soo.. nice :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Candy&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just how many Jelly Babies did I consume?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tube&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Try not to stray into wrong network lines!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stamford Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; -&lt;a href="http://www.chelseafc.com/"&gt; Chelsea's&lt;/a&gt; Home Stadium! I took the tour there :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So that's the main points of my 2 week trip there.. in case I'd want to elaborate more, I might as well write a damn book and make money out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-2806479084362719210?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2806479084362719210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=2806479084362719210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/2806479084362719210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/2806479084362719210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-from-britain.html' title='The Really English Vacation'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-5754239216633113140</id><published>2009-05-21T21:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:50:09.879+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>Life Snippets #30: Nikon-ized</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey guys sorry (again) for lack of updates. I'm having my exams now, which basically means that I ain't studying and I'm still here in front of the computer every day for hours at length and too lazy to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as per title. Gonna get a D60 soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.newphotoguide.com/images/DigitalCameraNews/Nikon-D60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 377px;" src="http://www.newphotoguide.com/images/DigitalCameraNews/Nikon-D60.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I just say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nikon D60&lt;/span&gt;? Yes, it's a DSLR cam. I like photography but my current compact camera isn't very.. versatile. It runs on two AA batteries and each pair lasts only minutes of use. It's a black  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Olympus FE-310&lt;/span&gt;, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday the 29th of May, I am leaving for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;London&lt;/span&gt; with my family and also drop by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt; via &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eurostar&lt;/span&gt; train that runs in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Channel Tunnels&lt;/span&gt;, connecting the British Isles and mainland Europe (France). We'll be there for about 2 weeks. I am gonna get to eat some real British fish 'n chips! Also, a perfect chance to fool around with the D60!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.devon-holiday.com/information/images/appledo-pm2-july06-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 272px;" src="http://www.devon-holiday.com/information/images/appledo-pm2-july06-10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A happy British family enjoying fish 'n chips on the pier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Britishness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Afiq Feisal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;British Family Eating Fish 'n Chips photo taken from &lt;a href="http://www.devon-holiday.com/information/appledore.htm"&gt;Devon-Holiday&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-5754239216633113140?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5754239216633113140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=5754239216633113140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/5754239216633113140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/5754239216633113140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-snippets-30-too-much-for-title.html' title='Life Snippets #30: Nikon-ized'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-5087992108368726031</id><published>2009-05-15T21:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:42:29.673+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>I'm A Bookworm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You know what, before I get carried on with today's post about my book obsession, I think I'll slip in a tiny section here about sunglasses. I've seen T-Pain wear this pair of white sunnies (the older version) and I was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dayummm! That is da bomb!"&lt;/span&gt;. After some Googling I found out it was a pair of &lt;a href="http://oakley.com/pd/2222"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oakley Gascans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The ones you see him wear now is Oakley Oil Rig. Here's a picture of the Gascans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/Sg11nWUxGpI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/YRtMNZQXqB4/s1600-h/OakleyGascan.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 104px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/Sg11nWUxGpI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/YRtMNZQXqB4/s200/OakleyGascan.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336050452371937938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As many of you know, I am a huge fan of books. I don't know why most of you find books are boring, but boy don't you guys know what you're missing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So yesterday, me and my mom went to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shoppingnsales.com/2009/05/12/14-18-may-big-bad-wolf-books-sale/"&gt;Big Bad Wolf Books warehouse sale&lt;/a&gt;. It has like a kajillion books, and a whole crowd of book-fans like me. I wound up taking a whole box of books (when you feel that your arms can't carry anymore, you may take a box to fill up books with). Alot of books, and that was just ME. I know it sounds geeky, but I'm really a geek of all sorts so here goes a list of the books that I chose for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Real World by Natsuo Kirino &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Novel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Memoirs of an Exorcist by David Devereux &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Novel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) London and The South-East by David Szalay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Novel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The Joy of Swearing by M. Hunt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Leisure Reading)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Avalon High Coronation Vol.1 by Meg Cabot&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Manga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Avalon High Coronation Vol.2 by Meg Cabot &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Manga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Princess Ai: Ultimate Edition by Misaho Kujiradou, Courtney Love &amp;amp; DJ Milky &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Manga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Carrie by Stephen King &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Novel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Snakebite by Robert Swindells&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Light Novel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Java in a Nutshell by David Flanagan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Reference Encyclopedia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) The Game Maker's Apprentice by Jacob Habgood &amp;amp; Mark Overmars &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Guidebook)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) C++ Programming In Easy Steps by Mike McGrath &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Guidebook)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) The Complete Bike Book by Mel Allwood &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Reference/Guidebook)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Kaiser Chiefs - A Record of Empoyment &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Band Scrapbook)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I also bought a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spanish Starter Kit&lt;/span&gt; from Teach Yourself for only RM20. Not to forget, a Spanish language accompaniment book to go with it. For some reason I love learning new languages if it doesn't involve 2000 symbols and characters (I don't mind Japanese!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic from the &lt;a href="http://oakley.com/pd/2222"&gt;Oakley Gascan site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-5087992108368726031?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5087992108368726031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=5087992108368726031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/5087992108368726031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/5087992108368726031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-bookworm.html' title='I&apos;m A Bookworm'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/Sg11nWUxGpI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/YRtMNZQXqB4/s72-c/OakleyGascan.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-8585683015969239306</id><published>2009-05-08T21:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T21:25:37.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>Broken Collarbone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm back, fellas. With a broken clavicle (or collarbone), or should I just say, shoulder. No, not the right one. The left one.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; OUCH!&lt;/span&gt; Get your dirty hands off my shoulder! Nuff' said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to write bedtime stories about how I ended up with a broken collarbone, so let's keep it short and sweet. It involves a 15 year old Malay boy, a red Commencal Normal Disc mountain bike, a kapchai motor, an Indian man, a sweaty Indonesian tractor driver, a Bobcat tractor, a stretch of long downhill tarmac, and a speed bump. To top it off, a 10-metre Superman fly off. Use your damn imagination, kiddos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The two pieces of bones are overlapping by 1.5 cm. I could opt for surgery though, where they'll use a scalpel to slice open my shoulder skin, drill in holes on the clavicle, put on a titanium plate and secure it with matching titanium screws, and sew back my shoulder skin. Sweet, no? Oh, I'll have a bitchin' good time walking through airport metal detectors too! But my injury's not that bad, and since my growth stage is growing into an adult, I won't have to worry much as the bone will widen into an adult bone anyway instead of leaving a huge irregularity when compared with the other shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Crippledness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Afiq Feisal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-8585683015969239306?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8585683015969239306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=8585683015969239306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/8585683015969239306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/8585683015969239306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/05/broken-collarbone.html' title='Broken Collarbone'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-292164177452512153</id><published>2009-04-22T22:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T21:29:12.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>Le Boring School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Man.. anyone notice how school has just gotten a whole lot boringer lately. Our new pengetua has recently posted some revised or original school rules on each class noticeboard. There are so many unnecessary rules spotted there and the whole class were having their own say on each rule. The weather isn't helping either - it's gettin' real hot and just the perfect weather to induce students into a short nap in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I've changed my Commencal's pedals to a pair of platform pedals by the name of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kona Jackshit&lt;/span&gt;. I wanted to get a pair with sealed bearings (more safe/last longer) but those platforms cost like RM200++ per pair. The Jackshit was only RM80 (after discount) but I only had RM50 so I managed to persuade the boss to let me pay RM30 later in the week. C'mon, I'm a regular customer xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SgQzJfsdhkI/AAAAAAAAAiI/lsss39Z_7u4/s1600-h/jackshit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SgQzJfsdhkI/AAAAAAAAAiI/lsss39Z_7u4/s200/jackshit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333444096933332546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Recently, I've found out that I was on a slowpoke on discovering this music group called &lt;a href="http://www.thelonelyisland.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Lonely Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. They're the brains behind the songs called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jizz In My Pants&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dick In A Box&lt;/span&gt;. I know - it sounds weird at first (the song name) or either gross to you, but hit up the music videos on YouTube and you'll find it funny. Justin Timberlake is featured heavily in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dick In A Box&lt;/span&gt;, and this'll probably be your first time seeing JT on a lighter side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kona Jack Shit pedals picture courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.pinkbike.com/"&gt;PinkBike&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-292164177452512153?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/292164177452512153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=292164177452512153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/292164177452512153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/292164177452512153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/04/le-boring-school.html' title='Le Boring School'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SgQzJfsdhkI/AAAAAAAAAiI/lsss39Z_7u4/s72-c/jackshit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-2250625511722116357</id><published>2009-04-16T21:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:37:23.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><title type='text'>Life Snippets #28: Die, Frog, Die!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm late to post this by a day, but what the heck. Yesterday I decided to go to Science Club meeting 'cos I heard last week we gonna dissect frogs. I mean, it's sort of cool. Better than adding chemicals into a boiling beaker and watched it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wonderfully&lt;/span&gt; change color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered the science lab which was abuzz with kids eager to watch frogs die at their fingertips. True, I was there for the same intention. Here's a secret: I have FROGOPHOBIA, or whatever phobia it is. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here are the pictures of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Operation Leapfrog&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SedBtEv2jdI/AAAAAAAAAiA/CPShd03aIb8/s1600-h/P3090024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SedBtEv2jdI/AAAAAAAAAiA/CPShd03aIb8/s200/P3090024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325297327013268946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;The tools necessary to perform a surgery on a frog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SedBsiULJ4I/AAAAAAAAAho/Fv6CRgg2Puk/s1600-h/P3090009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SedBsiULJ4I/AAAAAAAAAho/Fv6CRgg2Puk/s200/P3090009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325297317770372994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Frogs awaiting their turn outside the Emergency Ward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SedBtIJzwmI/AAAAAAAAAh4/X2ooDJ27rcI/s1600-h/P3090008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SedBtIJzwmI/AAAAAAAAAh4/X2ooDJ27rcI/s200/P3090008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325297327927444066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Two young doctors practice castrating a frog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SedBs5QWxjI/AAAAAAAAAhw/2w0aD2XIgcM/s1600-h/P3090017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SedBs5QWxjI/AAAAAAAAAhw/2w0aD2XIgcM/s200/P3090017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325297323928372786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;A thoroughly dismembered frog up for shipment to a Thai roadside snack stall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-2250625511722116357?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2250625511722116357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=2250625511722116357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/2250625511722116357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/2250625511722116357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-snippets-28-die-frog-die.html' title='Life Snippets #28: Die, Frog, Die!'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SedBtEv2jdI/AAAAAAAAAiA/CPShd03aIb8/s72-c/P3090024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-7733737311413903348</id><published>2009-04-14T22:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:42:58.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>Life Snippets #27: Cyclo-Crash, Cacat Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last Friday, at around 7:45 pm I was cycling back in the rain from Saiful's new house. As I cornered a junction, my bike tyres slipped on a sand spill on the road. It was WET and before I knew it I was faceplanted on the ground. Groaning and slightly confused at the split-second fall, I mustered up the strength to push my body up and sat in the middle of the road, groaning. What to do after a fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspect your injuries. Yeah? Okay so I was looking at my right knee.. there is a strangely large WHITE spot on the knee.. also noticed two white spots on my feet. Suddenly the white spot on the knee turned pinkish-red and blood finally emerged and started flowing down my thighs into my pants. (I was sitting down). Skin tore right off, gone. As expected. My arms are scraped all around. My right palm had a small spot that has been skinned just like my knee. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Double groan&lt;/span&gt;. Must there be so many spots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**You were here for the pics, weren't you? Not for the pregnant ladies. Scroll down.**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rubbing my chin due to some gatal feeling and saw blood.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;triple groan!&lt;/span&gt; My chin too?! What I did next was to scream. I was screaming &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ARGH!"&lt;/span&gt; and no one heard me. Except some bangla labor workers in a under-construction house nearby. They waved at me and shouted a shrill "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"WUUUI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; at me. Then they waved at me some more and went back into the shady darkness of the construction site. Annoyed at them, I raised a middle finger towards the construction site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly.. I saw a bright light. Could this be.. salvation? Nah, it was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Proton Perdana&lt;/span&gt;. The vehicle stopped before me and a middle-aged lady came out of the car with an umbrella saying "Are you okay?!", yeah you get it. She called my mom after successfully extorting my house number from me. Within 1 minute the familiar engine roar of a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toyota Land Cruiser Prado&lt;/span&gt; came within earshot. The Land Cruiser pulled up beside me and the windows rolled down.. my parents were there. Blablabla, I went to the nearby clinic, got an injection to prevent infections and had my wounds cleaned and all those stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SeSfLbUZQLI/AAAAAAAAAhI/EDKPxQFJ9Mo/s1600-h/P3040001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SeSfLbUZQLI/AAAAAAAAAhI/EDKPxQFJ9Mo/s200/P3040001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324555678119444658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Skinned wrist/palm. Hard to write now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SeSfL2-FUfI/AAAAAAAAAhY/iQ7yhdSite4/s1600-h/P3040007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SeSfL2-FUfI/AAAAAAAAAhY/iQ7yhdSite4/s200/P3040007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324555685542056434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free shaving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SeSfLpmDPlI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/fa6kfeZeZXk/s1600-h/P3040003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SeSfLpmDPlI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/fa6kfeZeZXk/s200/P3040003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324555681951596114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one near the ankle looks like a bulletshot wound!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SeSfL_PbxMI/AAAAAAAAAhg/DWlEy4X0QCk/s1600-h/P3040004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SeSfL_PbxMI/AAAAAAAAAhg/DWlEy4X0QCk/s200/P3040004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324555687762314434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You haven't seen it after I took off the plaster.. dayumm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Guess what? I'm in the Cacat Club now. If anyone has noticed, both me and Nabilah (the cheerleader) is limping in school now. We both have injured legs haha. So we're like temporary OKU's (Orang Kurang Upaya).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-7733737311413903348?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7733737311413903348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=7733737311413903348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/7733737311413903348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/7733737311413903348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-snippets-27-cyclo-crash-cacat-club.html' title='Life Snippets #27: Cyclo-Crash, Cacat Club'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SeSfLbUZQLI/AAAAAAAAAhI/EDKPxQFJ9Mo/s72-c/P3040001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-1723774957182497461</id><published>2009-04-07T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:31:08.205+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><title type='text'>Kindness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is the kindness survey for blogs. Have you done anything kind lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Name one or some of your kind acts that you have done today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I gave Rez a MicroSD card + adapter F.O.C. I gave Rez his early b'day present &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.islandrecords.com/site/artist_home.php?artist_id=259"&gt;Sum 41&lt;/a&gt; album Underclass Heroes]&lt;/span&gt;. I lent my bike to a restaurant owner and a French guy because they wanted to test it out? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) How about unkind stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Intention of prank calling the arse of a Streamyx call center to piss off their monotonous workers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Why did you do the kind stuff stated in 1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had too many tech stuff that I already have a few of or don't need, Rez spotted the CD and asked me about it, and because I knew these people (hanging out at the BU bike shop).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Why on earth would you do that as stated in 2?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because 1 - Streamyx sucks, 2 - Their workers sucks, 3 - Their service sucks, 4 - Frekkin' slow connection, 5 - It was a con-job, 6 - Streamyx sucks, 7 - Streamyx sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) So did you think you pulled it off as a kind person today?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to say something here I think I am a generally kind person; it's just that you guys always think I make jokes here and there - open your eyes and see, fool! Me is a good person (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXTRA TIT-BITS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoyCkb_uadI/R-pQK58gR_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/2-g9pEARezs/s320/Sum+41+-+Underclass+Hero+%28Front%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoyCkb_uadI/R-pQK58gR_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/2-g9pEARezs/s320/Sum+41+-+Underclass+Hero+%28Front%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That is the album that I bought for Rez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Underclass Hero, performed by &lt;a href="http://www.islandrecords.com/site/artist_home.php?artist_id=259"&gt;Sum 41&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Picture courtesy of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.sum41music.wbl.sk/"&gt;Slovakian Sum 41 Fangroup&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-1723774957182497461?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1723774957182497461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=1723774957182497461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/1723774957182497461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/1723774957182497461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/04/kindness.html' title='Kindness'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoyCkb_uadI/R-pQK58gR_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/2-g9pEARezs/s72-c/Sum+41+-+Underclass+Hero+%28Front%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-5990827362449471518</id><published>2009-03-27T00:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T01:15:53.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>Selangor Mountain Bike Race &amp; Mattel Warehouse Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This Sunday at Sungai Buloh, there will be an event called&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Selangor Mountain Bike Race. &lt;/span&gt;Don't expect any big-air stunts, as this is a cross-country race and not a freeriding contest a la &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crankworx Slopestyle&lt;/span&gt;. My dad is joining, so by default I will be there too, joining the event for the Open Category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My race is 25KM long through Sungai Buloh/parts of Kepong and will probably be very tiring. Better check on my own bike to see that everything is in tip-top condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the website &lt;a href="http://selangormtbchallenge.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mattel Warehouse Sale.&lt;/span&gt; Probably the hottest warehouse sale of the month. I did not manage to go to school yesterday (it is 12:55 at time of blogging, and I had to be correct) so I went with my mom to the warehouse sale at Atria, Damansara Jaya. Today is the first day, and it opens at 10am. I went in at about 10:40am and already MOST of the good&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hot Wheels&lt;/span&gt; are gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed a large empty box and started stuffing. Over a course of 2 hours of squeezing and body contact with at least a thousand other shoppers (not joking!), I managed to come up with a nicely filled cardboard box. Got around to getting most of the good stuff such as nearly the whole series of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Volkswagen California Cruisin&lt;/span&gt;', a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;G-Machine '67 Chevy Nova&lt;/span&gt;, several &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Since 68&lt;/span&gt; cars, two &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monster Jam&lt;/span&gt; trucks, two&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Racing Rigs&lt;/span&gt;, two &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Speed Racer&lt;/span&gt; cars, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Speed Racer&lt;/span&gt; R/C car, six &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matchbox &lt;/span&gt;playsets, and 3 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hot Wheels&lt;/span&gt; racing track sets. I'm stocking up on my toys (I am a collector). I chose some&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cars&lt;/span&gt; themed toys for my bro, and my mom chose some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Barbies&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Polly Pockets &lt;/span&gt;for my sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby (Fisher Price brand) section was hilarious. The products are strewn on plastic card tables like in mamak shops, and the products I am talking about are almost gone. Every single mother there was shouting to the workers to open up another crate. It's as if Mattel is giving away free stuff! All the noise like you've never heard it before. A woman was standing on a table to get attention from the workers. The rest were shouting and pointing at crates in which they think that they can find the desired item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Mom 1: "Bang, tolong ambilkan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My First Steps&lt;/span&gt; baby walker tu!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Mom 2: "Hello, hello, can open up that box and see if got the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pop-On Blox&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jr. Baseball set&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Worker: "Sabar, sabar, jangan rebut, ada lagi 2 kotak kat belakang!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things really went out of hand went several impatient mothers managed to collapse some card tables on the floor, thus a whole crowd of greedy baby-toy hunting moms stampeded into the 'workers only' area and started to rip open boxes. Some of the workers even videotaped those 'hungry' customers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, time to wait in line to the payment counter. The line was snaking and there were 2 u-turn bends in the line I lined up in. It took 2 hours to reach the counter, no kidding! In between the wait time  I went to buy a drink while my mom jaga the stuff, then go check if got any other stuff turn up.. it was a seriously long wait. In the end, we managed to reach the cashier and we heaved several heavy plastic bags to the car park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-5990827362449471518?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5990827362449471518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=5990827362449471518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/5990827362449471518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/5990827362449471518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/03/selangor-mountain-bike-race-mattel.html' title='Selangor Mountain Bike Race &amp; Mattel Warehouse Sale'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-3510824609216890391</id><published>2009-03-22T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T00:08:55.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Snippets #26: Kiara Group Ride with LYN Members</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today had been a really fun day. Last night Maxguy had alerted everyone in LowYat.Net's Mountain Biking Heaven thread for a ride in Kiara today at 8am. I woke up at 7:48am, and I was hesitating - should I go? Am I too late to get prepared and reach there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly got into my preferred clothes for cycling, put in a spare shirt, granola bars and iPod in a small backpack, fixed a bottle cage on my bike, had a quick breakfast, grabbed my gloves and helmet and hit the road at 8.12am. I pedalled fast out of the 'hood, Cineleisure, IKEA, my school, One Utama, those big Taman Tun bungalows, through a neighborhood, out on another main road, pedalled faster uphill, past a more bungalows, past Devi's Corner, and reached the meeting point - in front of KSH Taman Tun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I approached the group already hanging out in front of KSH I could see NS - riding his Da Bomb Sputnik. He introduced me to everyone and each other. BTW, we call each other by our online forum names. Maxguy brought this Giant Glory, Scotty had his Jamis Dakar, Snapshots brought his new BH Expert. Then we pedalled all the way up the long, arduous tarmac climb to the crossroads on the jogger's hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rested for a while at the pondok, and rolled into 2k. The trail was smooth and flowy. Soon we came back out, rested for about 15 mins while watching about 30 or so other bikers already hanging out on the crossroads. Here, I can see many downhill riders with their dual-crown forks and full-face helmets, etc. Its like a freakin' convention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back into 2k loop in reverse order, entered the Apollo trail, negotiated a drop, and after some time back out onto the jogger's tarmac. Another uphill tarmac climb, then back to the crossroads, and into Carnival we go. Initially I wanted to go to Twin's Peak to check out what's all the downhiller's fuss about, but we went straight into Carnival instead and joined the downhill descent track used in Kiara Downhill Domination races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-3510824609216890391?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3510824609216890391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=3510824609216890391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/3510824609216890391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/3510824609216890391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-snippets-26-kiara-group-ride-with.html' title='Life Snippets #26: Kiara Group Ride with LYN Members'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-1949297963071935299</id><published>2009-03-22T02:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:33:44.495+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>Life Snippets #25: New Mountain Bike</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finally, I've got my new bike. It's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Commencal&lt;/span&gt;, by the way. Decisions were hard. Should I get a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Scott Voltage YZ 0&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Da Bomb Tora-Bora Dirt&lt;/span&gt;, or what? Until I went to KSH Cycles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my paternal grandma's birthday, so my family headed to a cake shop in Taman Tun to get, well, a cake. If you read my second last post, I mentioned about getting a new bike, but that was my dad's. Conviniently we went into KSH to take a look at the bike frames and complete built-up bikes. Dad wanted a trailbike but was instantly eye-glued to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Norco Atomik&lt;/span&gt;, a full-suspension downhill bike complete with a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; RockShox Boxxer World Cup &lt;/span&gt;dual-crown fork, at a relatively cheap price of RM7,000. Cheap, considering it came with a champ's dual-crown fork, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Manitou&lt;/span&gt; shock, and other whatnots such as a pair of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kenda Nevegals 2.35&lt;/span&gt; and other crap which would cost well more than RM10,000 if bought separately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past few days I had noted my parents that I'd like to buy a dirtjump bike, or the frame at least. Weren't interested in buying any dirtjump from KSH (there were only 3-4 models), until suddenly I spotted a salsa red colored bike with an unmistakable dirtjump frame. It was only RM2,990, tolak RM300 jadi RM2,690. Because it was so cheap, it has good parts, and my whole family likes it (red colored bikes are nice). It comes complete with bombproof (they meant UNDESTRUCTIBLE) frame and rims, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SRAM/Deore&lt;/span&gt; groupset, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avid Juicy 3&lt;/span&gt; hydraulic disc brakes, and dayumm! They set off to servicing and properly checking the bike before use by the new owner (me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized, that dirtjumpers need either a bowl/skate helmet or a full-face helmet. I can't wear skate helmets because I am wearing glasses and it's not very reliable for us four-eyed. The cheapest full face helmet was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SixSixOne Strike&lt;/span&gt;, and it came in a red/black color combination. This one costs RM400, but heck - safety first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few guys from my favorite thread in Lowyat.Net which is Mountain Biking Heaven decided to get together tomorrow (in 5 1/2 hours, to be precise) at 8am to go and hit Kiara trails. They invited me and I was anxious anyway to try out my new bike in it's proper environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now I called up Irfan who just came back from Singapore last night, and I told him that I got a new bike and a full-face helmet. He was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"YOU LIAR! DON'T TRY TO FOOL ME, DUDE"&lt;/span&gt; and I can't help but laugh, which made him think I was joking even more. So I said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You come see lah"&lt;/span&gt;. And in 5 minutes he arrived at my house at around 12:50am, driving his dad's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toyota Hilux&lt;/span&gt; (with permission).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept on chanting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"LIAR, LIAR"&lt;/span&gt; all the way to the door until I opened the door and he saw the bike and his reaction was *mouth gapes open*. He went &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Holy crap, this is such a sweet bike! Hydraulic brakes! Great fork! Oh man.. is that your new helmet? What the hell.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-1949297963071935299?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1949297963071935299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=1949297963071935299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/1949297963071935299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/1949297963071935299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-snippets-25-new-mountain-bike.html' title='Life Snippets #25: New Mountain Bike'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-7039543854755071078</id><published>2009-03-20T23:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T02:49:26.636+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippet'/><title type='text'>Disappearance? I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Again, I was gone for a few days. *smackhead* This time it was because of my metal rig. The computer received a BSOD while loading Windows Vista Home Premium. Unable to get past loading since that. So until now I am using my mom's MacBook to achieve my daily dosage of Internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Today I sent the rig to a reliable shop/service centre in &lt;a href="http://www.mycen.com.my/directions/digital_mall.html"&gt;Digital Mall&lt;/a&gt;. Tempted to buy and install a Nvidia GeForce 9800GT, but I'm not heavy into computer games anymore and a GeForce 8600GS is better than most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Browsed a few phone shops with my dad, since he wants a new phone. He's eyeing the &lt;a href="http://www.maxis.com.my/iphone/"&gt;iPhone 3G&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blackberry.com/blackberrystorm/"&gt;Blackberry Storm&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.t-mobileg1.com/"&gt;T-Mobile G1&lt;/a&gt; w/Google, and a few cheap Sony Ericsson 3G phones. I can't help but drool at the phones.. especially LG Cookie. What? I already have a LG Cookie! No, mine is anodized silver and the Vandyke brown and black colour is just so.. sexy. The colours - it redefines the revolution of touchscreen phones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We wanted to buy a new mountain bike (trailbike, to be specific) so we headed to Bikepro after that. There are tons of &lt;i&gt;Scotts &lt;/i&gt;in the store, and the frames are nice too. &lt;i&gt;Banshee Pyre &lt;/i&gt;has got to be the best frame in there. We didn't get any layanan because of the huge number of bikers in the store, so we headed to Joo Ngan in Uptown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Getting either a &lt;i&gt;Trek Fuel Ex 6.5&lt;/i&gt; or&lt;i&gt; Gary Fisher Hi-Fi Pro.&lt;/i&gt; They cost RM7,500 and RM6,500 (+/-) respectively. I'm still keeping my &lt;i&gt;GT Backwoods&lt;/i&gt; as a cross-country bike and my &lt;i&gt;Giant XtC Team&lt;/i&gt; as a dirtjump bike, but I might get a &lt;i&gt;Scott Voltage YZ&lt;/i&gt; frame. It's really cheap, only RM500 second-hand provided I sapu the deal first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.evanscycles.com/product_image/image/894/c07/a2a/33026/product_page/trek-fuel-ex-65-2009-mountain-bike.jpg" alt="" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 260px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Trek Fuel EX 6.5&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-7039543854755071078?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7039543854755071078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=7039543854755071078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/7039543854755071078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/7039543854755071078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/03/disappearance-im-back.html' title='Disappearance? I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-898959063142659016</id><published>2009-03-12T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:59:43.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><title type='text'>Tagged &amp; Shuffle Mode On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;font-family:Trebuchet;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;1. Put your iTunes/Winamp/Media Player on shuffle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;3. You must write down the name of the song no matter how silly it sounds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;5. Tag at least 10 friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;font-family:Trebuchet;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;6. Anyone tagged has to do the same, because fun pointlessness spreads like a virus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;font-family:Trebuchet;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;font-family:Trebuchet;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;font-family:Trebuchet;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;If someone says "Is this okay?" you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live at The Barbeque - Main Source ft. Nas &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[BBQ's are sizzlin' hot, so of course it's okay!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;How would you describe yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Absolutely Wasted - Sporting Riff-Raff &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Not sure if I'm a wasted youth *rushes to check*]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Juicy - The Notorious B.I.G. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[What on earth.. juicy girls.. then again.. mmm]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;How do you feel today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Synchronicity II - The Police. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Not synchronized to the school timetable]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;What is your life’s purpose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Mad - Ne-Yo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Mad, mad, watch more MadTV]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;What is your motto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I Love You Less and Less - Kaiser Chiefs. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;['Cos you left me for Afiq! WTF!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;font-family:Trebuchet;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;What do your friends think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenagers - My Chemical Romance. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Duh, I'm a teen at the time of writing]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Holidae In - Chingy ft. Ludacris &amp;amp; Snoop Dogg &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Yes they've have been to several Holiday Inns]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;What do you think about very often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Makes Me Wonder - Maroon 5 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Yeah, I wonder..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;What is 2 + 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La La La Kerjalah - Meet Uncle Hussain &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Lalalala~ buat kerja sendiri~]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;What do you think of your best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Laid - Matt Nathanson. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[You got laid and didn't even tell me.. WTH!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;What do you think of the person you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinta - Kris Dayanti ft. Melly Goeslaw. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Memanglah cinta, bodoh!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;What is your life story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss Me - New Found Glory &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Kiss me and I tell you!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seize The Day - Avenged Sevenfold &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[More like seize whatever chance I get]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life - Des'ree. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Life, oh life - oooh life~]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah - Too Phat ft. Yassin. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Thank God 'cos you're not Too Phat for me!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;What will they play at your funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Gonny Fly Now - Bill Conti. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Gonna Die Now~ *cue orchestra symphony*]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;font-family:Trebuchet;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your hobby/interest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;font-family:Trebuchet;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Fuel - Metallica &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Pour fuel around your house and throw in a match]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;What is your biggest fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Predict A Riot - Kaiser Chiefs&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; [The end is near!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;font-family:Trebuchet;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;What is your biggest secret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't Get You Out Of My Head - Kylie Minogue &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Thanks to the secret, it's stuck in my head ever since]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;What do you think of your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born To Be Wild - Steppenwolf &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Tsk.. tsk.. locomania!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;font-family:Trebuchet;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;What will you post this as?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridin' - Classic &amp;amp; 86 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Will not post this song, makes a stupid title!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-898959063142659016?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/898959063142659016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=898959063142659016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/898959063142659016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/898959063142659016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagged-shuffle-mode-on.html' title='Tagged &amp; Shuffle Mode On'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-4075527410504789535</id><published>2009-03-09T22:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:47:22.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>Life Snippets #24: Kiara 2k</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today I invited Irfan to go to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kiara&lt;/span&gt; for a mountain biking session. We reached Kiara park at 4:30pm and pushed our bikes up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rock Garden&lt;/span&gt;, and went uphill through the short &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carnival&lt;/span&gt; shortcut towards the jogging road beside &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KLGCC&lt;/span&gt;. Pedalled uphill on tarmac for a minute or so, reached the first pump house, and entered the famed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4k&lt;/span&gt; trail. Here, is a fork. Taking a left turn would take us to the downhill wooden ramp, which we already conquered previously. To the right, is a trail which takes us past a small lake, a smaller wooden bridge, and God knows where because we didn't go pass the bridge before. The trail hasn't been used for some time due to most of the cyclists who are adults are busy working I suppose, so the overgrowth are quite annoying and it made the trail feel rather narrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are alot of parts where pushing the bikes are required (slope too slippery). After some time, we reached a tall slope which led to a tarmac road. Went up the tarmac road to the famous T-junction where there is a pondok. Saw some mountain bikers there, about 8 of them. Half of them are using &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BH&lt;/span&gt; bikes while the rest has a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Santa Cruz&lt;/span&gt;, a few &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GT&lt;/span&gt; and one or two &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Giants&lt;/span&gt;. The BH's and Santa Cruz went into the 2k trail first and we followed suit. The trail was quite easy to navigate through. The only drawbacks are a few gnarly roots, and some uphill switchbacks which are rather slippery thanks to the rainy season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today there are quite alot of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;joggers &lt;/span&gt;around, and bikers love joggers because we get to go faster than them. And also they act as obstacles to train on. Going downhill down a tarmac road at top gear, top speed, joggers are good for training on - they're like the orange cones in a driving academy. But unfortunately most of them know today is also the day alot of bikers come down so they like to go to the road shoulders instead. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bah, cowards!&lt;/span&gt; Eheh, I was just kidding on these part. But seriously, train going around people - try not to hit them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Carnival &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Rock Garden &lt;/span&gt;back to the Kiara park parking lot, where the BH's and Santa Cruz are cleaning their bikes at the bike wash. The Santa Cruz guy chit-chatted with us for a while. Then we left for Devi's Corner to quench our thirst. It started drizzling a little and we gave up our table to the BH riders - we're done drinking our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Milo Ais&lt;/span&gt;, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KSH&lt;/span&gt;, the mother of all bike shops in Taman Tun. Which is, coincidentally, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; bike shop in Taman Tun. Love those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; full-face helmets. Especially those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Composite&lt;/span&gt; series. Then we hit the roads again and back home. Reached my house at about 7:14pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-4075527410504789535?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4075527410504789535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=4075527410504789535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/4075527410504789535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/4075527410504789535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-snippets-24-kiara-2k.html' title='Life Snippets #24: Kiara 2k'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-2720426745081012668</id><published>2009-03-06T22:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T02:09:26.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouthSays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><title type='text'>I Say, You Say, YouthSays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey guys, I was wondering if you knew of the most happening Malaysian website (next to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LowYat.Net&lt;/span&gt; of course). It's a website where youths can discuss everyday life, issues, brands, pretty much whatever that you're concerned of with other Malaysian youths. Also, you can complete surveys and earn money for it. What's this website, you say? I say it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youthsays.com/go/blr"&gt;YouthSays&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;Now click on the picture below to sign up for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youthsays.com/go/blr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://youthsays.com/images/macam-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-2720426745081012668?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2720426745081012668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=2720426745081012668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/2720426745081012668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/2720426745081012668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-say-you-say-youthsays.html' title='I Say, You Say, YouthSays!'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-8910074034881029654</id><published>2009-03-06T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:01:11.038+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>Life Snippets #23: Bad Hair Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SbUuulEFwcI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/USk22XpJW8E/s1600-h/P070309_14.34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SbUuulEFwcI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/USk22XpJW8E/s200/P070309_14.34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311202713311494594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today was sort of a bad hair day. I can't really say if it's bad or good. My fringe was swept aside and held in place with hair gel to mask the lenght of it at school. And it just so happened that today the tips of it were curved like the &lt;a href="http://www.asia.ripcurl.com/"&gt;Ripcurl&lt;/a&gt; logo. Some say it's bad, some say it's really cute and nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finally I converted my Giant XtC Team into a hybrid dirtjump/semi-downhill bike. It can also become cross-country like it was before conversion, because it still has its shifters, derailleurs and other whatnots, while pure dirtjumpers are single-speed with only one (front) or no brakes at all, but most dirtjumpers are not purists due to the hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I exchanged my light industrial steel pedals for a pair of yellow platform pedals with Adrian, a regular at Johnny's bike store. Those yellow platform pedals sure do match my black/yellow bike theme. A new pair of Wellgo colored platform pedals would cost me RM180 per pair and I got mine free (although a bit scratched, but all pedals get old fast!) for next to nothing, seeing that my previous pedals aren't much to behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-8910074034881029654?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8910074034881029654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=8910074034881029654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/8910074034881029654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/8910074034881029654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-snippets-23-bad-hair-day.html' title='Life Snippets #23: Bad Hair Day'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SbUuulEFwcI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/USk22XpJW8E/s72-c/P070309_14.34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-3063665603885163750</id><published>2009-03-04T22:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:46:04.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Obama Sushi? Rant?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/Sa6RcWkrLsI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ZvVyu_8xQns/s1600-h/ObamaSushi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/Sa6RcWkrLsI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ZvVyu_8xQns/s200/ObamaSushi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309340926998163138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've read online recently that a Japanese restauranteur has created a sushi in the form of Barack Obama's face. It's really creative, but I really don't care and I just want to show you guys that there is a sushi in the form of Barack Obama's face. Did I say that it looks like Obama's face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing - please no '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love Obama&lt;/span&gt;' replies, especially for Malaysians. You're all so hyped up and joining Obama fanclubs everywhere you could - why bother? You think you know him, but if I ask you wether you knew that he plays &lt;a href="http://www.pong-story.com/atpong2.htm"&gt;Pong&lt;/a&gt; and has a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blackberry&lt;/span&gt; (which he dropped) and he is half Indonesian. So why bother? Does it bring change to Malaysia? Will it let us reach the '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wawasan 2020&lt;/span&gt;'? Yeah probably the Americans could do that but our Malaysia is still stinkin' Malaysia, and that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article found &lt;a href="http://feature.jp.msn.com/skill/special/article/oowaza/week015/003.htm"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; (MSN-Japan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-3063665603885163750?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3063665603885163750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=3063665603885163750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/3063665603885163750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/3063665603885163750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/03/obama-sushi-rant.html' title='Obama Sushi? Rant?'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/Sa6RcWkrLsI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ZvVyu_8xQns/s72-c/ObamaSushi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-6864331554584645459</id><published>2009-03-03T21:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:03:23.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vehicles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>White Skyline Spotted!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In an effort to update my blog more often, I'll find anything to post up here if I can. Today I spotted a pearl white &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nissan Skyline GT-R V-Spec II&lt;/span&gt; parked in my 'hood. If you're doubting me, I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;peek&lt;/span&gt;tures too. Back-side only sorry, the owner was at the garden and I was too shy. Click on image for larger pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/Sa04csbVL4I/AAAAAAAAAgA/-sTQHSHpWeg/s1600-h/P8140008b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/Sa04csbVL4I/AAAAAAAAAgA/-sTQHSHpWeg/s200/P8140008b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308961601352970114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-6864331554584645459?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6864331554584645459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=6864331554584645459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/6864331554584645459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/6864331554584645459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/03/white-skyline-spotted.html' title='White Skyline Spotted!'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/Sa04csbVL4I/AAAAAAAAAgA/-sTQHSHpWeg/s72-c/P8140008b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-6226088194573749875</id><published>2009-03-02T23:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:26:53.864+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vehicles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>Pickup Pimp-Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was doing laps around my neighborhood when I spotted this black &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nissan.com.my/vehicles/frontier/index.html"&gt;Nissan Frontier&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;which apparently has been modified with the owner thinking big, and I mean big. It has tyres that has been widened out from its axles. It has an undergrille that's looking shiny. It's got at least a 4" jack-up. Snorkels, reinforced roll-bars, half-steps, a &lt;a href="http://www.thuleracks.com/"&gt;Thule&lt;/a&gt; open roof rack, isn't it the ultimate 4x4? Feel free to click on the image for a larger version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/Sav6YsgNFfI/AAAAAAAAAf4/TDm55wdhb7c/s1600-h/P270209b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/Sav6YsgNFfI/AAAAAAAAAf4/TDm55wdhb7c/s200/P270209b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308611887956301298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-6226088194573749875?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6226088194573749875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=6226088194573749875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/6226088194573749875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/6226088194573749875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/03/pickup-pimp-out.html' title='Pickup Pimp-Out'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/Sav6YsgNFfI/AAAAAAAAAf4/TDm55wdhb7c/s72-c/P270209b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-4644072256414580839</id><published>2009-02-28T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:34:43.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>Life Snippets #22: Rain, Rain, Go Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My second last post I've been complaining that it's hot. Right after that it started raining almost everyday (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perhaps God heard my plight&lt;/span&gt;). I wish it'll rain in the mornings instead. Can't go biking at Kiara or the local dualtracks. Wish the weather would be cloudy and skies as blue as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today my mom invited me to go swim at &lt;a href="http://golfscorecard.ws/club/1113/"&gt;The Club&lt;/a&gt; at Bandar Utama, but I said I wanted to go to Johnny's bike shop to change the chain of my new bike. Oh yea, did I tell you I got a new bike? It's not exactly new, it's my dad's &lt;a href="http://www.mtbr.com/cat/bikes/bike-hardtail/gt/1999-backwoods/PRD_350037_96crx.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;GT Backwoods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's slightly older than my own bike, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Giant XtC Team&lt;/span&gt;. And this GT Backwoods is older AND better than my bike. Like all good GT frames, it incorporates the Triple Triangle technology making it look good. Also it has full XT groupset/derailleurs and also &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;XT Hollowtech II&lt;/span&gt; cranks. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mavic&lt;/span&gt; wheels with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Panaracer&lt;/span&gt; tires and LX hubs, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Titec Hell-Bent XC&lt;/span&gt; handle, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avid Rim Wrangler&lt;/span&gt; V-Brakes and a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RockShox SID XC&lt;/span&gt; fork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't be happier. My dad doesn't use the bike anymore because he's busy at work overseas and rarely comes home, maybe once every 1-2 months. He's rather active on it years ago, but now he prefers to ride my mom's &lt;a href="http://www.santacruzbicycles.com/superlight/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Santa Cruz Superlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. perhaps because it has hydraulic brakes, dual-suspension and a really light frame (hence the name). I'm happy with hardtails because even dirtjump bikes are hardtails, and hardtails are always good for XC. The chain was rusty though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to Johnny's store at about 4pm with Irfan, who's just shifted to a house just a street away from mine (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yay!&lt;/span&gt;). Went there and hanged around and this female roadie came along after some Gombak cycling. I had to wait until Ah Keong the mechanic arrives back to the shop, and wait longer because he's working on Ustaz Suhaimi's roadbike conversion because our &lt;a href="http://tboltmd.blogspot.com/"&gt;T-Bolt MD&lt;/a&gt; group is going to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Port Dickson&lt;/span&gt;, my kampung, tonight and tomorrow to check out the roads there. If it's good, (it'll be, I'm an expert there) then we'll have an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;en masse&lt;/span&gt; event like the &lt;a href="http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/01/sg-dua-pictures.html"&gt;Sungai Dua&lt;/a&gt; one previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally it was my bike's turn and I bought a RM60 chain with missing link included. Not gonna buy those crap-ass RM15 chains because good bikes deserves good parts. Ah Keong installed it and walla - smoother rides and there goes away the fear of the old rusty chain snapping off. Then there's this white guy with a &lt;a href="http://www.carlsberg.com.my/"&gt;Carlsberg Green Labe&lt;/a&gt;l can who came along and talked to us about bikes. Then this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brader&lt;/span&gt; from SMKBU came with his Tank roadbike and we all laughed at Johnny's failed English - spelled hub as 'Hup', hydration packs as 'water bag' and jersey as 'jerses'. Damn funny I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it started raining - oh no! Pak Ajis, Aidit and Ustaz Suhaimi came along to change Aidit's tires and check out the Ustaz's bike. They gave us money to buy drinks for everyone and guess what? The Binjai restaurant owner gave us discount RM10 become RM9 because both me and Irfan wearing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nike&lt;/span&gt; shirts.. plus mine is Ronaldinho some more - Nike all the way! So guys, if you go to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Restoran Binjai&lt;/span&gt; wear Nike shirt.. and hope that the owner comes along.. if not, touch luck, suckers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain stopped at 7:30pm and we cycled back home.. what a good day. Can't wait to test the GT out at Kiara - it's been there before with my dad but not with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-4644072256414580839?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4644072256414580839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=4644072256414580839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/4644072256414580839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/4644072256414580839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-snippets-22-rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Life Snippets #22: Rain, Rain, Go Away'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-2638659663953474519</id><published>2009-02-24T22:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T20:33:52.491+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>Life Snippets #21: Facing Form 4 Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah, we're having a test now. I'm slightly nervous because I'm facing subject papers that I haven't done yet. What if there's no objective part? How to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tembak&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, 24 February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Chemistry paper is actually rather easy. I did the questions without any hesitations. A bit of counting, a bit of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guess_Who%3F"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guess Who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with some old geezers that drew some rough sketches of an atomic model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sejarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejarah (History) just got more interesting this year. I find world history more interesting ever since my dad subscribed me &lt;a href="http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;National Geographic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; some years ago, and I remember always gawking whenever &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zahi_Hawass"&gt;Zahi Hawass&lt;/a&gt; covers another article on some on-going excavation at Valley of the Kings. That's Ancient Egypt for you. Anyway this paper isn't too hard but there seem to be a few facts that I must have left out of my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday, 25 February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was super duper easy. Well, considering the Form 4 paper is the American equivalent of their what, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5th grade&lt;/span&gt; paper? Pfft. Question formats like usual, with a new twist. Some advertisments that we have to 'decipher' it's meaning, and we have a new subjective part too. All you gotta do is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;copy and paste&lt;/span&gt; the answers from the text paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mathematics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read my &lt;a href="http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-snippets-1-exams-are-over.html"&gt;PMR post&lt;/a&gt;, you'll know that I loathe Maths. Alot. No matter how easy I'll still freak out over it. Anyway it wasn't that hard except that I failed to find the roots of the subjective part. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who cares?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The study of life. Not to say very hard but it was certainly mind-racking. My brain's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Search&lt;/span&gt; function failed to retrieve much information regarding the questions asked. Left a question blank on the subjective part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday, 26 February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Additional Mathematics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, first there's Maths, now there is an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Add. Maths&lt;/span&gt; too?! Cray-zee. All the questions are on a single sheet of A4 paper yet almost every single Form 4 kid including the Mataharians are probably constipating while doing quadratic equations. Ain't seen nothing till it's vector calculus! It was hard, nevertheless. Many people left a few questions blank or did it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyway&lt;/span&gt; eventhough they knew they were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bahasa Melayu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's easy. Not sure if I met the criteria for finding the correct &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Isi Tersirat'&lt;/span&gt; but ah I had alot of fun doing the '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bina ayat&lt;/span&gt;' part. Super duper easy, and it reminds me of when I was Standard 3 or so where these kinds of questions were aplenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly rocket science, but it was enough to make me go dizzy and hallucinate. After racking my brain due to being stumped on a subjective question, I started seeing tiny, bright, white balls float around my desk and paper like it's the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brownian_motion"&gt;Brownian Motion&lt;/a&gt;. It's motion, not movement. We've been fooled, kids. Seriously, I've never been this mental before. Although I've preferred this to happen in Add. Maths instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, 27 February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bahasa Cina (Chinese)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't take this paper, so all I can tell you about it is I played and talked to people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pendidikan Islam (Islamic Studies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't really that hard, quite some of the questions are repeated variations of the last. Although the facts had to be right, I've been using my almost dead brain &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Search&lt;/span&gt; function. Oh boy, the exams are over after this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-2638659663953474519?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2638659663953474519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=2638659663953474519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/2638659663953474519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/2638659663953474519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-snippets-21-facing-form-4-test.html' title='Life Snippets #21: Facing Form 4 Test'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-9115094667809468505</id><published>2009-02-17T19:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:19:33.911+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>Life Snippets #20: Hot Weather, Not Green Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Urgh, the weather has been unpleasantly hot this whole year. Fxck you to anyone that is contributing to global warming. Please be more green.. think about it. Think about your offspring - they'll think their parents and grandparents and ancestors are suck big time just because a small mistake each person does to the environment. Don't you feel sorry? Weather's been hot, hot, hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SZqpwvCp-gI/AAAAAAAAAfM/99e-vHIgVlc/s1600-h/ThinkGreenIcon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 106px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SZqpwvCp-gI/AAAAAAAAAfM/99e-vHIgVlc/s200/ThinkGreenIcon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303738165908601346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our school had the spring-cleaning day on Valentine's Day. Love isn't really in the air, I smell lots of sweat instead. The teachers are forever instructing students to hop into a drain (or lower a friend inside) and pick up a leaf. Then there's this gang of Malay guys that walk around and playing around with student's bicycles and motorbikes, like trying to pick them up together and chanting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kutip! Kutip!" &lt;/span&gt;(Pick it up!). Speaking about Valentine's Day, I think it is total bullshit. You don't have to give someone extra love and attention just on Valentine's Day. Shouldn't those days be every day? Back to cleaning the drains. Alot of our school students are a bunch of pussies who can't step in a clean, dry drain only belittered by leaves and the occasional ice-cream wrapper. Didn't you guys ever know those poor Indians in Delhi have to SWIM in glob to clean up their city?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SZquI7PFgNI/AAAAAAAAAfc/THUk-wnYhi8/s1600-h/Beldar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SZquI7PFgNI/AAAAAAAAAfc/THUk-wnYhi8/s200/Beldar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303742979545333970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whoops - back on being green. Singapore has been fortunate to have been rather green and clean on their small patch of land. I was there only last week and no matter how bright the sun is, the weather can't get hotter - it's rather cool. I'd say the temperature outside is about 25 or 26 celcius - better than the daily Malaysian average outdoor temperature of 31 celcius. Oh yeah, Singapore. Didn't remember to blog about it, so I'll tell you what I did - shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a &lt;a href="http://www.vgblogger.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/21/Wii%20Zapper.jpg"&gt;Wii Zapper + Link's Crossbow Training&lt;/a&gt; for Nintendo Wii, a Thrustmaster Universal Challenge (a steering wheel compatible with all consoles) for my PS3, a Sony 4GB Memory Stick Pro Duo for my PSP, and a Rainbow Six Vegas for my PS3. Spend quite some money there. The leftover of the money I converted back to RM and spent it on a Venzo Grey full-finger cycling gloves, and a pair of Ritchey WCS bar ends. Thinking of buying some &lt;a href="http://www.powerbar.com/"&gt;PowerGel&lt;/a&gt; as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SZqpw6ABcJI/AAAAAAAAAfU/mJ7xbxRDWZA/s1600-h/thrustmasterunichal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SZqpw6ABcJI/AAAAAAAAAfU/mJ7xbxRDWZA/s200/thrustmasterunichal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303738168850346130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-9115094667809468505?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/9115094667809468505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=9115094667809468505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/9115094667809468505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/9115094667809468505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-snippets-20-hot-weather-not-green.html' title='Life Snippets #20: Hot Weather, Not Green Enough'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SZqpwvCp-gI/AAAAAAAAAfM/99e-vHIgVlc/s72-c/ThinkGreenIcon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-7327858512817086917</id><published>2009-02-10T00:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:30:23.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PS3 Games Review'/><title type='text'>PS3 Games Review #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Suddenly I have a strong urge to review my PS3 games. Please not that the reviews are non-biased and I only review something that I OWN or tested vigorously.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost: Via Domus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this game purely because I was a die-hard &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt; junkie. It is well produced for a Lost fan; the art direction is superb, just like the way &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naughty Dog&lt;/span&gt; did with their game &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uncharted: Drake's Fortune&lt;/span&gt;. You play as Elliot Maslow, a photographer, and you're also a survivor of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oceanic Flight 815&lt;/span&gt; crash halfway from Sydney to LA. The game is pretty much linear - you'll hardly get 'lost', and even if you do, you can always restart your path. They even tell you if you're going off track. Throughout the game, you'll have to solve alot of puzzles &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Hint: Fuses &amp;amp; Voltages)&lt;/span&gt;, string back your memory pieces through cool flashbacks, and also interact with other survivors such as Kate, Jack, Sawyer, Jin, Hurley, Sayid, and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about this games are references to the TV series - like the Dharma Volkswagen van, you'll find it in the Dark Territory. Also, you might remember the Monster - the black smoke that moves around making loud machine-like noises, the Monster that killed Mr. Eko. You'll be having a few run-ins with the Monster, you can hide in banyan trees until the Monster is gone or you can go crazy and run through the forest. Another thing are the Others - yes, the other people that live on the island. If you watched the series you'll remember Ben Linus and Juliet Burke, two important Others. You can even explore the Hydra station, but how you'll get there I won't tell for it's a spoiler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Verdict&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7.0/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Theft Auto IV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a fan of the GTA franchise, I naturally bought a PS3 just for this game - and never regretted so. Anyway you play as Niko Bellic, a war veteran from Eastern Europe - migrating to Liberty City to escape his cruel past, and to pursue the man who framed him. I liked the storyline of the game - a poor man's struggle to bring justice to his dark past, illegally of course, with guns DUH. It ain't fun if the whole game is about going to court and rounding up several suspects for testimony. That is like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; Nintendo DS (Ace Attorney!). Niko was greeted by his cousin Roman, and was soon dragged into the crime underworld thanks to Roman who owed loan sharks and mobsters alot of money due to gambling it off. In this game Niko makes many useful allies and also enemies - also at certain parts you get to choose to let your victim die or let him go loose. The game environment is closely and 99% accurate to New York City, up to the derelict tenements of Bohan (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bronx&lt;/span&gt;), the lush greenery of Middle Park (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Central Park&lt;/span&gt;), and many others. You know what - just play the game, you'll know why everyone is giving it the 10/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Verdict:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Hero: World Tour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This game incorporates the use of drum sets as well, just like in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rock Band 2&lt;/span&gt;, but I couldn't afford the full band set nor do I have anyone to play it with, so I only own the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Solo Guitar set&lt;/span&gt;. This game rocks to the max. It's better than any Guitar Hero I've ever played. A large number of the tracks in the game are my personal faves - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paramore's Misery Business, Linkin Park's What I've Done, Bon Jovi's Livin' on a Prayer, Lost Prophet's Standing on the Rooftops, Michael Jackson's Beat It, The Eagle's Hotel California,&lt;/span&gt; and many more. This game (and guitar) is well worth the RM340 I bought it for at launch. This game also helps you get together with friends. Whenever I have a few friends come over to my house it's almost always to rock out on my GH:WT. So keep rockin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Verdict:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9.1/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This game was heavily commercialized before it's launching in South-East Asia, so I was rather anticipating for the release. So I finally got the game (read my last post) and it's really nothing to go "wow" for. The game is not half bad - it's pretty decent. I like their art direction, and the concept of the game, the use of biochemistry and human DNA alteration to boost our physical capabilities, and such. The sad part is the gameplay is too linear and predictable - if you've played other shooter games that is. One thing that makes it relevant is that if you've ever watched any WW2 movies such as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flags of Our Fathers, Battle of Iwo Jima&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pearl Harbor&lt;/span&gt;, you'll find the way the Mantel troopers talk pretty much like the US Army. Loads of over-exaggeration, extreme sarcasm, and profanity - not that it bothered me, I liked it! The game setting is in near future in which Mantel troopers were hired to fight of the South American guerilla gang called the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Promise Hand&lt;/span&gt;. What happens next is a spoiler: You'll be joining the Promise Hand once they explain to you their reason to fight. So - you'll be more interested in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Call of Duty&lt;/span&gt; than this one. OH yeah - please note that this game lacks HD 1080i output support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Verdict:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6.8/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uncharted: Drake's Fortune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've played Tomb Raider you'll find this game similar in style but with a much deeper storyline. You play as Nathan Drake, who claims that he is a descendant of the late English seafarer, explorer and voyager by the name or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sir Francis Drake&lt;/span&gt; (He's a real person!). A rather nosy but cute journalist, Elena, will tag along at the deed that her production company helped fund the trip to uncover the supposed treasure described by Sir Francis Drake in his past notes. But an evil and merciless treasure connosieur is set to race Nathan to find the treasure, which is a large golden idol. The evil guy hires an Indonesian man, Eddy Raja and his other Indon workers as mercenaries to help ward off the good guys (us). Funny thing is there are scenes where they talk Indonesian and it's totally broken - out of slang! Apparently the voicings are done by people who probably directly translated it from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Babelfish&lt;/span&gt; or something. Anyway long story cut short this game is absolutely sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Verdict:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9.5/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rainbow Six Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rainbow Six are a team of elite SWAT-like tactical combat team, and you are the leader of it. You are to stop this merciless Mexican guy from taking over USA with their nacho stall workers. You start at a town near the American boarder where the gang influence is high. Your search for him brings you to Las Vegas, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sin City&lt;/span&gt;, hence the name of the game. Can't say too much yet - still rather new into the game, but so far things are working out a-OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Verdict:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;8.3/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Midnight Club: Los Angeles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I do not know much of this game, only my brother plays it, using the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thrustmaster&lt;/span&gt; steering wheel and foot controls I bought for him. I intend to start playing this soon, but I've played too much street racing games already. But many a time I watched him play, so here's a based-on-looks verdict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Verdict: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;8.5/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-7327858512817086917?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7327858512817086917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=7327858512817086917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/7327858512817086917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/7327858512817086917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/02/ps3-games-review-1.html' title='PS3 Games Review #1'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-2602377661161340268</id><published>2009-02-05T22:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:28:01.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>Life Snippets #18: Poslaju</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Guess what.. I made my first online purchase! Well it isn't actually that online, you might be thinking I used a PayPal account on &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/"&gt;Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt; to buy some gardening equipment. All that happened is that I was browsing at the &lt;a href="http://forum.lowyat.net/Games"&gt;Garage Sale's Games&lt;/a&gt; corner in &lt;a href="http://forum.lowyat.net/"&gt;LowYat.Net forums&lt;/a&gt;, and this guy was selling tons of used PS3 games at low prices. I can't afford to buy NEW original games anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;I immediately had him to hold on to the game '&lt;a href="http://www.hazegame.com/"&gt;Haze&lt;/a&gt;', the item I wanted to buy. He was selling it for RM70 including Poslaju. All I had to do is just bank in RM70 into his Maybank account, give him my address and telephone number, and the next day (today) the item arrived at 11:00 a.m. while I was still in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SYsAxkYpk1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/eNoz-J3it1E/s1600-h/PC300008edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SYsAxkYpk1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/eNoz-J3it1E/s200/PC300008edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299330238112174930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poslaju Package&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SYsAx4XodWI/AAAAAAAAAec/rQGB__jAinc/s1600-h/PC300011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SYsAx4XodWI/AAAAAAAAAec/rQGB__jAinc/s200/PC300011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299330243476616546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;*shines*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SYsAyG9Y8yI/AAAAAAAAAek/FzPPXExPa0c/s1600-h/PC300013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SYsAyG9Y8yI/AAAAAAAAAek/FzPPXExPa0c/s200/PC300013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299330247393080098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Contents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SYsAyIm--aI/AAAAAAAAAes/Eoizb4DkCAM/s1600-h/HazeSS1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SYsAyIm--aI/AAAAAAAAAes/Eoizb4DkCAM/s200/HazeSS1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299330247835974050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;In-game screenshot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-2602377661161340268?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2602377661161340268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=2602377661161340268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/2602377661161340268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/2602377661161340268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-snippets-18-poslaju.html' title='Life Snippets #18: Poslaju'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SYsAxkYpk1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/eNoz-J3it1E/s72-c/PC300008edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-3669944492107432724</id><published>2009-02-03T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:46:43.229+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Question'/><title type='text'>Hundred Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No I haven't been tagged nor do I intend to be, but I'm going to do this for fun anyway - good way to pass time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;1) Are you in a relationship with somebody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isn't everyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you hate more than 3 people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) How many houses have you lived in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5, turning 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Favorite candy bar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Milo Chocolate Bars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Favorite shoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Any shoes that I have bought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Have you ever tripped someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Many times, and usually on purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Least favorite school subject?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Additional Mathematics and Physics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Do you own a Britney Spears CD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, but I have Kelly Clarkson, The Police..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Have you ever thrown up in public?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nope! Throwing up should be kept discreet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Name one thing that is always on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thoughts. Okay - whatever I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Favorite genre of music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All genres except black metal &amp;amp; grindcore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) What is your zodiac sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scorpio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) What time were you born?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Early in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Do you like beer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Ever made a prank phone call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, and I was trying to be a confused Pizza Hut delivery boy asking for directions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) What is the most embarrassing CD you own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why should I be embarassed about a CD that I own? I am proud of what I listen to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Are you sarcastic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't you think Paris Hilton is too anorexic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) What are your favorite colors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black, Graphite, Azure, Burnt Sienna, Khaki, Mint Green, and White.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) How many watches do you own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6 wristwatches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Summer or winter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Summer because I'm used to it, and Spring, may the flowers blossom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Favorite color to wear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black/white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Pepsi or Sprite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mineral water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) What color is your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Where is your second home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inside my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;27) Have you ever slapped someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Have you ever had a cavity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, and so do you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) How many lamps are in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Three lamps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) How many video games do you own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me? More than you, obviously. I'm a total gaming geek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) What was your first pet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some lame-ass turtles that did nothing but shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Ever had braces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, and did I tell you I was a trendsetter on it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Do looks matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More or less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Do you use chap stick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Occasionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Name 3 teachers from High School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They're stalking our blogs, dumbass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) American Eagle or Abercombie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Volcom Stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) Are you too forgiving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) How many children do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How about none to fund my geekiness, or two to keep the tree growing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) Do you own something from Hot Topic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Had one of their rubber wristbands once, but lost them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) Favorite breakfast meal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Great American Breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) Do you own a gun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A single-barrel Nerf gun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) Ever thought you were in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you being nosy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) What did you do 3 nights ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eating some fishes I had reeled in earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) Olive Garden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raju's Corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) Have you ever called your teacher mommy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) Have you ever been in a castle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) Nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fiq Fiq, Ah Geek, Feek, whatever that rhymes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) Do you know anyone named Bertha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In an Indonesian serialized drama on TV, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) Ever been to Kentucky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fried Chicken? Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51) Do you own something from Banana Republic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No because I don't monkey around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52) Are you thinking about somebody right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, it was about who the hell that made up these hundred questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53) Have you ever called someone Boo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, but I had screamed Boo at them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55) Do you own a diamond ring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why on earth would I need a friggin' diamond ring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56) Are you happy with your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More or less, more to the yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57) Do you dye your hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58) Does anyone like you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59) What year were you born?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1993&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60) What were you doing in May of 1994?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Probably playing with a Mickey Mouse plushie in a wooden babycot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61) Do you own a Backstreet Boys CD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are they even legal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62) McDonalds or Wendys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TGIF, Chili's and Tony Roma's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63) Do you like yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mm, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64) Are you closer to your mother or father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Does it matter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65) Favorite physical feature of the preferred sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Awesome hairstyle, alluring eyes, whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66) Are you afraid of the dark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Depends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67) Have you ever eaten paste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toothpaste, yeah. Used to eat those Pokemon gel toothpaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68) Do you own a webcam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Duh, and so do you, and yours is on. *stares at you*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69) Have you ever stripped?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, and I took a shower after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70) Ever broke a bone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A chicken bone, almost decomposed. Cycled over it and comes the crunching noise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72) Do you chat on AIM often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If there are anyone worth talking to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73) Pringles or Lays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frito Lay's Original.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74) Have you ever broken someone's heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75) Rugrats or Doug?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey Arnold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76) Full House or The Brady Bunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Wife and Kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77) Did you like your high school guidance counselor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's okay I guess, but she seems to be reading what she speaks off Wikipedia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78) Has anyone ever called you fat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, and I don't see a reason to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79) Do you have a birth mark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80) Do you own a car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I own about 500 Hot Wheels die cast cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81) Can you cook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82) 3 things that annoy you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. People who say 'I love Obama' without knowing anything about Obama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. People who like to FFK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. Whatever that annoys me, dammit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83) Do you text message often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84) Money or love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No money no honey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85) Do you have any scars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Plenty to show off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86) What do you want more than anything right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Go into a cool international boarding school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87) Do you enjoy scary movies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I enjoy all types of movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88) Relationships or one night stands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Single's Night Out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89) Big Red or Juicy Fruit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Florida's Natural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90) Do you enjoy greasy food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91) Have you seen all the Rocky movies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, but I like Bill Conti's score for Rocky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92) Do you own a box of crayons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boxes of crayons - Crayola, Faber-Castell, you name it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94) Who was the last person that said they loved you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An actor in a movie. Well, she was looking directly at me - I mean, the camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95) Who was the last person that made you mad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My lil' brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96) Who was the last person that made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know who you are..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97) Who was the last person that made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Su Wee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98) Who was the last person that you fell for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I fell for a person named Joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99) Who was the last person that instant messaged you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, I got three simultaneous IM's, and they were from Ebony Lee, Myra Hanes, and Irfan Rosli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100) Who was the last person that called you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hazim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-3669944492107432724?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3669944492107432724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=3669944492107432724' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/3669944492107432724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/3669944492107432724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/02/hundred-questions.html' title='Hundred Questions'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-5581892093766108678</id><published>2009-01-30T23:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:33:28.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>Life Snippets #17: Angpaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hope you guys haven't forgotten that 20% of your ang pao goes into the fund that enables me to buy more PS3 games and Blu-Ray movies. It's the Asian time of giving.. as you are probably still in high school Uncle Afiq thinks that we should implement the habit of giving right now.. let's start by giving some $ to me. Deal? Deal. Agreed. You read this already, so it's a deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pekanawah.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/duit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 173px;" src="http://pekanawah.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/duit1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay time wasted officially. Anyway today Irfan, Zafri and me went to explore some 'backyard' trails. Well actually they're those tiny dirt paths that the foreign labourers make as they rush to the construction site where they work. From Mutiara Damansara, beside the construction site where my new house is currently being built, is a small road that eventually cuts off to a dirty, muddy trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went along it, and the right fork took us to Damansara Perdana, near the small Pondok Polis. Shortcut! The left fork took us to an area near the electric power lines tower. Many sandpiles, good for dirtbikes. But unfortunately for us, it's been raining alot lately so all of our tyres get moshed into the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before reaching D-P on the right trail, you can opt to detour. There are two tiny rivers to cross. Both the rivers stank and is glossy over oil spillage. Even the twigs that fell into the small stream got contaminated and is now covered in orange moss, making it look like fish fingers. The first crossing are two wooden poles, each pole being the width of an average thick mountain bike tyre. The second bridge is a concrete pillar, thank god. The end of this particular path is a wooden ladder laid across a 2-metre wide, 5-metre deep storm drain. We turned back to the main path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before hitting the tar road up the hill that takes us to D-P, to our left is a river. Quite big. And the upstream part is completely covered with white bubbles, giving it the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jacuzzi/bubble bath&lt;/span&gt; impression. Actually its those shit that dirty people sooo like to throw in drains, look what's happened. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn you litterers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To our right is a mudtrack. We thought that it was a quicksand or something, but I went ahead anyway. It's just cracked industrial mud. But like all muds and puddles in this area, it's pretty deep. My thick &lt;a href="http://www.vueltausa.com/"&gt;VueltaUSA&lt;/a&gt; tyres left a two-inch fission on the mud. Then there was mud banks and a large hill full of red sand. Blergh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to D-P, got a drink then went back using a new route. It's a small road which has apparently been used by lorries at some time, due to two different paths running alongside each other with a grass patch in the middle. It looks like the dual slalom course at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sea Otter Classic&lt;/span&gt; in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.leelikesbikes.com/wp-content/051407rossrudyturn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 247px;" src="http://www.leelikesbikes.com/wp-content/051407rossrudyturn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We took a left fork and exited at those unsightly Pelangi government housing flats. Then we went back to Mutiara through another hole in the fence in the Pelangi flats area. It's a singletrack path that we frequently use. It got us back to the Zone B guardhouse in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture sources: &lt;a href="http://pekanawah.wordpress.com/2008/03/04/hati2-umno-tabur-duit/"&gt;Pekanawah, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.leelikesbikes.com/msc-1-chalk-creek-stampede.html"&gt;Lee Likes Bikes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-5581892093766108678?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5581892093766108678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=5581892093766108678' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/5581892093766108678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/5581892093766108678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-snippets-17-angpaos.html' title='Life Snippets #17: Angpaos'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-4068744789154637301</id><published>2009-01-26T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T01:21:45.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>Question: What are the coolest stuff you've ever found?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As the question implies, I wanna ask you guys what are the coolest stuff you've ever found lying around, be it on the sidewalk, inside your lunchbox, in your neighbour's garbage can, anywhere. Here's a list of the stuff I've found (and so far remembered). The items doesn't have to be something that you took for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Mario Pinball Land'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GameBoy Advance cartridge&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Taken]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;- Found in a safe in a hotel at Langkawi Island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HotWheels&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enzo Ferrari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Taken]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;- Found on a slide at my old apartment's playground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Srixon Golf Clubs with Bag&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Left]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;- My neighbor's trash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;4)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Proton Waja sports front bumper&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Left]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;- Parking lot in front of BU3 bike store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The items that I had taken should be something of my interest.. the ones I left might be something of my interest, but is deemed useless, like the Proton Waja sports front bumper. What'd I need that for? The golf set looks fine, but I don't play golf. The bag looks really tatty though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;So you, tell me what you've found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-4068744789154637301?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4068744789154637301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=4068744789154637301' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/4068744789154637301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/4068744789154637301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/01/question-what-are-coolest-stuff-youve.html' title='Question: What are the coolest stuff you&apos;ve ever found?'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-3393358070350418796</id><published>2009-01-25T18:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:22:36.326+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>Life Snippets #16: CNY Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's been a rather bleak start of the year for me, or some might say, a rude awakening. I found my brain struggling to compress all the information that the teachers are pouring in. No ZIP files to replace your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;saliva-laced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; mouth, teacher?&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyways, I'd like to wish a very happy and prosperous Chinese New Year to all that celebrate it. Don't forget to send me a cheque after collecting your moolah from your aunts and uncles. All donations would go to the purchase of a PS3 game(s) of my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We had a giant family dinner at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marche-malaysia.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marché&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. I ate a whole Hawaiian pizza, a plate of potatoes rosti with cheese, half a medium-rare sirloin steak, and one of their giant beef sausages. Then, another part of the holidays are of course the wake-up late sessions. I'll need to catch up with the sleep I lost on school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention.. gaming. Done a couple of good trades with last week and got a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost: Via Domus&lt;/span&gt; game for the PS3. I'm telling you, &lt;a href="http://forums.lowyat.net/"&gt;Lowyat.Net forums&lt;/a&gt; are a good place to hang out and talk, and you can also buy/sell/trade your items at the Garage Sales section. There are thousands of people thronging that place trying to get the best deals like you do at the pasar malam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SXw8Gqj6d8I/AAAAAAAAAZE/ccBeNvrDKGw/s1600-h/LostViaDomus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SXw8Gqj6d8I/AAAAAAAAAZE/ccBeNvrDKGw/s320/LostViaDomus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295173347082663874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The seller of this game gave it a RM40 price tag. Second hand, of course, but the disc is 100% scratchless and so is the case. Manual not torn, looks like no one touched before. Played the game and already halfway through it. You play the game episode by episode, and it offers alot of cinematic style plots like the TV series. I received the game through meeting up with the seller who operates a small video game/BluRay movie rental and sales service called &lt;a href="http://blackmangogames.googlepages.com/"&gt;Blackmango Games&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Free advertising!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hadn't been mountain biking for days, because both me and Irfan agreed that we should take a breather from battling the massive traffic in One Utama and Taman Tun everyday just to ride a few singletrack trails in Bukit Kiara. Haven't tried the 4k loop though, many riders have recommended this to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evenings nowadays are mostly rainy. It's rather boring, but it's good too. I don't have to water my grandma's plants and flowers. They're lined up all along the side street next to our house. Then again this (the rain) prevents me from going out and cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, and enjoy a random pic below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SXw-8T1JFaI/AAAAAAAAAZM/NsYHm0KPOHE/s1600-h/setarbak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SXw-8T1JFaI/AAAAAAAAAZM/NsYHm0KPOHE/s320/setarbak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295176467717100962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-3393358070350418796?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3393358070350418796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=3393358070350418796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/3393358070350418796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/3393358070350418796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-snippets-16-cny-holidays.html' title='Life Snippets #16: CNY Holidays'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SXw8Gqj6d8I/AAAAAAAAAZE/ccBeNvrDKGw/s72-c/LostViaDomus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-908571625419653880</id><published>2009-01-09T16:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:21:14.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>Sg. Dua Pictures</title><content type='html'>I am making a separate post for the Sg. Dua mountain biking pictures because if I combine it with the &lt;a href="http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/01/mountain-biking-in-sungai-dua-pahang.html"&gt;other Sg. Dua post&lt;/a&gt;, it's gonna be flooded. The pics are all in chronological order. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcN9QpDL8I/AAAAAAAAAV4/werCDnsP7cM/s1600-h/B_GroupPic+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcN9QpDL8I/AAAAAAAAAV4/werCDnsP7cM/s320/B_GroupPic+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289211633460260802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcS8pzsIII/AAAAAAAAAXo/881cTGP_yzs/s1600-h/B_AjisPajero.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcS8pzsIII/AAAAAAAAAXo/881cTGP_yzs/s320/B_AjisPajero.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289217120594043010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;En. Ajis's Pajero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcN9itgTqI/AAAAAAAAAWA/tRiJeKXburc/s1600-h/B_RosliHilux.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcN9itgTqI/AAAAAAAAAWA/tRiJeKXburc/s320/B_RosliHilux.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289211638310784674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr. Rosli and his Toyota Hilux&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcN-O0GwmI/AAAAAAAAAWI/TKO7t7ThqvE/s1600-h/Unloading+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcN-O0GwmI/AAAAAAAAAWI/TKO7t7ThqvE/s320/Unloading+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289211650149630562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unloading bikes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcN-fGP6LI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/fqtsi1QVh1I/s1600-h/Unloading+%285%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcN-fGP6LI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/fqtsi1QVh1I/s320/Unloading+%285%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289211654520694962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;D.I.Y.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcPbx2TC0I/AAAAAAAAAWY/E7Wr0AS9rzI/s1600-h/Unloading.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcPbx2TC0I/AAAAAAAAAWY/E7Wr0AS9rzI/s320/Unloading.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289213257281899330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reattaching Daniel's front wheel.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcPb9H3-5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/i53CsUK7sjw/s1600-h/Work+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcPb9H3-5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/i53CsUK7sjw/s320/Work+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289213260308413330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New tents.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcPcbC4x4I/AAAAAAAAAWw/D3VOwecvoPM/s1600-h/Tent2%263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcPcbC4x4I/AAAAAAAAAWw/D3VOwecvoPM/s320/Tent2%263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289213268340557698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is tent 2 and 3 (and a chair)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcPcANntQI/AAAAAAAAAWo/W2dcXsV9qKo/s1600-h/Work+%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcPcANntQI/AAAAAAAAAWo/W2dcXsV9qKo/s320/Work+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289213261137818882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Night Kopitiam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcPcoqmfsI/AAAAAAAAAW4/P7KCj3-iKDA/s1600-h/Food.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcPcoqmfsI/AAAAAAAAAW4/P7KCj3-iKDA/s320/Food.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289213271996792514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kids eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcROB10LPI/AAAAAAAAAXA/svTn1SeP60M/s1600-h/Bebudak+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcROB10LPI/AAAAAAAAAXA/svTn1SeP60M/s320/Bebudak+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289215220079930610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nasrul warming up.. literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcUs6SavKI/AAAAAAAAAYY/rx9TvK6ZH4M/s1600-h/PreOffroad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcUs6SavKI/AAAAAAAAAYY/rx9TvK6ZH4M/s320/PreOffroad.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289219049163242658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me and my stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcUtNZl31I/AAAAAAAAAYg/AgGTQSRYBz0/s1600-h/PreOffroad+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcUtNZl31I/AAAAAAAAAYg/AgGTQSRYBz0/s320/PreOffroad+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289219054293606226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Irfan and his stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcRPI8slVI/AAAAAAAAAXY/_Y3ZyMwQ61A/s1600-h/UstazIkbal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcRPI8slVI/AAAAAAAAAXY/_Y3ZyMwQ61A/s320/UstazIkbal.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289215239167710546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ustaz Ikbal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcS9fpFxrI/AAAAAAAAAYA/4XPgQqNrcz0/s1600-h/PreOffroad+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcS9fpFxrI/AAAAAAAAAYA/4XPgQqNrcz0/s320/PreOffroad+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289217135045101234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ilyas pushing bike across river.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcROQx1khI/AAAAAAAAAXI/3N4sixesStc/s1600-h/GroupPic+%286%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcROQx1khI/AAAAAAAAAXI/3N4sixesStc/s320/GroupPic+%286%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289215224089776658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Jom kayuh !"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcROxRlrAI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/5McGIX1n5aY/s1600-h/MountainView.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcROxRlrAI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/5McGIX1n5aY/s320/MountainView.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289215232812887042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mountain View with Daniel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcUs4Qak9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/TtAVg3sR_jc/s1600-h/MountainView+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcUs4Qak9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/TtAVg3sR_jc/s320/MountainView+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289219048617972690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mountain View with Irfan and someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcRPeSliyI/AAAAAAAAAXg/6Cq3aHK8sAI/s1600-h/GroupPic+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcRPeSliyI/AAAAAAAAAXg/6Cq3aHK8sAI/s320/GroupPic+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289215244896668450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last checkpoint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcS81EQCFI/AAAAAAAAAXw/uwfMz4cv9-8/s1600-h/Going+Down.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcS81EQCFI/AAAAAAAAAXw/uwfMz4cv9-8/s320/Going+Down.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289217123616294994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me on the way down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcUttJUtKI/AAAAAAAAAYo/K07TFHLkdck/s1600-h/Road.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcUttJUtKI/AAAAAAAAAYo/K07TFHLkdck/s320/Road.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289219062815306914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See Ustaz Suhaimi taking pics..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcS9MJQWdI/AAAAAAAAAX4/jnD_s1ADzL4/s1600-h/Heave+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcS9MJQWdI/AAAAAAAAAX4/jnD_s1ADzL4/s320/Heave+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289217129811302866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heaving bikes across fallen trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcS9uTEAsI/AAAAAAAAAYI/S6BhLdRpsLs/s1600-h/Loading.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcS9uTEAsI/AAAAAAAAAYI/S6BhLdRpsLs/s320/Loading.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289217138979242690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just finished lashing down the bikes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-908571625419653880?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/908571625419653880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=908571625419653880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/908571625419653880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/908571625419653880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/01/sg-dua-pictures.html' title='Sg. Dua Pictures'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SWcN9QpDL8I/AAAAAAAAAV4/werCDnsP7cM/s72-c/B_GroupPic+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-3475780880250815502</id><published>2009-01-05T22:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:17:41.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>Life Snippets #15: 2009 is a School Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, if you're reading this and you're form 4, congratulations, thou art a senior now. It's been rather fast really, and I must agree with other Form 4 bloggers on this fact.. it seems like only yesterday I was in Form 1.. Once you sit in class, it's all like any other times you've had back then.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;sitting on a hard wooden chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well well.. it's been a rather good year, 2008. and to my fellow friends.. let's look forward to a bright school year ahead of us !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-3475780880250815502?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3475780880250815502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=3475780880250815502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/3475780880250815502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/3475780880250815502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-snippets-16-first-day-of-school.html' title='Life Snippets #15: 2009 is a School Year!'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-525829155585253255</id><published>2009-01-03T22:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:17:29.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mobile phone'/><title type='text'>Life Snippets #14: New Year, New Phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I haven't even stamped my name on my exercise books yet. Haven't even taken the new school shoes out of the box yet. Haven't even sewed on my nametag and badge on, but that's okay - I'll need new ones, my current ones is sooo 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This morning, I was flicking through The Star, and saw an advertisment for a newly released touchphone - I had been eyeing it for a week, but haven't voiced it out to my mom in case she will dismiss my appeal as a joke. So I showed the ad to her.. and got the phone the same night.  Here goes - it's the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;LG KP500&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; or more known as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;'LG Cookie'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. It's a touchscreen phone - you use your fine digits to operate it. There's also a stylus, for the 'businessman' look, but styluses are sooo out of date now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lge.com/download/product/K/KP500/kp500_1225945914239_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.lge.com/download/product/K/KP500/kp500_1225945914239_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Touchy-touch Revolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;! Remember how once a phone with 0.3 megapixels camera costs RM1500? That used to be a point where everyone thought it was really unaffordable. Now, a 1.3 to 2.0 megapixel camera is standard in almost all cellphones now.. if you say that your phone doesn't have a camera, you are lying. Unless you ain't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you say touchscreen phones you almost always think of iPhone, a technology icon with a cult following. iPhones are expensive enough in our region, and we don't have official iPhones in Malaysia yet, although Maxis has said it will bring iPhone to Malaysia and you could own one if you signed a year or two contract with their services.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then there was the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Samsung Omnia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, which had been released recently. It costs about RM 2,700 in Malaysia, and anything beyond RM 1,000 for a damn phone will not be considered.. why do people need a 3G phone in Malaysia? 3G phones suck ass because their cam quality is as great as a cow dung. Plus none of our phone services in Malaysia has good FPS streaming for the live 3G show - screen refresh rates can take 10-20 seconds, and your static, unmoving 'live video' is most likely comparable to a toad's wart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So enough crapping. I bought the phone at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The Hello Station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; in One Utama Old Wing. It costs RM999, although the original price is RM899, but that extra RM100 is for a 2GB MicroSD Memory Card. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Holy smokes! That's friggin' cheap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; A very well-endorsed touchphone for less than a grand! I have tried every feature that you could ever associate a touchphone with - and it comes with an accelerometer too, which is a motion sensor. It also has a 3.0 Megapixel camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The normal typing layout for the phone is the alpha-numeric layout, which is the ABC123 in a single button. Tilt the phone to the right and you get a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;QWERTY keyboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; to text on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here's a picture, isn't it sexy? And here's a video of the LG Cookie. A video says a MILLION words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/biju4Gw1aoA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/biju4Gw1aoA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-525829155585253255?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/525829155585253255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=525829155585253255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/525829155585253255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/525829155585253255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-snippets-15-new-year-new-hope-new.html' title='Life Snippets #14: New Year, New Phone'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-6673629120559308733</id><published>2009-01-02T22:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:18:10.396+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>Mountain Biking in Sg. Dua, Pahang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our local &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://tboltmd.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T-Bolt Mutiara Damansara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; (T-Bolt MD) club organized an two-day event which includes both camping and cycling. The club is named T-Bolt MD because it's composed of 90% cyclists using new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Proton T-Bolt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; mountain bikes which are sold cheap by a merchant among us. The other 10% did not use T-Bolt bikes, including me and Irfan, but you needn't a T-Bolt to join - it's all about the cycling, the fun, and the team spirit. The event is held at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sungai Dua, Pahang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, off the highway near Karak. Half the event attendants came on the second day just to cycle (due to work) and the other half including me camped overnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;*NOTE*=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/01/sg-dua-pictures.html"&gt;PICTURES CAN BE FOUND HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;30th December 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;9:10 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After performing the Isha'a prayers, I followed Irfan and En. Aidit to the Myrasa restaurant across the street to sign up for the event, which is tomorrow. All you need to do is pay RM20 for your meals and etc. Cycled back home and finished packing my stuff. Could hardly sleep out of anticipation (which was a different kind of anticipation compared to the one I felt while taking my PMR results, which was on the same day too!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;31st December 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;2:25 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I left home and cycled to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Teak 5 Furniture and Cafe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, which belonged to Irfan's father Mr. Rosli. I cycled with one hand while the other was holding a tent. I am wearing 3 bags at a time! One was my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Camelbak Rogue Hydration Pack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, one was the bag which had my clothes and other necessities inside, and the other was a hiking waistpack. Not to mention the extra bolster-shaped bag which contains the tent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;2:27 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Reached Teak 5 and went to the back where Irfan (14) , Ilyas (13) and his brother Daniel (14) were waiting for me. They had already removed their front wheels and loaded their bikes into the back of Mr. Rosli's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Toyota Hilux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, and then we dealt with my bicycle before being served late lunch which is a plate of spicy fried rice and fresh watermelon juice. Then Mr. Hassan, who is a Moroccan, came out of the cafe (we ate outside) with his two kids Adib and Omar, who were 10 and 9 respectively. His car, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Kia Rio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; is loaded to the brim with Tesco plastic bags filled with food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3:13 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We were all wondering what took the other team so long. The other team, let's call them Team B, were given the task of loading cooking utensils and coolers and other items of importance in a proper camping event into En. Ajis's powerful and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Rainforest Challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; certified &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Mitsubishi Pajero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. Irfan got tired of waiting and drove us the the mosque where they were loading the Pajero with equipment. They finished and both vehicles were driven back to Teak 5. We took some of the food in Mr. Hassan's car (the rest of them are for Mr. Hassan's refridgerator) and also chucked our bags and helmets into the Pajero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3:30 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mr. Rosli got into the driver seat of the Hilux while his son Irfan sat beside him, and Daniel, Ilyas and me got into the back seat. Meanwhile in the Pajero En. Ajis is driving while Mr. Hassan and his two kids will be passengers. We left Teak 5 and were soon cruising along the highway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;4:25 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We're on the highway and had passed a tunnel, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; at the Genting Sempah R&amp;amp;R,  and now heading towards Karak - but we went off the highway into a single-lane road into the green. We passed a small metal bridge, a cluster of messy wooden Orang Asli houses, and some good time later a collection of 4 Orang Asli houses - and this time it's a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;solid concrete structure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, and it's new too, judged by the spotless paint and shining zinc roof and air ventilator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We headed further and soon reached a dirt road connected to the main road we are on now. The dirt road slopes downhill, and only four wheel drives, motorcycles and mountain bikes could go down and back up. Both the drivers switched to a low gear and drove down the slope with a bend in the middle. We reached the bottom and was greeted by a waterfall with a large swimming area below it, in which a few Orang Asli youths which came in their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Kap Chai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; motorcycles were doing somersaults into the river. The bottom of the slope is directly into the river, with only a small beach where a few motorbikes could park. The camping/picnic area is on the other side, so En. Ajis beckoned Mr. Rosli to cross the river. En. Ajis drove his Pajero across the river to the other side, followed by the Hilux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;4:40 pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We had finished unloading some of the stuff. The adults busied themselves with the planning of what should be set up where, etc. Adib and Omar donned life jackets. 80% of the swim area is very shallow, but the other 20% close to the waterfall and cliff walls are very deep. There are two logs bordering the deep area, and you could jump off it, but it didn't keep the kids off. So En. Ajis used a strong bungee cord to mark a border.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Us four young cyclists fumbled with our bikes, putting back on the front wheels. Daniel's rear tyre dropped out and after much trying from Irfan, Daniel just dumped his bike near the Hilux until the other teams arrived. My front brake weren't in a good shape, either. So only Irfan and Ilyas got the enjoy cycling back and forth across the river. But hey - I wasn't left out, I got to use Irfans's bike and boy, was cycling across rivers fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;5:30 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We have just finished setting up three tents, and the third team - En. Aidit, Ustaz Suhaimi, and two more people which I haven't met before arrived. They came in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Proton Persona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, which is a sedan so it is left parked at the top of the slope, on the shoulder of the road. We greeted them and they dropped their load and started making a small makeshift multipurpose hall with a large canvas sheet, lots of rope and a few long bamboo poles as support. The hall would be used as a place to eat meals, perform mass prayers, and in the night, for sleeping in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Us four youngsters (let's call us the Foursome for this post) tested the waters - it was slightly cold - but nevertheless we jumped in and splashed about. We played with Adib and Omar - or specifically, splashed them and pulled them around the water by the life jackets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;En. Ajis had made a simple fishing rod out of a long stick, with a string and a hook (with a small shrimp attached to it as bait) and made Daniel try his luck at the river part lower than the swimming area. Sure, there are some fishes, but they were very nimble and either got the hide below the large rocks that littered the rivers or got further downstream - the water flowed rapidly here. Omar walked into the water wearing his red &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Crocs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and the right one accidentally came off, and flowed downstream, while the Foursome and Omar dumbly watched it go away, before someone snapped us back into attention the Foursome quickly scrambled downstream in pursuit of the runaway shoe. The rapid waters eventually got it out of sight, and we were hampered by the slippery rocks, and we closed the case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The Rest Of The Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mr. Rosli was the main cook while En. Ajis and En. Aidit did the barbeque. We ate hotdogs, French fries, lamb meat, and prawn fritters for dinner, and drank either tea, coffee, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Capri-Sonne Alaska Ice Tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. There was brief laughter as some of the crowd that had not seen, heard of tasted any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Capri-Sonne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; before tried to pronounce the brand in the most kampung-like manner ever. It was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We had Maghrib and Isha'a prayers, and then adults went to clean up and discuss some stuff while the younger people - The Foursome and the Brothers Adib and Omar - played with fire. The purpose of the fire was supposed to keep mosquitoes (hates smoke) and other animals (hate fire) at bay - but in the end it made a good toy for us. Adib kept shoving newspaper into the flames. I took a small, long branch, covered one end with newspaper and torched it. I paraded towards the waterside holding the torch, when Adib made me make another fire, so I did. Soon enough, all the newspapers had been reduced to ash and Adib battered the dying flame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;10:20 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We got a call that the lorry and the van that carried the other 12 T-Bolt bikes for the bikers tomorrow got caught in a massive traffic jam and would be arriving in about 30 mins or so. The Foursome accompanied by En. Ajis walked up the slope and along the road towards the highway to wait for the truck. It was a good 3-kilometre walk, and at night we were more tired than we were in the day so it felt long to us, but since we kept talking it helped shorten the journey somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;10:45 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We arrived at the side of the highway, the entrance to the road, where En. Aidit and another man had already been waiting in his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Proton Persona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. They got out of the car for a smoke and chatted with En. Ajis while the Foursome got into the car, turned on the AC and blasted out music from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hitz.FM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. We listen to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Flo Rida's In The Ayer, Gym Class Heroes's Cookie Jar, Katy Perry's Hot 'N Cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, and a few other songs that I didn't recognize - also a Happy New Year greeting from the deejays JJ and Rudy every now and then followed by a rock version of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Auld Lang Syne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. Then the truck and van arrived, and we all drove back to the top of the slope. The bikes were unloaded one by one, and the Foursome cycled every one of them down the slope, and pushed it slowly across the river while holding on to our pants (we didn't want to sleep wet later). The ones who got bikes with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;CatEye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; bike torch on the handles were lucky - the ones that did not had to cycle down the slippery slope in the dark - but we all made it somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;12:10 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ilyas prepared to sleep in the hall, and Irfan, Daniel and me went into our tent. I went in first - and accidentally stepped on Mr. Rosli's stomach. I didn't expect him to sleep at the tent entrance - and his sleeping bag matches the floor color, so yeah. He let out a groan while I was apologizing. He later went back to sleep, while I was shifting about the floor trying to sleep, while Daniel had managed to fall asleep, and Irfan was concentrating on racing a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Chrysler 300C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; in the game &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Midnight Club 3: DUB Edition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; on my PSP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1st January 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;5:30 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hello, a new year! We woke up early for Fajr, or in Malaysia more known as Subuh prayers, and it was still dark at 6:30 am. Me and Irfan quietly crawled back into the tent, and Irfan resumed playing the PSP while I was resting. We only played for some time and as I poked my head out of the tent entrance it was already bright - sun's out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;7:30 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We had breakfast and then we got Daniel's rear wheel reattached properly and En. Aidit fixed my front brakes. Then a few adults went into the really cold river (it's colder in the morning and night) and Irfan joined them too. Ilyas only waddled in the shallow part. The rest of us thought it was best to avoid getting wet and cold for the moment and did some work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;About 9:30 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The other group arrived, bringing with them alot of people. There was the more seasoned bikers, and also Ustaz Ikbal, as well as some other ustaz that I have not seen before. Also present were the younger kids (about Omar and Adib's age) that I knew from the mosque, they had come to swim 'n splash. Tarriq, a six-year old boy, also came with his father En. Syed Mazlan. Tarriq, who is my brother's good friend, asked me about my brother, and I replied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"He is at home playing games, he'd miss out all the fun!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;11:00 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We got our water bottles refilled, changed into proper attire and everyone pushed their owned bikes up the slope to the road above, and we all had a group photo before started cycling further up the road, ascending. Some of us were already tired even thought the real mountain biking hadn't kicked in yet - hey we're still on a tar road. Halfway across we halted to a stop - some Orang Asli people were chopping a tree at the roadside, but so far only the branches had come down, covering the road so they pulled the branches off to let us pass. We cycled onwards and entered an oil palm plantation. We trudged on past countless oil palm trees and then the path started sloping upwards at a gradient of about 20%, which wasn't much but the uphill path was long and stretching about 2 kilometres or so - it was a total workout for most of us. Many of us gave in to the ache and pushed our bikes further. The Foursome and Ustaz Ikbal were the first to reach the fourth and final checkpoint. Did I mention that Ustaz Ikbal never pushed his bike up, but rather kept on cycling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A few minutes later two cyclists arrived at the checkpoint. We had a short and laughy talk about why they showed up late. The last cyclist arrived about 10 minutes after Ustaz Ikbal and the Foursome arrived. We had a brief group photo here when the last cyclist to arrive voiced out - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"Baru sampai, dah nak turun dah ke?" (I just arrived, and now it's already time to come down?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We cycled down one by one as Ustaz Suhaimi wanted to take a photo of each participant cycling down. I went after Irfan and on the way down we saw an Orang Asli elder on a motorcycle waving us past. We turned left at the fork (right would take us back to the main road) and stopped at a small hut where we took another group photo. We headed back downhill on the main road, and boy it was great! And again, we screeched to a halt - the Orang Asli at the roadside had managed to fell a great tree down across the road and En. Aidit and En. Ajis passed everyone's bikes across the stash of branches and log.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;12:30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We headed back to the campsite - and was greeted by a giant crowd of people. Apparently about a collection of three Chinese families had got together for a picnic - so the place was abuzz with hubbub. They had also erected a large canvas hall as a shelter and eating place - tying the ropes around the nearest tree, and also, much to Mr. Rosli's dislike, on his Hilux's roll bars. The group had come in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Mitsubishi Triton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Honda CR-V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, which managed down the slope and parked beside our Hilux and Pajero - and another car, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Perodua Myvi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, was parked atop the slope. I was the first to cycle across the river - much to the Chinese group's amazement, while the rest didn't want to get their shoes wet to they parked it on the bank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3:00 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We had eaten lunch, and most of the people that came today all had to go back, so we got the T-Bolts back up the slope and loaded it into the truck. This time, we managed to fit in Danial and Ilyas's T-Bolts into the truck as well, so the Hilux will have space to carry more load. We went back down and I took off the front wheels of Irfan's and my bike, and loaded the bike into the back of the Hilux. As I was lashing and securing the bikes with rope, a few of the Chinese group came to me and asked wether I was going back - and I said no, we had much more to pack. Some of them got friendly with me. A young lady in her twenties came to me and we chatted about the campsite, and I told her some of us spent the night there, and she had a 'Are You For Real?!' look on her face. A brief pause, and I told her there was nothing really, no wild animals, no ghosts, no nothin, just a peaceful night's sleep. Then I told her about the T-Bolts, and she was amazed at the price the guy sold the bikes for. She was even more amazed when I told her that my bike, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;2002 Giant XtC Team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, had a hefty price tag. I dismissed her and got the rest of the Foursome to dismantle the tents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3:37 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All the kids are still here, splashing about. We loaded our bags, floormats, helmets, a cooler with frozen nuggets, and a large carton with water bottles. Some of the Chinese group got up and untied their creative supports on the Hilux's roll bars, and moved away their foldable tables and chairs so that our Hilux and Pajero could get through and cross the river. Once across, we were met by a group of 15 or so young adults on 10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Kap Chais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. They pushed their motorcycles out of the way and the Hilux steadily went up the slope, followed by the Pajero. En. Aidit got into his Persona with the kids and we all got into the highway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;About 4:00 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We stopped at Janda Baik for a drink. En. Aidit dropped off Mr. Hassan and they left for home. I ordered Iced Milo while the rest orded whatever they like. We also had fried rice. Then we left the restaurant and I slept for the rest of the journey, and soon we reached the mosque where offloaded the floormats, then to Ilyas and Daniel's house to drop them off, then to my house, where I unloaded my bike and bags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I went inside and told my mother about the trip, and then I went upstairs to watch my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Lost Series 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; DVD's as I didn't manage to watch Season 2 and beyond on television.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-6673629120559308733?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6673629120559308733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=6673629120559308733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/6673629120559308733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/6673629120559308733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2009/01/mountain-biking-in-sungai-dua-pahang.html' title='Mountain Biking in Sg. Dua, Pahang'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-2808460075817640121</id><published>2008-12-30T23:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:35:32.915+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>Life Snippets #13b: PMR Results OUT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SYcgs-jW7HI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/J8PTMl-uXV4/s1600-h/PMRResultDay.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SYcgs-jW7HI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/J8PTMl-uXV4/s200/PMRResultDay.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298239443702312050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So today, on the 30th December of 2008, most of us third formers in Malaysia woke up in cold sweat and had to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;frog-marched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; into the car by your dad.. and slowly walk with your head down towards the school entrance like a bunch of Mormons at a burial ceremony. Me? Nah - I ain't like that. I always keep things cool, althought I like to over-exaggerate occasionally just to get into the mood of everyone else around me HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up like a normal holiday day.. and played some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Uncharted: Drake's Fortune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; on my PlayStation3.. and then went into the &lt;a href="http://forums.asiasoftsea.net/forumdisplay.php?f=1"&gt;Asiasoft's MapleStory forum &lt;/a&gt;where a bunch of players including me who took PMR are discussing about what marks they're gonna get and what time they can get theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, at school. As I walked towards the entrance I saw a bunch of other kids that had taken their results.. you can tell easily how they did in the exams. A person who is jumping around gleefully or chattering on the phone with a happy grin (probably bragging to their friends from other schools). The one's that didn't get any A's at all would walk out with a stoned face.. and their mother would walk beside him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;with a stoned face, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ran up to the hall where emotions ran high among the 50 or so students present at that time. Some that were from the top classes were having a friendly but heated discussions or comparing their marks with each other. Some were sobbing, one was crying in her mom's shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood in front of my class counter and Pn. Nurhayati, my class teacher for two years in a row, had me sign my name first before revealing my result slip. My blur side got the better of me as I didn't notice I only managed a squiggle for a signature, thanks to teacher for pointing it out. Man, what was I doing? And then, the teacher started to fold the paper out towards me.. and it shows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Bahasa Melayu: B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  (So shameful lar, I'm a Malay also can't get an A!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Bahasa Inggeris: A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  (Dude if I ever get lower than A for English imma shoot someone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Mathemathics: A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  (Shocking! I was sweating and constipating throughout the paper! OMG!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Science: A  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(T'was easy for me, heheh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sejarah: A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  (Wow, is this even possible? I haven't gotten an A on this for 2 years!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Geografi: A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  (I know I will get A here as my geographical knowledge is 1337)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;KHB Perdagangan dan Prinsip Perakaunan: B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  (No comment..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Pendidikan Islam: B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  (Well I thought I got a C because it wasn't easy.. but yeahh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Pendidikan Islam Fardu Ain: Lulus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  (This was expected.. duh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cut the crap short and I got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 A's and 3 B's&lt;/span&gt;, and a Lulus (Pass) for my Fardu Ain. What is Fardu Ain, you ask? Well every year of the high school year we use a book which teaches us the practices of a Muslim which you must memorize and recite back to the teacher, or have to perform in under the guidance and eye of the teacher, which only applies once or twice throughout a year's study. I find this program to be extremely useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Hazim arrived and Azrai fled the scene at the sight of him. It turns out that Azrai only got 3 A's like urhh. Heheh but I got that 5 A's you talked about, you bastard! ^__^ Hazim received a spankin' 6 A's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazim followed me home to play PlayStation 3. We played some PS3 and then Irfan came along. He had come to see my PS3 as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; We were busy battling mercenaries and mutated Spaniards and Nazis which possess superhuman strength and speed in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uncharted: Drake's Fortune&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? I completed the game just now! I only had the game for three days, damn it. But tell you what - the gameplay is really immersive and the art direction as well as motion capture, not to forget the details and scenery. I don't have the heart to tell my mum that I have done playing a PlayStation 3 game which was only bought 3 days ago and costs RM150 (which is relatively cheap for a PS3 game)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I let the other two try my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Guitar Hero: World Tour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; and then my mom wanted to go to One Utama so I followed her, and so did Hazim. Went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rl's Jr&lt;/span&gt; afterwards for a munch. A huge munch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I am half-blogging and half-packing. Tomorrow, I am going on a 2-day mountain biking trip in Pahang. That post is reserved on the next one, readers, so ride on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-2808460075817640121?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2808460075817640121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=2808460075817640121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/2808460075817640121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/2808460075817640121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-snippets-14-pmr-results-out.html' title='Life Snippets #13b: PMR Results OUT!'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SYcgs-jW7HI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/J8PTMl-uXV4/s72-c/PMRResultDay.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-3584604386400514614</id><published>2008-12-30T02:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:17:02.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>Life Snippets #13a: PMR Results Tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hey fellas, I'm really sorry for not updating this long (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;just how many times can you say sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;) but my desktop computer has encountered a problem with its RAM which in turn serves me one after another BSODs, resulting in me reseating the RAM modules into the slots but problem not solved - sent it to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Pineapple Computer Store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; which made some calls to &lt;a href="http://www.acer.com.my/"&gt;Acer&lt;/a&gt; and found out my computer is still under warranty (yippee!) and they will arrange to send it back and since it is holiday season now I can't have my computer back until after New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uh yeah most of you probably won't understand what I was talking about up there anyway so here's one of the topic - PMR Results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's tomorrow. Gasp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-3584604386400514614?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3584604386400514614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=3584604386400514614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/3584604386400514614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/3584604386400514614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-snippets-13-pmr-results-tomorrow.html' title='Life Snippets #13a: PMR Results Tomorrow!'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-6622174271343051345</id><published>2008-12-14T10:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:18:24.703+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><title type='text'>Glennz's Geeky Shirts Rule The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;I hadn't had much to blog about but yesterday I came across this guy who goes by the alias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Glennz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; and he creates some wicked geeky shirts that rock. I really am too lazy to elaborate more, so I'll put up pics of my personal favourites. The full collection can be found on the &lt;a href="http://www.behance.net/Gallery/Glennz-Tee-Store-Designs/149088"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SURysMMspUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/c9J3RGgDvKg/s1600-h/Glennz_EndangeredSpecies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SURysMMspUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/c9J3RGgDvKg/s320/Glennz_EndangeredSpecies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279470766699357506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Endangered Species&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SURysfDD5VI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/pF9UE7D_CCU/s1600-h/Glennz_Evolution.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SURysfDD5VI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/pF9UE7D_CCU/s320/Glennz_Evolution.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279470771759211858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Evolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SURysuPi72I/AAAAAAAAAVo/HHE8JYxklic/s1600-h/Glennz_SecretHabit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SURysuPi72I/AAAAAAAAAVo/HHE8JYxklic/s320/Glennz_SecretHabit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279470775838109538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Secret Habits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SURyspwPLjI/AAAAAAAAAVg/bMPn-Ay3kgM/s1600-h/Glennz_RiskyEngineering.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SURyspwPLjI/AAAAAAAAAVg/bMPn-Ay3kgM/s320/Glennz_RiskyEngineering.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279470774633049650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Risky Engineering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SURysgoVTuI/AAAAAAAAAVY/hQjMfOYLmT0/s1600-h/Glennz_ModernPirates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SURysgoVTuI/AAAAAAAAAVY/hQjMfOYLmT0/s320/Glennz_ModernPirates.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279470772183977698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Modern Pirate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geeky T-Shirt by Glennz - &lt;a href="http://www.behance.net/Gallery/Glennz-Tee-Store-Designs/149088"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-6622174271343051345?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6622174271343051345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=6622174271343051345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/6622174271343051345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/6622174271343051345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2008/12/glenzz-geeky-shirts-rule-world.html' title='Glennz&apos;s Geeky Shirts Rule The World'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SURysMMspUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/c9J3RGgDvKg/s72-c/Glennz_EndangeredSpecies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-876630968712508223</id><published>2008-11-28T22:49:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:18:44.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>Life Snippets #12: Sawasdee Krabi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;So sorry that I wasn't around for the last one week or so. I had been on vacation with my family to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Krabi, Thailand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;. Krabi is a province in Southern Thailand (nowhere close to Yala or Pattani) and it is famous for it's beaches and giant limestone formation and mountains. Also, if you didn't know, it's not very far from Phuket, a more popular tourist destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-Journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I packed my clothes into my bag, and apart from that, didn't bring much else other than my PSP, iPod Nano, handphone and their respective chargers. Uh.. that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early. After getting ready, had some breakfast and a black Mercedes airport limo arrived to send us to the LCCT, a subdivision of KLIA that only serves budget airlines, namely Air Asia. Reached there and had some Coffee Bean. They have free WiFi in the terminus and I left a comment on my mate's &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/"&gt;Friendster&lt;/a&gt; using my PSP. Nice. Some minutes later I had checked in my luggage, scanned my passport, scanned my hand luggage, walk through the metal detector, and sat down at the waiting area. Everyone boarded the plane and scrambled for seats, for Air Asia believes in free seating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAfwIWBqJI/AAAAAAAAARM/6ZMuCrQBv8A/s1600-h/IMG_4015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAfwIWBqJI/AAAAAAAAARM/6ZMuCrQBv8A/s320/IMG_4015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273750075384899730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;This is my brother playing Midnight Club 3: DUB Edition on his PSP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAfxL7EdCI/AAAAAAAAARk/rVQvcKpiiys/s1600-h/IMG_4053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAfxL7EdCI/AAAAAAAAARk/rVQvcKpiiys/s320/IMG_4053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273750093525447714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Look at the hubbub as everyone can't wait to be the first off the plane.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAfw9wUZWI/AAAAAAAAARc/5HSXx4D1o0E/s1600-h/IMG_4056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAfw9wUZWI/AAAAAAAAARc/5HSXx4D1o0E/s320/IMG_4056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273750089722258786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;It is quite rare of Air Asia to provide suspended walkways, now we have to tread on the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAfxbiPBCI/AAAAAAAAARs/wo01jqlX-_k/s1600-h/IMG_4063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAfxbiPBCI/AAAAAAAAARs/wo01jqlX-_k/s320/IMG_4063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273750097716249634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The doors at the end will bring you to a horde of taxi drivers offering you his services.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAgzOOtj0I/AAAAAAAAAR0/SqspzoAM_os/s1600-h/IMG_4073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAgzOOtj0I/AAAAAAAAAR0/SqspzoAM_os/s320/IMG_4073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273751228016070466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;People here are fond of pickup trucks - I especially like that jacked-up Hilux to the right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAgzVRN84I/AAAAAAAAAR8/e2f6KFOBR58/s1600-h/IMG_4084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAgzVRN84I/AAAAAAAAAR8/e2f6KFOBR58/s320/IMG_4084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273751229905630082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;They also believe in operating 7-11's in the middle of nowhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And we have reached our destination. From Krabi Internation Airport to our hotel, &lt;a href="http://www.starwoodhotels.com/sheraton/property/overview/index.html?propertyID=1438"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sheraton Krabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it is only 15 kilometres or so and they charge you RM70 for it. Here, the taxi drivers believe in overcharging tourists. The Sheraton Krabi is situated in Ban Klong Muong, Krabi. It is a 5-star hotel and room rates are more than RM1,000 per night. I will be staying here for 3 nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAgzrL7d7I/AAAAAAAAASE/82B_3VaoS3k/s1600-h/IMG_4088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAgzrL7d7I/AAAAAAAAASE/82B_3VaoS3k/s320/IMG_4088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273751235789027250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the place where you are supposed to sit down while your parents check in into the hotel. The Front Desk Manager will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;personally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; take you to the room and show you how everything works and where everything is in the hotel compound. Kind of her, in Malaysia, they will give you the room key and leave you to find the room yourself. Also, in Thailand, ALL hotel employees will greet you by saying "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sawadikap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;". The more lowly workers such as gardeners and cleaners will bow down to you as well, to show respect. All you Malaysian hoteliers suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAg0a8HStI/AAAAAAAAASU/O6XV9WPT2n0/s1600-h/IMG_4123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAg0a8HStI/AAAAAAAAASU/O6XV9WPT2n0/s320/IMG_4123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273751248607595218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Krabi was affected by the tsunami too. They have these signboards all over the place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAhzEK0XnI/AAAAAAAAASs/665Nt8Heoqc/s1600-h/IMG_4134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAhzEK0XnI/AAAAAAAAASs/665Nt8Heoqc/s320/IMG_4134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273752324827012722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are also obsessed with their royal family. Outside our hotel entrance, a picture of a female royalty has been erected. You haven't counted how many King Bhumibol pictures we saw on roadsides, stall calendars, and even billboards. Occasionally a shop may have "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;We Love Our King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" written beneath their shop name signboard. My dad and me rented bicycles from the hotel's Fitness Centre and we cycled all the way to Thap Kaek Beach and also on another far end, Noppharat Thara Peninsula where the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Princess's Residence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, or holiday home, is located right next to a small school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAhy1M0UeI/AAAAAAAAASk/Sjw2HFdQ_bc/s1600-h/IMG_4124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAhy1M0UeI/AAAAAAAAASk/Sjw2HFdQ_bc/s320/IMG_4124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273752320808866274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;This is a modern pickup Tuk-Tuk and it also displays those ridiculous expensive rates to ride on the back of a truck like a construction workers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAhyold6KI/AAAAAAAAASc/JSLLlD1GteU/s1600-h/IMG_4125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAhyold6KI/AAAAAAAAASc/JSLLlD1GteU/s320/IMG_4125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273752317422594210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Khlong Moung Plaza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. There are restaurants, souvenir shops, massage parlours, car rental offices, tour service offices, and a painting shop where a young man paints beautiful stuff on canvas that screams Thailand when you put it up in your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAhzg-X2yI/AAAAAAAAAS8/HPUY_wDRWBw/s1600-h/IMG_4153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAhzg-X2yI/AAAAAAAAAS8/HPUY_wDRWBw/s320/IMG_4153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273752332559440674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sunset, sea, and tour boats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAhzTBDyGI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wOi-NRZjogY/s1600-h/IMG_4147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAhzTBDyGI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wOi-NRZjogY/s320/IMG_4147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273752328812611682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;This is the smaller leisure pool in Sheraton Krabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAp9ZhvMxI/AAAAAAAAAUM/6unyYn2t4zs/s1600-h/IMG_4230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAp9ZhvMxI/AAAAAAAAAUM/6unyYn2t4zs/s320/IMG_4230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273761298452001554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;My sister wetting up before entering the pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAmhc5hLFI/AAAAAAAAATM/FTLJRe-tmNI/s1600-h/IMG_4168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAmhc5hLFI/AAAAAAAAATM/FTLJRe-tmNI/s320/IMG_4168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273757519785831506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The hotel has it's own elephant too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Rara the elephant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; It enjoys playing with guests, specifically those wearing bikinis. Here Rara is caught red-handed trying to grope a possibly married woman. You can also feed it bananas, which are provided by the mahout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAmiYJcttI/AAAAAAAAATk/S0EnhcgwdT0/s1600-h/IMG_4186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAmiYJcttI/AAAAAAAAATk/S0EnhcgwdT0/s320/IMG_4186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273757535690340050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;A monitor lizard in the stream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAmiAlclEI/AAAAAAAAATc/Nmuvo8Ij5KE/s1600-h/IMG_4178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAmiAlclEI/AAAAAAAAATc/Nmuvo8Ij5KE/s320/IMG_4178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273757529365320770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Using the hotel's computers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAmhqi_plI/AAAAAAAAATU/THV9CTnp24w/s1600-h/IMG_4176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAmhqi_plI/AAAAAAAAATU/THV9CTnp24w/s320/IMG_4176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273757523449456210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I left my LOST tag in a restaurant carpark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is time to go out and eat at out. We walked about 20 m outside the hotel entrance into a bar/restaurant by the name of Palm Beach Bar, but according to the menu front it is 'Rock Devil Cafe'. We ate fish 'n chips. Later, about dinner time, we went out again to another restaurant at the Khlong Moung Plaza which has been shown earlier. The restaurant here failed to spell milkshake properly. I ordered a Strawberry Milk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Shank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. Well, that's how they spelled it anyway in the menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAmhFR4HcI/AAAAAAAAATE/FzOoAZucBbg/s1600-h/IMG_4162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAmhFR4HcI/AAAAAAAAATE/FzOoAZucBbg/s320/IMG_4162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273757513445547458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Milk Shanks, anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAp9Pz5qgI/AAAAAAAAAUE/RDq4OuC_26E/s1600-h/IMG_4224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAp9Pz5qgI/AAAAAAAAAUE/RDq4OuC_26E/s320/IMG_4224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273761295843830274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;I was light painting to pass by time waiting for the Tom Yum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After eating, we left and returned to our hotel room. We were quite surprised to see that the housekeeping also tidied up our room at night and placed orchids on our pillows. Very thoughtful of them. Certainly A++ service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAp8Da4gZI/AAAAAAAAATs/g1zyXBdG1j0/s1600-h/IMG_4190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAp8Da4gZI/AAAAAAAAATs/g1zyXBdG1j0/s320/IMG_4190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273761275337802130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Orchids on pillows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breakfast was priced at 600 Bath each or RM60. 100 Bath = RM 10, generally. Instead we had breakfast in our room, eating sandwiches and drinking this really sweet milk we bought from the store outside - it's called '&lt;a href="http://www.loxtrade.com/catalog/NONGPHO/Banner1x2_nongpho5.jpg"&gt;Nongpho Sweetened UHT Milk&lt;/a&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we went to the pool and beach, and pool and beach. And then, it was time for lunch, and again, we ate Tom Yum. Then, back to the pool and beach, and pool and beach. This time, I went on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;catching crabs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; No, not those crabs you eat - just those tiny baby crabs. I managed to catch 20 or so baby crabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAuKYi-KfI/AAAAAAAAAUU/2PlVKYu6Hm8/s1600-h/IMG_4233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAuKYi-KfI/AAAAAAAAAUU/2PlVKYu6Hm8/s320/IMG_4233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273765919573551602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Catch of the day. Note that this is not the final crab count.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;And then, it was dinner time, which is Tom Yum time. And then, blablabla, put away those orchids on the pillow, read a book, go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was like usual. Then at about noon I decided to follow my dad to walk to the nearby island, yes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;. It was low tide and you can even drive to the island if you want. The island, like most of the islands here, is a huge limestone formation with beaches and basaltic rocks around it. If you didn't know, those basaltic rocks are formed by cooled volcanic lava. The limestone, howerever, are not, and if you are Form 3 you should know what makes a limestone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAw8O68ppI/AAAAAAAAAUc/To64iwO7P7o/s1600-h/IMG_4237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAw8O68ppI/AAAAAAAAAUc/To64iwO7P7o/s320/IMG_4237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273768975006475922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The basaltic rocks. They're flat and you can fry eggs on 'em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The island's beaches have two sampan wrecks - so I dubbed the island 'Sampan Island'. Only the main frames of the sampans are left. One of the sampans, hold a treasure. Heeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAw8WdEGsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Kj5Tko7ttiA/s1600-h/IMG_4265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAw8WdEGsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Kj5Tko7ttiA/s320/IMG_4265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273768977028618946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sampan Wreck #1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAw8tEua3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/vsxHHtVUXaY/s1600-h/IMG_4268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAw8tEua3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/vsxHHtVUXaY/s320/IMG_4268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273768983100550002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;This is the treasure - a toilet bowl in a sampan wreck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;We walked across the 10m tombolo to the mainland beach and back into the compound of Sheraton Krabi. We were in time to catch an interesting activity which was to hang out with Rara the elephant. At first, you had to play football with him. This stocky white man came up and kicked the ball around and the elephant would use its trunk to throw the ball into the air and do a header or kick it. The man then kicked the ball around the Rara, trying to confuse it. Frustated, Rara stomped on the ball - deflating it completely. The 30 or so audience all laughed, including me. What fun! Then, an European lady came up to Rara. Rara, having a strong liking to ladies in bikini - chased her around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAw8xTfGwI/AAAAAAAAAU0/XgmrWqrK8Oo/s1600-h/IMG_4298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAw8xTfGwI/AAAAAAAAAU0/XgmrWqrK8Oo/s320/IMG_4298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273768984236202754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;This is the crowd admiring Rara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAw9Km7fDI/AAAAAAAAAU8/0U9JCOWfptA/s1600-h/IMG_4281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAw9Km7fDI/AAAAAAAAAU8/0U9JCOWfptA/s320/IMG_4281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273768991028640818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;This is the European lady being cornered by a certain Rara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we checked out of Sheraton Krabi to try out another hotel which is &lt;a href="http://www.sofitel.com/gb/hotel-6184-sofitel-krabi-phokeethra-golf-and-spa-resort/index.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sofitel Phokeethra Luxury Resort &amp;amp; Spa Krabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. My dad had picked up the rental car - a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Toyota Vios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;. We packed up, loaded the car and drove about 2 km along the road to Sofitel. The resort is far more luxurious and is 6-star, and room rates are about RM1,000++ and can fetch up to RM4,000 per night. Another 3 nights here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; I am sorry, but from now on there will be no pictures as the camera had spoilt. So I hope you don't mind the sudden absence of pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the guardhouse, where the guard-in-post walkie-talkied to his friend that a certain Toyota Vios would be approaching the lobby. We reached the lobby drop-off point and the guard at the lobby walkie-talkied back to the guard in Thai. We were ushered into the lobby and were made to sit on some really comfortable day-beds. They served us jasmine tea and some moist towels to wipe the face. Like in Sheraton Krabi, the Front Desk Manager, a young lady, appereared and took us to the room and gave us a tour and explanation. We are then left to tend to ourselves. We went to the pool - the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; pool was really huge and long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;! I estimate that the lenght of the pool is about half a kilometre. Part of the pool also wrapped around the south wing of the resort. The pool and two slides, a fountain mushroom like in Sunway Lagoon, lots of jacuzzi area, an island where it houses a massage hut, and two bridges which I found useful to dive from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some splashing around, we returned to our room and requested an extra bed and a babycot. Two lady housekeeping staff appeared and pushed in the extra bed and babycot. As they left, my dad tipped them and they quickly closed the door when one of the ladies had their toe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;banged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; under the door. Quietly snickering, I saw the lady hopping back to the housekeeping storeroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove about 15km towards &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Ao Nang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;, the prominent tourist town in Krabi. All the shops are lined up on either side of the road where applicable. We entered McDonalds there and ordered food. On the menu there is an item not sold in Malaysia, which is '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Samurai Pork Burger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;'. You can also have your Cheeseburger in pork, if you wanted. Meals here are about 150% the price of those in Malaysia. Say, a set meal would cost RM14. But then again, you don't pay no stupid Government Taxes in Thailand. I ordered a Big Mac (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Beef, duh, Big Macs only come in beef!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;).  My brother, he obviously ate a Happy Meal and received a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sgt._Frog"&gt;Sergeant Keroro&lt;/a&gt; toy. An American couple gave him another of the same Sergeant Keroro toy. Apparently they ate a Happy Meal because it was the cheapest set meal, which is less than RM10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We browsed around town till it was nightfall, and then we ate this seafood restaurant called '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Kruathara - After Tsunami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;' which clearly shows that this restaurant was a victim. We were greeted by a dwarf woman, and then another dwarf woman came along. Twin dwarves working in the restaurant! The seafood there is really good! I would recommend you that place. Also they have those tanks where they keep crabs, and baskets where they put live snails and clams and shellfish, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went back to Sofitel. The guard waiting at the lobby was the first Thai we saw here who could converse in Malay, albeit in a Kelantanese dialect. The reason for his Malay fluency was because he was raised in Pattani, which was close to the border at Kelantan. Basically Souther Thailanders in Pattani, Haadyai, Yala and Narathiwat also learned some Malay so they can easily get along with the people on the Malaysia side of the border.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Day 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usual stuff in the morning. We drove towards &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Krabi town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; - not to be confused with Ao Nang. Krabi is the administrative town of the province, Ao Nang is just the tourist magnet. We ate at Choke Dee restaurant - it was raining heavily and my dad was sick of driving around looking for a parking spot where you would be completely dry. In was quite full with those white people escaping the rain and gulping down some Singha beer while pondering over maps. The food was not bad, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Factory Outlet Village&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;. Usually a factory outlet would sell clothes and such at doorstopper prices, but here they sold it all at original prices, which is not quite factory outlet-ish. Instead we bought pool toys, such as a beach ball, a pair of water wings, and also for me - a one-man (or one teenage boy and one small kid) inflatable dinghy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tesco Lotus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; (as it is called here) which is up the road. I bought about 20 boxes of snacks, all of them being &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pocky"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pocky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pretz"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pretz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Dirt-cheap! Also bought 4 tubes of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lay%27s_Stax"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lays Stax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; potato crisps and 2 anime figurines (they sell these here!). It was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Bandai's Emotive Figure Collection 'Shinn Asuka'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Bandai's Petit Figure Collection 'Mu La Flaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;'. Both of them are from the anime series &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;'Mobile Suit Gundam SEED Destiny'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also ate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Dunkin' Donuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; here - they had this special flavour where even the dough is chocolate - yummy! Tastes like mocha. I did not know if Malaysia DD's have this flavour, must go and check out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we returned to the hotel. The Malay-speaking guard is there as usual, ever-friendly. Did I mention that in Sofitel they too had the night housekeeping? Here, not only they put orchids on the pillows, they also folded the duvet so you can easily slide into bed, put the slippers beside the bed, place '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;We Wish You A Good Night's Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;' card on your bed, and also a packet of SMINT mints on each bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time for us to go back to Malaysia now. We packed up, checked out and drove to Krabi International Airport where we returned our rental car and checked in our luggage.  The line at the Air Asia counter was full - many people had taken an overnight bus from Bangkok. If you are too stupid, then I can tell you that the day before there had been bomb blasts in Bangkok and the Kanchanaburi Airport in Bangkok had been closed due to protesters and the threat of another bomb blast. So people took buses to Krabi or Phuket and leave for Kuala Lumpur or wherever else for all I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went into the waiting area and we saw there are seats labelled 'For Monks Only'. The plane had been late for 30 minutes, and we quickly boarded it. We left Thailand.. and back into home country Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting thing happened while we were approaching LCCT runway in Malaysia. If you understood aviation physics, the plane will fly further south past the airport and do turn back to line up for the runway. In this case, the plane turns around right above Port Dickson - and I spotted my grandma's house! She is still there, for she returned to her house while we went to Krabi (my grandma lived with us). Soon, we lost sight of the house due to clouds and when we emerged from the heavenly whitish blindness, we are descending towards the runway in LCCT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After boarding off the plane, around a 500 people are waiting to pass the checkpoint. Malaysian Passport Holders had it easy - if you took the manual counters, all they do is just look at your face, stamp your return in your passport and you're done. If you took the Autogate, you just slip in your passport in the slot and put your right thumb at the scanner and you're done. International Passport Holders were unlucky - the lines are too long, it'd take you maybe an hour to reach the counters. You know how thorough a Customs officer must be when it comes to letting a foreigner step on your soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taxi driver had been waiting for us in a Nissan Serena. As we reached the street where I live, the driver told my dad "This place so familiar. I think I been here before..". Turns out he HAD been here before. He was our driver 2 years ago when we took the airport limo to KLIA to catch a flight to Brisbane, Australia. He was also our driver when we went to KLIA to catch the flight to Bandung, Indonesia! Interesting, how those taxi drivers always turn out to be the same guy. Ha-ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, concluded the end of my little story. I am dead tired right now - too much typing. I hope you enjoyed my post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-876630968712508223?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/876630968712508223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=876630968712508223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/876630968712508223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/876630968712508223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-snippets-12-sawasdee-krabi.html' title='Life Snippets #12: Sawasdee Krabi!'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/STAfwIWBqJI/AAAAAAAAARM/6ZMuCrQBv8A/s72-c/IMG_4015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-5674188999775836625</id><published>2008-11-19T21:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:19:23.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>Life Snippets 11: Gaming for Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Holidays are for three things: Holidaying, games, and not studying. Usually gaming is easy for me, as I used to be preoccupied with a plethora of online games. Last year, it was MapleStory. 2 years ago, it was RuneScape. What will it be this year, World of Warcraft?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I only owned the game &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Grand Theft Auto IV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;, which is the game that forced people to buy any of the seventh generation consoles except for Wii, because frankly Wii is not HD capable. BUt then, Wii has an array of fun interactive games such as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;WiiFit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Super Pii Pii Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;. Xbox 360 sucks balls because the hardware is FUBAR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Red Ring of Death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;, LMAO. PlayStation 3 rocks in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; levels, both players and critics have rated it the perfect console.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SSQf7Kh0QWI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/OgowjsFOy-U/s1600-h/GTAIV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SSQf7Kh0QWI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/OgowjsFOy-U/s320/GTAIV.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270372565229257058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While GTA IV was fun, I was so engrossed playing it, that in less than a month I have already finished the game. My dad purchased me a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Guitar Hero: Aerosmith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; two days ago at my request, but sadly he didn't buy the bundle that came along with a wireless guitar controller. How the hell am I supposed to rock out?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SSQf6Fcf9lI/AAAAAAAAAQs/8p2xZtisVYE/s1600-h/GHAerosmith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SSQf6Fcf9lI/AAAAAAAAAQs/8p2xZtisVYE/s320/GHAerosmith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270372546684909138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SSQf7lJWzSI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Citx-fEUCfI/s1600-h/GHWorldTour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SSQf7lJWzSI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Citx-fEUCfI/s320/GHWorldTour.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270372572374420770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Gamer's Hideout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; with my dad and lil brother and I got a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Guitar Hero World Tour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;. Not the World Tour full band set with drums and all, just the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Solo Guitar Pack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; At first I wanted to buy a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Nyko Wireless Guitar Controller &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;which is RM290, but Guitar Hero: World Tour is only RM340 and it also comes with the game disc, which in turn contained alot of my favorite songs like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Paramore - Misery Business, Lynyrd Skynyrd - Sweet Home Alabama, Tokio Hotel - Monsoon, Michael Jackson - Beat It, Bon Jovi - Livin' On A Prayer, Linkin Park - What I've Done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; and many more. It proved to be one of the most fun games I've ever played in my life. Apart from Guitar Hero, my dad also also bought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Midnight Club: Los Angeles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;, but that was for my brother. Shit, now I have to share my PlayStation 3 with my bro now that he has a PS3 game of his own! Nooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SSQf7-Y7_NI/AAAAAAAAARE/L8TEmGIu3U4/s1600-h/MidnightClubLA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SSQf7-Y7_NI/AAAAAAAAARE/L8TEmGIu3U4/s320/MidnightClubLA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270372579150658770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I will now turn away from the computer and have a shreddin' guitar session in Guitar Hero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-5674188999775836625?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5674188999775836625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=5674188999775836625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/5674188999775836625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/5674188999775836625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-snippets-11-gaming-for-holidays.html' title='Life Snippets 11: Gaming for Holidays'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SSQf7Kh0QWI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/OgowjsFOy-U/s72-c/GTAIV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-899189345367169238</id><published>2008-11-15T21:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:19:46.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><title type='text'>Real-life Eye of Sauron Discovered</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Those guys fooling around with the Hubble Telescope have done it again. This time they found, for the first time ever took pictures of another star system much similar to ours. The planets there orbit a sun-star.. and there, lives our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;doppelgängers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SR7P9BfH4TI/AAAAAAAAAQU/F0Q-7oxDAVI/s1600-h/sauron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SR7P9BfH4TI/AAAAAAAAAQU/F0Q-7oxDAVI/s320/sauron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268877261348004146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It looks eerily like the Eye of Sauron which is the scariest object next to the Nazgûls in J.R.R. Tolkien's series novel Lord of The Rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SR7QSDfnb3I/AAAAAAAAAQk/ie77_sXxsPA/s1600-h/sauron2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SR7QSDfnb3I/AAAAAAAAAQk/ie77_sXxsPA/s320/sauron2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268877622664195954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The star is Formalhaut, ours is the Sun. Located 25 light years away in the constellation Piscis Australis, and I can't continue no more. The thought of my  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;doppelgängers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;is still scaring me. Imagine, if there is another blog in the galaxy which is a mirror of mine..  AISAKEEG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full article on &lt;a href="http://gizmodo.com/5086678/astronomers-take-first-ever-pics-of-other-planetary-systems"&gt;Gizmodo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-899189345367169238?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/899189345367169238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=899189345367169238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/899189345367169238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/899189345367169238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2008/11/real-life-eye-of-sauron-discovered.html' title='Real-life Eye of Sauron Discovered'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SR7P9BfH4TI/AAAAAAAAAQU/F0Q-7oxDAVI/s72-c/sauron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-6228927513920850771</id><published>2008-11-11T15:56:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:20:09.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>Life Snippets #10: Genting Highlands!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;It's gonna be a really long post. I assure you this. I will try to cover everything I can, and put pics where I have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now back from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Genting Highlands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;, a.k.a. the gambling and entertainment capital of the East (2-in-1 combo!). I had a blast there! It was so fun, every minute of fun is another minute closer to going back home. We tried to make full use of all the time available because it ain't everyday you get to have fun with friends with somewhere other than the local mall. Here's a full report that you may not find on anyone else's blog.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;DAY 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:35 a.m. I arrived at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;1 Utama Aeroline Bus Depot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;. Most of the people were there already, some have yet to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8 a.m. sharp we have all boarded and the bus left. As the bus left the car park, Daryl's mom arrived to send his son for the bus..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; too late! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Lydia was late as well. We left without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Genting Skyway cable car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; station at the bottom. We waited at the boring bus depot below the station for Daryl and Lydia to arrive on the next bus, accompanied by Pn. Chan. Do you really think we are going to leave them there?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRsKHZA4hCI/AAAAAAAAAO0/36XUnZphlyA/s1600-h/Skyway+Bus+Depot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRsKHZA4hCI/AAAAAAAAAO0/36XUnZphlyA/s320/Skyway+Bus+Depot.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267815311229879330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The Genting Skyway Bus Depot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Animal Kingdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;, it is an indoor mini-zoo where they display fishes, exotic birds, amphibians, reptiles, arachnids and even a skunk. There was a male mannequin hidden behind some cages, and we pointed it out to Lydia, who must have thought it was a naked intruder and.. she screamed so loud! Everyone was telling her, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;It's fake lah, not real.. it's fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;" to calm her down. Daniel flashed at a scorpion and it froze! We thought it was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRsIJrPEt3I/AAAAAAAAAOU/HpHlFSkJOSs/s1600-h/AnimalKingdom+%2816%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRsIJrPEt3I/AAAAAAAAAOU/HpHlFSkJOSs/s320/AnimalKingdom+%2816%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267813151457720178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;A worker cleaning the wallaby's enclosure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRsIJH3a_0I/AAAAAAAAAOM/QtFwWQ6dY4o/s1600-h/AnimalKingdom+%2820%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRsIJH3a_0I/AAAAAAAAAOM/QtFwWQ6dY4o/s320/AnimalKingdom+%2820%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267813141963276098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The chameleons are posers!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out to take the cable car. The line to board the cable cars were super long! While queing up, everyone patted Daryl's back and said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Good Job!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; for being late. It took us about 20 minutes to step into the cable car. I shared the seat with TM and Rez. We reached the peak about 8 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRsKHyTZ4-I/AAAAAAAAAPE/JdjMhn50w20/s1600-h/Waiting+For+Daryl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRsKHyTZ4-I/AAAAAAAAAPE/JdjMhn50w20/s320/Waiting+For+Daryl.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267815318018450402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Waiting for Daryl.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;We alighted from the cable car and went up five escalators to reach the First World Plaza, which houses a mall, an indoor theme park and also two lodging towers on top. We went down an escalator to reach the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;First World Hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; lobby. Here, we all deposited our luggage into a Luggage Area which is really the lobby with smooth polished marble flooring with a metal wire mesh fencing around it. Then, we went down to the ticketing booth to receive our All Park entry wristbands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRsVTTu-w2I/AAAAAAAAAQE/XGKn78ItkZA/s1600-h/First+World+Hotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRsVTTu-w2I/AAAAAAAAAQE/XGKn78ItkZA/s320/First+World+Hotel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267827610598949730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;First World Hotel (by RW Bhd.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Outdoor Theme Park had three sections: Genting Land (Childen Rides), Frontier Land (Very few rides), and the famed Magic Mountain where all the thriller rides are at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Rez and TM walked slowly towards the direction of the Magic Mountain , which is an area of higher altitude and contain the more daredeviled rides. We saw the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Pirate Train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; ride, and lined up. Each car needs two passenger, Rez went alone first followed by us. The ride sucks! Don't ride it! There is nothing but total darkness in it. The ride was like what, 10 seconds? Before we know it, the ride was over. We saw some European blonde girls lining up for the Pirate Train and felt like warning them about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;corn-in-a-cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; from a stall. Then we sat facing a waterfall, where we saw a woman feeding the koi fishes and another woman washing her hands in the water beriddled with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;stringy aquatic animal compost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; a.k.a. fish poop. We left and headed for the spinning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tea Cups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;. It was fun! I was crazily spinning the cups, feeling like we reached the zero gravity moment. Rezman's head was literally spinning, and TM helped spin the cup abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the cups, walking with shaky sea-legs. We headed for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Spinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;, which are the flying chairs. It was fun too! The sensation of flying through the air.. next stop! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;The Flying Dragon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;. It is one of the many rollercoasters found here. The ride was quite fun.. enough juice to pump up our hyperactivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went up the escalator towards the thrill peak. Me and Rez left TM so we can ride the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Grand Prix Go-Kart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;. Roughly the speed of a John Deere, the current drivers drove around the circuit. Half an hour later, it was our turn. But suddenly, it started to rain! OMG, I was so angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran in the rain towards the safety of the Indoor Theme Park, which is also a mall. Rezman visited the Diadora shop and bought a new sweater which costs RM99.90. Then everyone gathered at the lobby to receive our room keycards and stow away luggage. I shared my room with Rez. Rez didn't feel to well so he burrowed into the bed and slept. TM and me went out to buy some ice-cold choc drinks at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;, even though it was already cold enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend some time watching the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; Venetian canal gondolas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; float by.. when we noticed every single oarsmen (which were mannequins) wore Converse! We spotted mostly white Converses.. a pair of brown ones.. and a pair of the classic All-American red. Rez apparently woke up, he called us and went to find us. Unable to do so, we ended up finding him browsing in the Nike shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all headed back to my room to eat dinner. Me and Rez had some cup noodles which we brought from home, and TM ate some sloppy chee cheong fun she bought from a food court named "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mm Yum Yum Bak Kut Teh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;". We left the room to play bowling with Daniel and the rest at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Genting Bowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;. It was my bad luck day, usually by half-game I would have acquired at least 40 points, but I only scored 56 points throughout the whole game! We left them to start another game while we went to the arcade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Funtasy Video Games Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;. Me and Rez played '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Street Dunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;', spamming balls into the hoops. Then we drifted through the touges of Mount Akina in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Initial D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; arcade game. Then we rode the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Euro Express&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;, the indoor roller coaster. It was fast but wasn't very fun, it ended after a few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 6:30 a.m. so I can have a long, nice, relaxing hot shower. Then Rez did the same. TM woke up later and when she was ready, we all left for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;breakfast buffet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; at the 8th floor cafeteria. Here's to tell you. The breakfast buffet SUCKS. The food the serve to large groups are.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;worm-like bee hoon, sloppy-mushy red beans, rubbery sausages, soggy chicken ham slices, sticky nasi lemak, and putrid porridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;. If you wanted fried eggs or cereal, you have to walk a distance away to the other side. The cereal has to be eaten with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;hot milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; TM can't finish her food so I helped her with it, and you have to pay a buck for each 100g you leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRsKHgWcImI/AAAAAAAAAO8/4xQ-xMtdF7I/s1600-h/Buffeteers+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRsKHgWcImI/AAAAAAAAAO8/4xQ-xMtdF7I/s320/Buffeteers+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267815313199342178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Food For Thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRsIJxnfJwI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ERK-AqmS3Ns/s1600-h/Buffeteers+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRsIJxnfJwI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ERK-AqmS3Ns/s320/Buffeteers+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267813153170728706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Daryl and Daniel at the breakfast buffet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we straightaway went out. We were the first to enter the Outdoor Theme Park, and everyone ran towards the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Grand Prix Go-Kart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;. I had two rounds or karting, it was fun! I mean, it's a genuine motorized vehicle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRsVUFb7XeI/AAAAAAAAAQM/EfAO5GbMgtg/s1600-h/P8220661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRsVUFb7XeI/AAAAAAAAAQM/EfAO5GbMgtg/s320/P8220661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267827623940808162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rez was feeling sick, so me and TM lined up for the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; Corkscrew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;. It was the ultimate rollercoaster in the region! A bladder-bursting downhill plus two loops in a row, it was.. I can't describe it. You have to ride it yourself! After that, we went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Dinosaurland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;. There is a dino island where you can walk about and camwhore with the statues, or you can take a boat 'round the moat. We took the boat first, and upon alighting after the ride ended, we saw Daryl and Brandon. I can't believe they went on a romantic cruise instead of riding Corksrew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRsIKfaXXDI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Myp18aUcivo/s1600-h/Catch+That+Bus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRsIKfaXXDI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Myp18aUcivo/s320/Catch+That+Bus.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267813165463723058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Me posing with a London Double Decker Bus at Genting.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode the Tea Cups and Spinner again.. and then me and TM rode the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Rolling Thunder Mine Train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; twice! Next, we bought more corn-in-a-cup. We headed back to the Indoor Theme Park. We bought KFC and headed back to the room. We noticed that on the hallways, the staff laid out bedsheets on the floor and we all stomped on it. Me and TM went out again to buy Starbucks, and to get Pn. Chan a stirrer for her cuppa coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time to gather again, this time for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Snow World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;. We entered the premise and everyone grabbed a jacket, which were all sized differently to fit. Then, you have to take boots if you are not wearing sneakers, and nobody wore the boots. Then, you had to take gloves. Choosing the right sized gloves were hard, everyone was scrambling the bins. We pushed past the double doors into the snow room. Immidiately everyone started scrapping snow (shaved ice) from the floor and throwing it into anyone nearby. It was a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;crazy snowball fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;! Me, Rez, TM and others all went up to the second floor of a snow cabin to go down the slide. When you reach the bottom, you skid about 1.5 m away from the foot of the slide. Then, it was the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Cresta Run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;. You had to take ring tubes up some stairs, sit in the tube and slide down a curved downhill track. It was such a blast! It was also bumpy if you didn't sit properly. Lydia was about to go down when she slipped out of her tube and hung on to a railing for dear life. We got the tube back up.. but Lydia was still hanging on. Ken Yi tried to pull her back up but she slipped down. Finally, after some grueling moments she got back up and I pushed off her tube. Then, we continued throwing snowballs and left the place after returning the jackets and gloves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner and we went to line up for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;4D Motion Master&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; at 8:00 p.m. But the line wasn't moving at all, so we had to dump the plan and meet up everyone else in front of The Pavillion to see the live-action stage show,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; Dreamz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;. There was a magician who played balloon badminton with the audience.. a magic show where they sliced a woman's head and put in on another table.. and it still moves! Also there were four daredevils with dirtbikes, zooming in a spherical metal cage. There was also a white lion and white tiger, so cute! And they're rare! The show then ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRsRHMjnubI/AAAAAAAAAP8/X6OtTkk0meQ/s1600-h/Dreanz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRsRHMjnubI/AAAAAAAAAP8/X6OtTkk0meQ/s320/Dreanz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267823004467313074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Three Wild Stooges of Dreamz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the rest of the group went back to their rooms to play poker and gamble, we went to watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Quantum Of Solace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;. It was okay, Daniel Craig's parkouring was good, the car chase was okay, but such a waste of exotic vehicles, I'd say. Olga Kurylenko had an ugly scar at her back which looked like her father had poured acid on her when she was three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRsRG7gtYCI/AAAAAAAAAP0/SNCi-0TLa0k/s1600-h/Quantum+of+Solace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRsRG7gtYCI/AAAAAAAAAP0/SNCi-0TLa0k/s320/Quantum+of+Solace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267822999891697698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back to the room.. watched Poseidon and went to sleep. Tomorrow will be the last day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TM gave me a wake up call, and I greeted her immediately after showering. Rez was pissed that me and TM we awake and all ready while he is still in bed. We went straight to the breakfast buffet, where we ate more or less the same things we had yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;  It still sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if it wasn't enough, it was our last day! And there is nothing much left to do. Rez went back to the room to pack up, so me and TM went riding on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reindeer Cart&lt;/span&gt; to get an aerial view of the Indoor Theme Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we headed up to the arcade to play more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Street Dunk, Daytona Racing, Dance Dance Revolution, and House of The Dead 2. &lt;/span&gt;We didn't redeem our wad of tickets, instead we just kept it. It's time to gather again and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;head back home&lt;/span&gt;. We went to my room and I packed up my stuff, and everybody went down the lifts. We walked through the mall.. down the five escalators.. and into the Genting Skyway station. We shared the cable car with Pn. Chan, Pn. Sow and a random old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRsOR-GTXzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/qpNc8so0xMU/s1600-h/CC+Ride+%2811%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRsOR-GTXzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/qpNc8so0xMU/s320/CC+Ride+%2811%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267819891029925682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Goodbye, Genting Highlands.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRsOSGbHZ1I/AAAAAAAAAPc/7QMrKOYXerU/s1600-h/With+TM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRsOSGbHZ1I/AAAAAAAAAPc/7QMrKOYXerU/s320/With+TM.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267819893264705362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Me and TM in the cable car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the entire cable car ride snapping photos of the mountains and Genting Highlands, which were slowly disappearing in the horizon. We alighted from the cable cars and we were given 45 minutes before boarding the bus. We went to the pickle market to buy sour sweets and fruit drops. Nearly everyone else bought cup noodles from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seven Seven&lt;/span&gt; store (a real parody of 7-11). We dubbed the noodle snorters "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Maggi Mee Club&lt;/span&gt;" after the brand of noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRsKGxJPS4I/AAAAAAAAAOs/bz8Sv_aJPDA/s1600-h/Maggi+Club+%285%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRsKGxJPS4I/AAAAAAAAAOs/bz8Sv_aJPDA/s320/Maggi+Club+%285%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267815300527508354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Amateurs of the The Maggi Mee Club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;We boarded the bus. I sat next to TM this time. I passed around a bag of fruit drops, only to receive the empty bag in return. I passed the time in the bus reading&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Galaxie&lt;/span&gt; with TM. We got nearer and nearer to OU and everyone looked quite down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRsKIUqjvII/AAAAAAAAAPM/kss7dosxcJQ/s1600-h/Ken+Yi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRsKIUqjvII/AAAAAAAAAPM/kss7dosxcJQ/s320/Ken+Yi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267815327242370178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Ken Yi sleeping in the bus.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got down from the bus.. and sat at the benches. One by one, everyone disappeared into their parent's cars. Me and TM were the last to leave. We also went back at the same time. I reached home.. and it was so hot compared to Genting Highlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRsOSifJalI/AAAAAAAAAPk/sxM1Oc24IZs/s1600-h/OU+Bus+Depot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRsOSifJalI/AAAAAAAAAPk/sxM1Oc24IZs/s320/OU+Bus+Depot.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267819900797807186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;That's our bus parked at OU.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRsOTUFJ3VI/AAAAAAAAAPs/qPoGhTDdfQ4/s1600-h/Waiting+To+Go+Home+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRsOTUFJ3VI/AAAAAAAAAPs/qPoGhTDdfQ4/s320/Waiting+To+Go+Home+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267819914110557522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;My luggage.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that concludes the end of this post. I suppose mine is the most complete of any posts about Genting Highlands, and I hope it will rekindle those fun memories in Genting, riding go-karts, Corkscrew, and others. Thanks to TM for helping me to remember what we all did so I can complete this entry. My life is back to normal now. Monotonous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-6228927513920850771?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6228927513920850771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=6228927513920850771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/6228927513920850771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/6228927513920850771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-snippets-10-genting-highlands.html' title='Life Snippets #10: Genting Highlands!'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRsKHZA4hCI/AAAAAAAAAO0/36XUnZphlyA/s72-c/Skyway+Bus+Depot.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-8188847913211664344</id><published>2008-11-08T22:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:21:55.885+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>Life Snippets #9: Let's Go Genting!</title><content type='html'>This is part one of my entry for the school trip to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Genting Highlands&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow. If you do not know where or what is it, Genting Highlands is South-East Asia's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;number one entertainment and gambling capital&lt;/span&gt;. So good that even Singaporeans come here to gamble their&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sing dollars&lt;/span&gt; away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is located smack in the middle of Peninsula Malaysia, on Banjaran Titiwanga (Titiwangsa Range) which is also called '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Backbone of Malaya&lt;/span&gt;' because it lies in the middle of the long peninsula and its long, starting at Southern Thailand and ends near Jelebu, Negeri Sembilan, about 500km away. Enough crapping on these, school's out,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; damnit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, 10:54 P.M. (+8.00 GMT) I am half updating this blog and half packing. So far I have only packed my clothes. I am currently trying to gather my camera, PSP, cellphone charger, and toiletries to stash away in an orange, wheely, hard-molded-ABS luggage bag which I called my own. Then, I will go to sleep and pray that I do not miss the bus which would carry the teacher and the other guys alone. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please don't leave me here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I will update on Part 2 which is the whole trip in one, after I get back. The trip is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 days and 2 nights&lt;/span&gt;, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dah-doo my readers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-8188847913211664344?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8188847913211664344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=8188847913211664344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/8188847913211664344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/8188847913211664344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-snippets-9-to-mountains-we-go-pt1.html' title='Life Snippets #9: Let&apos;s Go Genting!'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-8187810097160924274</id><published>2008-11-07T14:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:21:18.853+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>Life Snippets #8: Unofficial Last Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;For most of us third formers today will be the last day of school. Actually we have two more days next week before the fifth formers or seniors take their SPM exam before leaving school for college or career. Today we had a prizegiving ceremony for the mini sports event we had yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Azrai who is in Team 4 bagged most of the prizes while my own Team 5 only won a consolation prize. All the prizes are hampers stuffed with food such as Kellogg's Corn Flakes, Pepsi, 100 Plus, choc bars and others. Azrai is smirking the whole day, looking at us losers as if we were filth. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I did the whole day was listen to my iPod and handphone, and occasionally swapping iPods with other people or lending them my iPod. The more musical guys were playing songs on the school piano such as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sara Bareilles's Love Song&lt;/span&gt;. Tan Jian was playing a very recognizable song but I had forgetten what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, my mind is racing on wether to get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Midnight Club: Los Angeles, Saints Row 2, Guitar Hero III: Aerosmith, Burnout Paradise, Uncharted: Drake's Fortune or Metal Gear Solid 4&lt;/span&gt; for my PlayStation 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-8187810097160924274?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8187810097160924274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=8187810097160924274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/8187810097160924274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/8187810097160924274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-snippets-8-unofficial-last-day-of.html' title='Life Snippets #8: Unofficial Last Day of School'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-7284369276217314422</id><published>2008-11-07T14:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:21:35.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vehicles'/><title type='text'>Hummer - Pimped Out For The Arctic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Recently spotted was this ice-cold Hummer with caterpillar tread tyres to replace the 22" spinning rims. Also, it has a sound system at the back to boot. Schweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRPfsGkVt-I/AAAAAAAAANk/przvBgeORg4/s1600-h/Hummer+Tank+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRPfsGkVt-I/AAAAAAAAANk/przvBgeORg4/s320/Hummer+Tank+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265798338096510946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Those geeks at Arctic research camps will easily get Eskimo girls with this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRPfsXf0U7I/AAAAAAAAANs/ZrrDs00xuFo/s1600-h/Hummer+Tank+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRPfsXf0U7I/AAAAAAAAANs/ZrrDs00xuFo/s320/Hummer+Tank+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265798342640948146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Too bad it ain't spinnin' or it be tha fly vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRPfsdvR3II/AAAAAAAAAN0/g3HLei0hUE4/s1600-h/Hummer+Tank+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRPfsdvR3II/AAAAAAAAAN0/g3HLei0hUE4/s320/Hummer+Tank+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265798344316411010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why there is a wheel at the back I'm not sure, but who cares, just look at the sound system. Not bad for repelling gangsta polar bears with some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Billy Joel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://jalopnik.com/5076062/tracked-hummer-at-sema-will-crush-you-take-your-gas"&gt;Full Article at Jalopnik&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-7284369276217314422?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7284369276217314422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=7284369276217314422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/7284369276217314422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/7284369276217314422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2008/11/hummer-pimped-out-for-arctic.html' title='Hummer - Pimped Out For The Arctic'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SRPfsGkVt-I/AAAAAAAAANk/przvBgeORg4/s72-c/Hummer+Tank+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-7351687683986524925</id><published>2008-11-02T03:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:22:59.664+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>Life Snippets #7: Happy Birthday To Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;So, on the 1st of November, I turn fifteen. So me and my friends went out today. Actually it was yesterday, because it's already 3:08 AM now. But it still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;feels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;like today because I haven't slept yet. And while I am still awake, I am still the birthday boy so I make my own rules, suckers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up bright and early to get a head start in GTA IV on my new PlayStation 3. I gave Hazim a wake-up call at 10:30AM so he will move his lazy ass off the bed and be the birthday boy's chaffeur to the mall. We arrived at the mall at noon, only to realise that the girls have only left their homes, despite them saying they will come earlier to pick up the booked movie tickets. I ended up getting the tickets myself. Michelle called me saying that she and Abi had arrived and we told them to wait at the Halloween event at the ground floor. Me and Hazim, having played numerous FPS/TPS and stealth games, stealthily moved between stalls, store mannequins and giant pillars and ornamental plants to ambush the girls. We were planning to scare them from behind, but when we saw that a store clerk of a Halloween store was offering the girls a dare to open a mini-toilet seat, we were stunned. I dare not open the toilet lid. You know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Toilet Bowl = Water = (Dirty) =&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; IN YOUR FACE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we left the place for the cinema. We crashed in to the snack counter. I ordered a large salted popcorn (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;I HATE CARAMEL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;) and a large coke plus a corn-in-a-cup. The rest bought either drinks or popcorn, but not both. Apparently they are all on a diet stint. We entered the the screening hall and got ourselves seated. We were a noisy bunch, apparently. We kept fussing about seat numbers. Not me. I said, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Who the hell cares? If there's a single seat left at the end, no one will sit there because no one goes to the movies alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SQy4ELQAJcI/AAAAAAAAANc/VOYq2yMHKn4/s1600-h/TheCoffin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SQy4ELQAJcI/AAAAAAAAANc/VOYq2yMHKn4/s320/TheCoffin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263784446368163266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Thai movie "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;The Coffin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;" is starting. A woman and a man joins a traditional ritual which is apparently Buddhist (the presence of a large central Buddha statue). Around the Buddha statue are hundreds of coffins.. brand new, no ghosts. All the participants are to be laid down in the coffins while holding their name cards and a bunch of flowers with a posed hand. Then the palm is tied up and the lid is closed. And the rest is boring stuff I am not interested in elaborating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job in the cinema is to give &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;witty comments and views on each scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;, just to spice the quiet audience up. Well, my group at least. They have a sense of humor and accepts and embraces sarcasm well into their lives but only I and I only have the nuts to joke around in a cinema screening a Thailand horror movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall the whole movie is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;absolut shite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; No offence, but Thai people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; at making movies. The acting was quite bad. And they are using pseudo-American English slang. The whole movie is practically in English, which kinda kills the Thailand setting. The only native language spoken here are by people you know are not capable of handling English, such as the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Cremate-O-Matic operator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; cum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;coffin stacker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; cum wizening, old, actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending was quite as predicted. Not quite a good finishing.Or should I say, terrible. No, LAME. Because I am a civilised, liberal person, I gave a weary clap towards the comatose actors on the screen. We quickly busted out of the cinema. We went to MPH Bookstore to meet up with Rezman, who came later to avoid horror movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; (You scared?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;. We entered U Parkson and I rushed to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;LEGO section.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; Sad that they still had the same stock, I went over to the board games section, which I liked too. The girls bought me Boggle, which I like as well because it testes my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; Ivy League certified grammatical brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;. We then walked about half a mile to the other side of the mall to eat pizza at Pizza Hut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate the most of the food. Enough said about food. I paid about 3/4 of the bill because I had no small change so I extorted money from my friends. Then we went back to the Halloween event to find that there were cosplayers now. There is even a Joker! And also a mini-Joker who looked about nine. And there is also a couple of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Grim Reapers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;We took time to camwhore with the deadly beings. And not to mention we took pictures of us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SQy29pn0J_I/AAAAAAAAANM/0jSGdsnXXHo/s1600-h/Me+and+Death.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SQy29pn0J_I/AAAAAAAAANM/0jSGdsnXXHo/s320/Me+and+Death.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263783234750392306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me and Death. The axe is my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SQy28oid5pI/AAAAAAAAAM8/gUYVtKprBto/s1600-h/Me+and+Rez+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SQy28oid5pI/AAAAAAAAAM8/gUYVtKprBto/s320/Me+and+Rez+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263783217279657618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me and Rez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SQy28X6OE_I/AAAAAAAAAM0/w4pvlQTK-fg/s1600-h/Me+and+TM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SQy28X6OE_I/AAAAAAAAAM0/w4pvlQTK-fg/s320/Me+and+TM.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263783212815881202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me and Michelle, albeit blurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SQy29AIsHEI/AAAAAAAAANE/jIukVjrdhh0/s1600-h/Me+and+Hazim.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SQy29AIsHEI/AAAAAAAAANE/jIukVjrdhh0/s320/Me+and+Hazim.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263783223613987906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me and Hazim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SQy29_-lraI/AAAAAAAAANU/d7HYQ8_SVeA/s1600-h/Abi,+Me,+Rez.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SQy29_-lraI/AAAAAAAAANU/d7HYQ8_SVeA/s320/Abi,+Me,+Rez.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263783240751492514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abi is the one on the left. I am too tired to edit this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-7351687683986524925?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7351687683986524925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=7351687683986524925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/7351687683986524925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/7351687683986524925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-snippets-7-birthday.html' title='Life Snippets #7: Happy Birthday To Me!'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SQy4ELQAJcI/AAAAAAAAANc/VOYq2yMHKn4/s72-c/TheCoffin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-6238625603065401355</id><published>2008-10-31T23:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:23:23.879+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gadgets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>Life Snippets #6: PlayStation 3, WOOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;I haven't been posting a new Life Snippets episode for a while, mainly because there is nothing interesting to blog about. It's just post-exam school life - slacking off, playing PSP, and hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today. My mom took me to the game store and she got me a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;PlayStation 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;. It was the console of my dreams! Also, I am a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sony supporter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;. I own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;PlayStation, PlayStation 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;PlayStation Portable and now, PlayStation 3. My handphone is Sony Ericsson. My video cam is a Sony Handycam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;. The TV in the den below is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sony Bravia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;. My old laptop is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sony Vaio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;. My new name is Sonny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because PS3 games do not come cheap, I choosed the game &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Grand Theft Auto IV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; (GTA IV) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;which is the reason why I bought the PS3. The game shop clerk kept asking me to buy other games, such as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Battlefield: Bad Company, Uncharted: Drake's Mission, Burnout Paradise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;and more. Then he offered me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Dead Space &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Metal Gear Solid 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; I gladly dejected these offerings. I was on the way to keep the PS3 in the car when two guys in their 20s exclaimed "Wah! A PlayStation3! This guy, damn rich hor?" while pointing at my box. I tried to escape this but they stopped me. They asked me the price of it. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;My mom paid RM1599 for the console, RM210 for the disc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;", I told them. They both nodded. Then one of them said, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm working now, save up for PlayStation3. I wanna play GTA IV too. I already owned all the rest of the GTA series, but was forced to buy a PS3 to play GTA IV. Anyway, it's time to move on to a new console.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;" Then they both waved me off and entered a shop specializing in imported Italian-made step dustbins and extendable arm clothesline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we headed to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;IKEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; to buy a new TV rack. My room is so claustrophobic, I decided to move the TV and the other gaming consoles to the family area outside my room. It was quite a tiring move. First, I had to assemble the TV rack which seemed easy but pretty tedious. Then I had to move the TV to the new rack. Luckily the TV is a Samsung flatscreen and not some heavy, bulky CRT so moving it was a breeze. Then I had to remove the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;PlayStation 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; and the DVD player. The PlayStation 2 was placed in my mom's room and the DVD player is to be next to my PS3. Then I set up the PlayStation 3 and took a quick shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands were trembling with joy when I approached the touch panel on the PS3. I gently felt it with my finger and the PS3 came alive. I set the time and date settings and network settings and etc., and brought out my GTA IV. I opened the case and took out the Liberty City Guide and the Liberty City Map which has a complete road layout of all four boroughs and also another Liberty City Map of the subway system. Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carefully took out the disc and slotted it into the PS3. The PS3 doesn't have any stupid disc trays, just like my mom's MacBook. I started playing GTA IV with the SixAxis DualShock 3 wireless controller charging. I removed the cable when it was fully charged, and it felt pretty nice without annoying tangly cables, at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GTA IV gameplay took me by surpise. The first mission is to drive to your cousin Roman Bellic's 'mansion' near Hove Beach. They changed the controls completely for this game. Luckily they give you and option to switch to Classic Controls, which I am more accustomed to after playing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;GTA: San Andreas, Vice City Stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Liberty City Stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;. Also the vehicle handling seems to be updated, and it feels harder to manouvre around the city now without hitting a lamp post, a pedestrian or a station wagon at least once. Maybe needs some practice, but there are major changes to this title. Now you have to hotwire a car (parked) before stealing it, and pedestrians call the cops if you do something to them. Try to run off in a parked exotic vehicle and the alarms will keep buzzing, signalling a good day to the police in the vicinity. I learnt this the hard way, on my way back to Roman's ratnest I found out that the Hove Beach police station is at the corner of my block. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Oh shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel tired from gaming and assembling and walking around malls so I will end the day with a blog post, and see ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-6238625603065401355?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6238625603065401355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=6238625603065401355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/6238625603065401355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/6238625603065401355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-snippets-6-playstation-3-woot.html' title='Life Snippets #6: PlayStation 3, WOOT!'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-1672394595354624114</id><published>2008-10-28T01:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:23:46.510+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Have The Coolest BBQ Party Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Well occasionally we may find a need to cook outside, usually for social purposes. When we say cook outside, we think of Barbeque. BBQ is fun. And also requires abit of cleaning-up after, I'd say, because I have hosted barbeques twice in the past month and no, you're not invited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SQX3PYP5bGI/AAAAAAAAAMU/aVpCNWWVy-Y/s1600-h/BoomCooler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SQX3PYP5bGI/AAAAAAAAAMU/aVpCNWWVy-Y/s320/BoomCooler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261883583231519842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is called the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Boom Cooler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;. As you can see, it is clearly not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Rubbermaid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;. And it has subwoofers! I am not sure wether it actually stores frozen meat and 24-packs of A&amp;amp;W Root Beer together, but for the price of $899, I think it should! Get it &lt;a href="http://www.boomcooler.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SQX3P8OiSeI/AAAAAAAAAMk/2Ku2aG2pftQ/s1600-h/Chork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SQX3P8OiSeI/AAAAAAAAAMk/2Ku2aG2pftQ/s320/Chork.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261883592889485794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; chork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;. It is half chopsticks, half fork. This would help if you are hosting a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Joy Luck Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; themed party, and you're Americanized enough to use forks. Click &lt;a href="http://www.slashfood.com/2007/03/26/chork-chopstick-forks-for-your-asian-fusion-cuisine/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SQX3PqyMcRI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ipEeFWqBb_8/s1600-h/OMGWTFBBQapron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SQX3PqyMcRI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ipEeFWqBb_8/s320/OMGWTFBBQapron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261883588207210770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the geeks that actually cooks, here is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;OMGWTFBBQ apron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; that lives up to it's name. I know, I was OMGWTFBBQing when I saw this apron for sale at ThinkGeek. Get it &lt;a href="http://www.thinkgeek.com/homeoffice/kitchen/aa6a/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SQX3QBd5WOI/AAAAAAAAAMs/e7G0i_qj6WM/s1600-h/BruceBBQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SQX3QBd5WOI/AAAAAAAAAMs/e7G0i_qj6WM/s320/BruceBBQ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261883594296088802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have mentioned previously in my aparment-themed post, this is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Bruce BBQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; for apartment balconies. Pretty handy, huh? Since most geeks live in one-bedroomed apartments. I found the article &lt;a href="http://www.random-good-stuff.com/2007/01/04/bruce-bbq-balcony-grill/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-1672394595354624114?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1672394595354624114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=1672394595354624114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/1672394595354624114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/1672394595354624114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2008/10/have-coolest-bbq-party-around.html' title='Have The Coolest BBQ Party Around'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SQX3PYP5bGI/AAAAAAAAAMU/aVpCNWWVy-Y/s72-c/BoomCooler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-5264681866379959356</id><published>2008-10-27T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:26:29.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>Life Snippets #5: Back From The Basics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Well, three days ago it was back to the basics, now it is back from the basics. On Saturday I left for my maternal grandmother's house in Port Dickson, which lies on a 15 mile stretch of coastal road. The town is on the 3rd mile, if I am not mistaken. The cemetery is on the 5th mile, at the road bend where it bends because of the bay point. My grandmother's house is at the 11 1/2th mile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;It's just a single-storey house. My grandmother's house has a weird outlook on it. You park your car on the road above, go down a flight of stairs, and you reach the house. The house is basically &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;below road level&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;. The stairs go down on a steep slope where my grandma has planted all sorts of flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment we arrived at the doorstep, we were greeted by a strong, stinky smell. We immediately cleaned up, but the smell was still there. We traced the smell the the sofa, where a rat made home at the bottom, and eventually died there. My grandmother was very annoyed at my brother who was making alot of noise, so she picked up the dead rat and chased him at it. Since my brother is a scaredy cat, he quickly ran around the house avoiding my grandma and after she stopped chasing, my brother stopped running and cried at the top of his lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother forgot to charge his PSP at home, and I forgot the charger. To make up for it, I lent him my PSP, which turns out to be a bad move. He was the last to sleep and within the first night, he drained the batteries. So for the next two days I played &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Gravity Defied - Trial Racing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; on my handphone and listened to the same song on my iPod repeatedly. For the record, it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holidae In &lt;/span&gt;by&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Chingy ft. Ludacris and Snoop Dogg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-5264681866379959356?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5264681866379959356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=5264681866379959356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/5264681866379959356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/5264681866379959356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-snippets-5-back-from-basics.html' title='Life Snippets #5: Back From The Basics'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-8299147623087505380</id><published>2008-10-25T01:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:28:32.105+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>Life Snippets #4: Jusco J-Card Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;As many of you living in Klang Valley area know, 22nd October 2008 marks the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Jusco J-Card Member's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; in their One Utama department store. Taking it as an opportunity to stock up on LEGO, I followed my mom there early in the morning, arriving at 7:30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic jam caused many of the drivers on the way to the mall started sipping their coffee in the car. We found a parking spot at the top level parking and waiting for the roller shutter doors to open. We were waiting for a long time, the lifts were all packed like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;sardines in a tin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;. So, being the smart boy here I led my mom to an escalator which nobody knew existed (It was newly added). Sadly, we had to eat breakfast first so we went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mickey D's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; to grab some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Egg McMuffin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;. Then, I rushed to the toy section which would be my home for the next three hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Hour 1 at Toy Section&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the first 20 minutes checking the price of every LEGO box. I noticed that the LEGO sets that I most wanted were not available. Damn! LEGO is only given a 20% discount, can't they give it 70% discount like they did with the clothes?! I picked up the &lt;a href="http://www.brickset.com/detail.aspx?Set=7695-1"&gt;MX-11 Astro Fighter&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://www.brickset.com/detail.aspx?Set=7647-1"&gt;MX-41 Switch Fighter&lt;/a&gt;, priced at RM32.90 and RM119.90 each before 20% discount. Both of the spacecrafts are from the same theme, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mars Mission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Hour 2 at Toy Section&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went around to the large wire boxes where they dumped all the 50%-70% items. Although they were mostly boring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Made In China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; toys full of lead, LEGO wasn't exempted from discount because it's damn well expensive in Malaysia. Did you know that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;LEGO here cost twice as much than in America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;? So you Americans better shut the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;feck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; up. I grabbed a parts pack which is the &lt;a href="http://www.brickset.com/detail.aspx?Set=6117-1"&gt;Doors and Windows&lt;/a&gt; because my buildings lack natural lighting. The only LEGO given discount are the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Batman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; series, officially licensed by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;DC Comics/DC Direct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; so that it would even more expensive without discount as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;The Lego Company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; would have to pay expensive royalties. All of them were given only 30% discount (WTF!) and only two Batman sets were given a 50% discount. One of them is the &lt;a href="http://www.brickset.com/detail.aspx?Set=7784-1"&gt;Ultimate Collector's Series Batmobile&lt;/a&gt;, which was RM529.90 before discount. The other was the &lt;a href="http://www.brickset.com/detail.aspx?Set=7781-1"&gt;Two-Face's Escape&lt;/a&gt;, which I got because it was only RM99 after discount. The price after 50% discount is the price you Americans pay when it first came out. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Hour 3 at Toy Section&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this young Chinese lad who bought a whole trolley full of LEGO sets! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shit!&lt;/span&gt; And he made his girlfriend wait at the trolley as he went LEGO-hunting. Sighing, I quickly walked over to the movie-themed toy section. I grabbed three figurines from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Indiana Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;, which are &lt;a href="http://indianajones.wikia.com/wiki/Image:IndyActionRaidersIndy.jpg"&gt;Indiana Jones in his normal outfit&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://indianajones.wikia.com/wiki/Image:IndyActionRaidersMarion.jpg"&gt;Marion Ravenwood in her Nepali clothing&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://indianajones.wikia.com/wiki/Image:IndyActionMuttSnake.jpg"&gt;Mutt Williams in his casual outfit&lt;/a&gt;. Yes, I am an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Indiana Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; fan. I tried to find those uber-awesome &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mighty Muggs&lt;/span&gt; figurines of Indiana Jones, but found only Lando Calrissian from Star Wars. Instead, I bought an Indiana Jones vehicle which is the &lt;a href="http://indianajones.wikia.com/wiki/Image:GermanTroopCar.jpg"&gt;German Troop Car&lt;/a&gt;, it is damn realistic. Also, it is in scale to the figurines I bought alongside it. The figurines are priced at RM16.90 after discount, and the vehicles are priced at RM44.90 after discount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Later In The Evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back to Jusco. Yeah, WTF. My mom forgot to buy new pillows, quilts, and bedsheets. Needless to say, it was a pain in the ass to carry two pillows on my left arm and a large quilt on the right. Then we went to the supermarket to buy a 15-pack of Pocky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-8299147623087505380?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8299147623087505380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=8299147623087505380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/8299147623087505380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/8299147623087505380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-snippets-4-jusco-j-card-day.html' title='Life Snippets #4: Jusco J-Card Day'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-7588157197402383423</id><published>2008-10-20T21:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:28:50.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>Life Snippets #3: School After Ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;So we basically still have to go to school after major exams have ended. Which is no biggie, because we have to choose our streaming for next year. Our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;education choices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; for Senior High is cool, they come in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; packages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;. I feel like taking Package C, which includeds the six base core subjects that everyone no matter what package you choose have to take, and also the main subjects for Package C which is Commerce and Accounting. Also, we get to choose what kind of activities we'd like to participate in for the rest of the school year (which is only a few weeks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we have school trips and field trips. For our field trip, we will go to the FRIM (Forest Research Institute of Malaysia) which consists of nothing but leeches. School trip, we are heading up the mountains.. no, not to some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;lame-ass summer camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;, but to Genting Highlands, aka the gambling and entertainment capital of South-East Asia. For 3 days and 2 nights, we can have fun with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;post-PMR activities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; that they'll let us decide to choose, such as futsal, basketball, and netball competition, banner painting for the SPM candidates, water balloon tournament, tug-o-war, and many more interesting ones. The ones I am concerned about is the few but stupid suggestions. There are also choices for doormat making class, fireworks making class (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;PEW PEW awesomeness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;), and also soap making experiment. The fireworks one is cool, but hey, who needs soapmaking class when you can get a bottled one at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tesco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us are still arguing about PMR answers, saying that this is right and this is wrong and vice versa. Dammit, start partying already. To let the stress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;sliperizzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; off, me has been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;kajizzling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; with tha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;hiphoperizzle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;tunes '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Holidae In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; by no other than Chingy ft. Ludacris and Snoop Dogg, or also known as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Chingarizzle ft. Ludacrizzle and Snoopy Drizzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, don't ya folks forget that Halloween and my birthday is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; back-to-back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;, so if you don't wish me it's hollering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;DOOMSDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; for ya'll. October 31 and November the First have never been such good buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing games? Me too. I've been playing '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Thief: Deadly Shadows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;' and also the MMORPG megalomaniac &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;RuneScape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;, the coolest medieval/fantasy era RPG ever created in history. And I'm continuing my membership there, it's only US $6, so cheap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-7588157197402383423?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7588157197402383423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=7588157197402383423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/7588157197402383423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/7588157197402383423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-snippets-3-school-after-ending.html' title='Life Snippets #3: School After Ending'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-8921038956531780966</id><published>2008-10-19T17:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:29:25.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>Sushi In No Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Now I know that alot of us can't be bothered to make some actual sushi, like hey, they're pretty cheap and they come ready-made. But what if you can't be bothered to move your lazy self over to the mall as well? This is where the invention dubbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sushezi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;comes in. It is a little white tube where you just chuck stuff into and then squeeze the stuff out of the tube with a push of a pump-lever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SPr9eqep3UI/AAAAAAAAAL8/srqUFUOsgs4/s1600-h/Sushezi+Sushi+Maker+Tube.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SPr9eqep3UI/AAAAAAAAAL8/srqUFUOsgs4/s320/Sushezi+Sushi+Maker+Tube.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258794218149240130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are some pictures of the Sushezi to show you how it works, roughly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T1gmBiv9bog&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T1gmBiv9bog&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a video demonstration of the Sushezi by Anthea's Kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of sushi, here are two other sushi items I'd like you to check out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SPr9euj5vOI/AAAAAAAAAME/SMxjIcFjCoA/s1600-h/HeartSushi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SPr9euj5vOI/AAAAAAAAAME/SMxjIcFjCoA/s320/HeartSushi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258794219244993762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a whole plate of delicious-looking heart shaped sushi made by &lt;a href="http://deviantart.com/"&gt;DeviantArt&lt;/a&gt; user Ziralma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SPr9e9xbYiI/AAAAAAAAAMM/o4eksTHrhEU/s1600-h/LegoSushi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SPr9e9xbYiI/AAAAAAAAAMM/o4eksTHrhEU/s320/LegoSushi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258794223328256546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Combining two favorite elements of mine, sushi and LEGO, "Big Daddy" Nelson created this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;oishikatta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; sushi out of well, LEGO. I like how he added a squit of wasabi at the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushezi - &lt;a href="http://www.sushezi.com/"&gt;Official Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushezi Video Demonstration - &lt;a href="http://www.antheaskitchen.com.au/"&gt;Anthea's Kitchen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart Sushi - &lt;a href="http://ziralma.deviantart.com/art/Heart-Sushi-74748427"&gt;Ziralma's DeviantArt Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEGO Sushi - &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bigdaddynelson/sets/72157606154373202/"&gt;'Big Daddy' Nelson's Flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-8921038956531780966?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8921038956531780966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=8921038956531780966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/8921038956531780966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/8921038956531780966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2008/10/sushi-in-no-time.html' title='Sushi In No Time'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SPr9eqep3UI/AAAAAAAAAL8/srqUFUOsgs4/s72-c/Sushezi+Sushi+Maker+Tube.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-1484647122968946025</id><published>2008-10-19T01:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:35:05.894+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>Life Snippets #2: BBQ Parties</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;I didn't tell you but we had barbeque parties twice within a fortnight. So I will fit it all into this post. The last party was just today, I mean tonight. Tonight at the time of writing, stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the BBQ session with the paternal side of the family. Many people turned up for some grillin' fun. Uncle Adrian lighted the coals and manned the roastpit while I was skewering sausages and cutting tenderloin beef into strips and giving the lambs a chop. Auntie Pacha prepared the salad while my mom was doing the gravy. Pak De brought the electric grill he bought in New Zealand which proved to be useful for smokin' those old timers such as the chicken wings. All the little kids were running around. After all was well, we dived headfirst into the plates and succumbed into the goodness of freshly grilled meat. Later, all the adults suddenly started singing some songs while the younger generation froze to death. Again, food was nice. Better than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tony Roma's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;, I say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SXDE0-UsZhI/AAAAAAAAAY8/V0dt03Jk4b8/s1600-h/The+Salad+Bunch++%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SXDE0-UsZhI/AAAAAAAAAY8/V0dt03Jk4b8/s320/The+Salad+Bunch++%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291945976522368530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;For the salad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SXDE0ngwlmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/rU2EqGcEm1E/s1600-h/Space+Eggs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SXDE0ngwlmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/rU2EqGcEm1E/s320/Space+Eggs.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291945970398959202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shiny Potato (Eggs?) by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-1484647122968946025?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1484647122968946025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=1484647122968946025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/1484647122968946025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/1484647122968946025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-snippets-2-bbq-parties.html' title='Life Snippets #2: BBQ Parties'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SXDE0-UsZhI/AAAAAAAAAY8/V0dt03Jk4b8/s72-c/The+Salad+Bunch++%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-6673210862234598417</id><published>2008-10-17T23:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:35:41.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Snippets'/><title type='text'>Life Snippets #1: Exams Are Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;I had to introduce Life Snippets series so that no one would confuse it with any other geekier section of my blog. This part of the blog, like the title implies, is meant to share with everyone my daily shenanigans or whenever something interesting happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Life Snippets #1: Exams Are Over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 12th October 2008 till 17th October 2008 all third formers across Malaysia are having their PMR examinations - a major examination. Some papers are divided into two sections (unless stated), Part A is the multiple choice and Part B is where you have to write out your legendary skills. Here is a short review of the days gone by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;PMR Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have our Malay Language paper first. Part A was easy and so is Part B except that I struggled as I forgot the main character's name from the Malay novel 'Panas Salju'. Later we had Islamic Studies paper which wasn't as hard as I thought, but challenging enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Difficulty: 41%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;PMR Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;First part in the morning and we are happily delving away on our English papers. Happily? What?! Well, readers, English is a guarantee 'A' paper for me because English is so intricate yet so easy. Later we had our Science papers which was so-so and so-so because the mix of questions were well-balanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Difficulty: 10%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;PMR Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most dreaded day of all as Mathematics have come to beat the living shit out of me. I am terribly intimidated by the sight of mathematical terms. This is not an easy subject therefore I spent most the time trying to combat my growing constipation feeling. Part A was easy but Part B is where you have to write down the equations and such and this is where they found out how to make me cry. Like OMG, History is also today! History is all about crappin' factuals of dead people that make no sense in our ever-changing modern world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Difficulty: 999.9%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;PMR Day 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today one will have only Living Skills if you are not taking Conversational Arabic, Mandarin Chinese, Tamil, Punjabi or Ibanese Language. After bidding good luck to our friends that are taking Mandarin Chinese, we went home to either sleep, study, or play &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;'Lego Indiana Jones: The Original Adventures'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; game on the PS2 like someone by the name of Afiq Feisal (isn't that me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Difficulty: 14%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;PMR Day 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a day I am looking forward to. Because one, we have Geography papers. Geography is damn well the easiest and most interesting subject. Two, because I am heading to the mall to strike a deal with my mom (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mom..please buy me that, I am begging you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;). Three, because it is the last day of PMR. Actually, make it just two. I have no reason to be happy that PMR is ending because PMR or no PMR, I am still not studying and will continue playing games like a proper life-enjoying person should be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;*hearty laugh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Difficulty: -10,000% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-6673210862234598417?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6673210862234598417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=6673210862234598417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/6673210862234598417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/6673210862234598417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-snippets-1-exams-are-over.html' title='Life Snippets #1: Exams Are Over'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-3482331833053118621</id><published>2008-10-17T23:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:35:57.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iphone'/><title type='text'>The Bakery's Back in Business</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Well it seems that my major examinations are now over (which I shall explain in my personal blog here) so I am now back to posting the usual &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;eeriely geeky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; stuff here. As you can see, exams make me hungry - so it would be a good idea to think of cakes as the reward for getting good results. Bah, I can get a cake any old time. But can anyone get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; cakes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SPisz5SifQI/AAAAAAAAALs/iumYPKIdb-I/s1600-h/iPhone+Cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SPisz5SifQI/AAAAAAAAALs/iumYPKIdb-I/s320/iPhone+Cupcakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258142572506938626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The iPhone cupcakes are lovely! They were designed after not the iPhone, but the iPhone apps. I can see the music player, clock, calculator.. but where is the famed iPhone apps '&lt;a href="http://inventorspot.com/articles/virtual_breasts_coming_your_iphone_18022"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Virtual Breast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;' and the $999.99 '&lt;a href="http://www.techcrunch.com/2008/08/06/the-worlds-first-luxury-iphone-app-99999-of-pure-bliss/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Am Rich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SPiszxtj8YI/AAAAAAAAALc/-cXO4MAKtV4/s1600-h/Halo3Cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SPiszxtj8YI/AAAAAAAAALc/-cXO4MAKtV4/s320/Halo3Cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258142570472796546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Any old gamer would know that this is the Halo 3 logo. Apparently &lt;a href="http://www.gameguru.in/"&gt;GameGuru&lt;/a&gt; sent the cake to Microsoft (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;why not Bungie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;) to celebrate the launching, or so I am told.I wonder if there are any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kinder_Surprise"&gt;Kinder Surprise&lt;/a&gt; eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; with Plasma Rifles in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SPisz85it_I/AAAAAAAAALk/sz3Gg7R5u9g/s1600-h/GuitarHeroCake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SPisz85it_I/AAAAAAAAALk/sz3Gg7R5u9g/s320/GuitarHeroCake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258142573475837938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one guitar you can't shred without putting your face in it first. Also, the guitar is not XBOX360 compatible so please stop crying now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SPis0b04udI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ekRo9U6TGqY/s1600-h/NESCake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SPis0b04udI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ekRo9U6TGqY/s320/NESCake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258142581777807826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know who Eric is but he sure is one lucky guy to get a NES cake. It looks very real and it also looks like the overheating problem gave it a bit of a meltdown. Anyway, Eric won't be happy to know that the &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/ethanhein/2258333300/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zelda gold cartridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; he bought off eBay won't work here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SPiszmmJU7I/AAAAAAAAALU/fY_DBGzWFDI/s1600-h/AtariCake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 175px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SPiszmmJU7I/AAAAAAAAALU/fY_DBGzWFDI/s320/AtariCake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258142567488902066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The classic wood veneer finish Atari 2600! I am constantly reminded by arcade machines that Atari brings the world Pong and Pacman goodness. I hope they didn't use Atari wood for the cake here because I sure don't want to eat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;termite, sweat and gamer grub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; infested wooden panelling worth 30 years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-3482331833053118621?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3482331833053118621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=3482331833053118621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/3482331833053118621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/3482331833053118621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2008/10/bakerys-back-in-business.html' title='The Bakery&apos;s Back in Business'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SPisz5SifQI/AAAAAAAAALs/iumYPKIdb-I/s72-c/iPhone+Cupcakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-2664636801514448022</id><published>2008-09-08T15:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:36:27.075+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><title type='text'>Google Chrome - Overview</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Before we start on anything on the computer, we most probably click a little icon that is the logo. So what's in the logo of Google Chrome, the latest browser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SMTUKBOJ5pI/AAAAAAAAAKE/1gZH0USp-ig/s1600-h/GoogleChromeElements.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SMTUKBOJ5pI/AAAAAAAAAKE/1gZH0USp-ig/s320/GoogleChromeElements.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243549134757684882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google Blogoscoped contemplated the logo for a while and came up with several possible combinations of items to create the Google Chrome logo. A webcam, a Pokeball, Mozilla Firefox logo, a Simon, and the colors are obviously of the RGBY Google logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SMTUJx-z4hI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/r5eG5G5_xLU/s1600-h/GoogleChrome1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SMTUJx-z4hI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/r5eG5G5_xLU/s320/GoogleChrome1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243549130666795538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you open a new tab, it will instantly show you the most visited websites just for good measure. Pretty convenient. Then again, look at the picture below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SMTUKEdpVfI/AAAAAAAAAKM/1ozYLWnQ7cM/s1600-h/GoogleChromeMostVisited.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SMTUKEdpVfI/AAAAAAAAAKM/1ozYLWnQ7cM/s320/GoogleChromeMostVisited.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243549135627965938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Chrome user apparently has a fetish for assholes, shemales and chubby women. And he is also into gay porn. If this particular user is browsing this in the school computer, the next person using it is in deeeeep trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; Oh yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SMTXw6zHp4I/AAAAAAAAAKc/lu7jUP0bwhg/s1600-h/GoogleIncogMode.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SMTXw6zHp4I/AAAAAAAAAKc/lu7jUP0bwhg/s320/GoogleIncogMode.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243553101583460226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It also has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Incognito Mode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;, or what almost everyone is calling the 'porn mode' because only porn freaks would use it. Used to have discreet browsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SMTXxIUahcI/AAAAAAAAAKs/P0lgZgvNvbs/s1600-h/GoogleSAB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SMTXxIUahcI/AAAAAAAAAKs/P0lgZgvNvbs/s320/GoogleSAB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243553105212769730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;The Smart Address Bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; has both Google search and an address bar combined, saving the hassle. But it's nothing much to me because the Firefox i'm using now has the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SMTXxLTw2jI/AAAAAAAAAKk/2e3mVWvSlnM/s1600-h/GoogleRTB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SMTXxLTw2jI/AAAAAAAAAKk/2e3mVWvSlnM/s320/GoogleRTB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243553106015345202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In case I ever feel the box I'm typing into right now is too small, the Resize Text Box option is open in Chrome. By dragging the south-east corner of the box, users may resize to his liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SMTXwvPvZNI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0GLY-kfd9Ps/s1600-h/GoogleDomHi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SMTXwvPvZNI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0GLY-kfd9Ps/s320/GoogleDomHi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243553098482279634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another feature that is present is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Domain Highlighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;. This is very handy especially if you forgot what is the parent page of the website you are at.. if your website has a long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;'aJhGbyTiao=191752jUytbGrt'  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;or something similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's In A Logo - &lt;a href="http://blogoscoped.com/"&gt;Google Blogoscoped&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Features - &lt;a href="http://gizmodo.com/search/google%20chrome"&gt;Gizmodo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-2664636801514448022?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2664636801514448022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=2664636801514448022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/2664636801514448022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/2664636801514448022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2008/09/google-chrome-overview.html' title='Google Chrome - Overview'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SMTUKBOJ5pI/AAAAAAAAAKE/1gZH0USp-ig/s72-c/GoogleChromeElements.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-6749078505862450701</id><published>2008-09-06T22:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:36:56.390+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gadgets'/><title type='text'>Geeky Timepieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;This is our own geek timepiece bumper issue. Covering several timepieces, I share with you my findings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;USB Memory Watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SMKak0eGN-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/Mu38tAs7Neg/s1600-h/WatchUSBMemory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SMKak0eGN-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/Mu38tAs7Neg/s320/WatchUSBMemory.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242922873563527138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SMKak2uDMvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/JxNHTGujs_k/s1600-h/WatchUSBMemoryConnected.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SMKak2uDMvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/JxNHTGujs_k/s320/WatchUSBMemoryConnected.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242922874167309042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This shows the USB Memory Watch in full action. A red LED shows that the device is in use, and the USB Memory Watch is listed as a USB mass storage device.&lt;a href="http://laks.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Phosphor - E-Ink Display Watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g127/latias93/e_ink_watch_anim.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g127/latias93/e_ink_watch_anim.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242922869524604818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This watch has an interface that could change itself at the push of a button, thanks to its innovative e-ink display. E-ink, you ask? Think Amazon Kindle. &lt;a href="http://phosphorwatches.com/"&gt;Official Webpage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Video Watch with OLED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Screen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SMKalMW11ZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Q14fmkbywKs/s1600-h/WatchVideoOLED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SMKalMW11ZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Q14fmkbywKs/s320/WatchVideoOLED.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242922879975544210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equipped with 2GB on-board storage, you could fit in 2-3 full movies into your watch and have fun watching 'em in your boring History classes. Too bad if I watch a movie on this the whole class would gather round me, causing a commotion. Can be bought in ThinkGeek (link at bottom) and in wholesale at &lt;a href="http://www.chinavasion.com/product_info.php/pName/mens-metallic-watch-mp4-player-1gb-15inch-oled-screen/"&gt;ChinaVasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tokyoflash - Infection LED Watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SMKalFTqxXI/AAAAAAAAAJw/fLrG21wEfxM/s1600-h/Tokyoflash-Infection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SMKalFTqxXI/AAAAAAAAAJw/fLrG21wEfxM/s320/Tokyoflash-Infection.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242922878083188082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We welcome our first &lt;a href="http://tokyoflash.com/"&gt;Tokyoflash&lt;/a&gt; entry into the blog. Tokyoflash is famous for its increasingly hard to tell timepieces. Usually people want a watch that makes it easy to tell the time, but this one is for the ones that want to tell the time the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;hard way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;. This watch, named the Infection, has 3 different colours of LED to tell the time. Wait, wait - don't ask me how am I supposed to tell the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USB Memory Watch, Video Watch with OLED Screen, and the E-Ink Display Watch can all be found on &lt;a href="http://www.thinkgeek.com/gadgets/watches/"&gt;ThinkGeek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tokyoflash 'Infection' can be found on &lt;a href="http://www.tokyoflash.com/en/watches/tokyoflash/infection/"&gt;Tokyoflash&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-6749078505862450701?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6749078505862450701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=6749078505862450701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/6749078505862450701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/6749078505862450701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2008/09/geeky-timepieces.html' title='Geeky Timepieces'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SMKak0eGN-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/Mu38tAs7Neg/s72-c/WatchUSBMemory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-584321389100524968</id><published>2008-09-05T22:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:37:16.591+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laptop Accessories'/><title type='text'>My Documents - Literally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Laptop and notebook users worldwide have been discussing alot about the latest slip-on cover sensation that's abuzz around the Net. My Documents laptop cases are made to uncannily resemble that folder where you stash your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;unmentionables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SMFBE9F96OI/AAAAAAAAAJA/OauZd6j-5ds/s1600-h/LaptopCase-MyDoc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SMFBE9F96OI/AAAAAAAAAJA/OauZd6j-5ds/s320/LaptopCase-MyDoc1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242542994610841826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SMFBE46_20I/AAAAAAAAAJI/npJ0Qolofsc/s1600-h/LaptopCase-MyDoc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SMFBE46_20I/AAAAAAAAAJI/npJ0Qolofsc/s320/LaptopCase-MyDoc2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242542993491090242" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;A real touchable cursor pin.. how cool is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Reported on &lt;a href="http://www.likecool.com/My_Document_Laptop_Case--Bag--Style.html"&gt;LikeCool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-584321389100524968?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/584321389100524968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=584321389100524968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/584321389100524968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/584321389100524968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-documents-literally.html' title='My Documents - Literally!'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SMFBE9F96OI/AAAAAAAAAJA/OauZd6j-5ds/s72-c/LaptopCase-MyDoc1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-7938877043038952812</id><published>2008-09-05T00:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:37:37.790+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vehicles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Livin' High Up In The Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SMAOlwNzyNI/AAAAAAAAAIg/qRJUo0Vkj7k/s1600-h/ApartmentLife.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SMAOlwNzyNI/AAAAAAAAAIg/qRJUo0Vkj7k/s320/ApartmentLife.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242206008020027602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apartment Life. That's it. An all-new way to look at your homes made its way to the market, being realeased just before Q4 starts. No more boring old normal-type homes, we can all live in the top floor and stomp on the neighbors below. In this game you can become a witch! And there is also the all-famous San Francisco &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Painted_Ladies"&gt;Painted Ladies&lt;/a&gt; townhouses in the game, although I doubt very much that it resembles anything like the Burj Dubai. And oh - a trailer park too! Whoopee, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;rednecks ahoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about apartments - which happened to be my favorite type of house, I'd like to share with you guys a few other cool stuff that you can put in an apartment. A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;real-life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;apartment. C'mon guys, sometimes a geek just got to revisualize his own natural habitat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SMAQOQXQHLI/AAAAAAAAAIo/70gy14Jklz0/s1600-h/BloomframeBalcony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 780px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SMAQOQXQHLI/AAAAAAAAAIo/70gy14Jklz0/s320/BloomframeBalcony.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242207803355962546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard of the &lt;a href="http://www.bloomframe.com/"&gt;Bloomframe&lt;/a&gt;? It's a retractable balcony which looks like a window when closed and a balcony when open. How very cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SMAQOo5il0I/AAAAAAAAAIw/FVFjBnQPnLc/s1600-h/BruceBBQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SMAQOo5il0I/AAAAAAAAAIw/FVFjBnQPnLc/s320/BruceBBQ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242207809942230850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whoever said you can't have a BBQ on the 10th floor? With this Bruce BBQ set, you can have a BBQ anywhere you want as long as it has a railing. Wonder if it'll work on stair railings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SMAQOgKbAhI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ggK_TAidWK8/s1600-h/CarElevator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SMAQOgKbAhI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ggK_TAidWK8/s320/CarElevator.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242207807597117970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately a lot of high-end upmarket apartments have included car elevators that take your car directly to your doorstep at the 17th floor. Very thoughtful, and dumb. I have a fascination for automatic parkings and car elevators, but wouldn't that annoying Hummer living above leaving for work be annoying especially when it revs its V8 engine every morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce BBQ found on &lt;a href="http://www.neatorama.com/2007/01/05/bruce-bbq-grill-for-your-balcony/"&gt;Neatorama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sims 2: Apartment Life found on &lt;a href="http://pc.gamezone.com/gzreviews/r35588.htm"&gt;GameSpot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car Elevator Apartment found on &lt;a href="http://www.carloft.de/v0/htdocs/index.php"&gt;CarLoft&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BloomFrame found on &lt;a href="http://www.bloomframe.com/"&gt;BloomFrame&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-7938877043038952812?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7938877043038952812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=7938877043038952812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/7938877043038952812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/7938877043038952812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2008/09/livin-high-in-sims-2.html' title='Livin&apos; High Up In The Sky'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SMAOlwNzyNI/AAAAAAAAAIg/qRJUo0Vkj7k/s72-c/ApartmentLife.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-8786082064428524599</id><published>2008-09-03T23:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:37:58.369+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer Accessories'/><title type='text'>Space Invaders Keyboard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;So you've heard of the rubber roll-up keyboard. No biggie, although it's a cool invention. But does it really appeal much to the retrogamer in you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't, then this certainly will. Introducing the Space Invaders Keyboard, a rollup keyboard specially designed for retrogamers in mind. Now you can say your keyboard can PEW PEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SL6rkAkM33I/AAAAAAAAAIY/gXWWOl-RTpM/s1600-h/SpaceInvadersKeyboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SL6rkAkM33I/AAAAAAAAAIY/gXWWOl-RTpM/s320/SpaceInvadersKeyboard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241815651421314930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I particularly liked the ingenious space button design. What better way to mash up those space and destroying the invaders at the same time? Costs about $35 which is very cheap considering it is coffee-proof and asteroid-proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found on &lt;a href="http://www.crunchgear.com/2008/09/03/space-invaders-keyboard-is-purely-for-nostalgia/"&gt;CrunchGear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-8786082064428524599?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8786082064428524599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=8786082064428524599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/8786082064428524599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/8786082064428524599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2008/09/space-invaders-keyboard.html' title='Space Invaders Keyboard'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SL6rkAkM33I/AAAAAAAAAIY/gXWWOl-RTpM/s72-c/SpaceInvadersKeyboard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-809686042810674739</id><published>2008-09-02T21:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:38:18.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='security'/><title type='text'>Security First - Protect Your Gadgets</title><content type='html'>I&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;f you are a geek like me and have alot of tiny little gadgets you don't want anyone to touch or steal - for example: thumbdrives, iPhone, expensive watch, and other whatnots - then you better know that the safe is the worst place to hide items because where would a thief go when he enters your house? The safe, of course! Now I know since most of you don't have a safe (not even me) because you don't want to invest in one, then let me show a few items that can protect your item better and in far more cheaper ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SL1EaQPqt3I/AAAAAAAAAII/-Db8KIOX2e4/s1600-h/SECwallsocket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SL1EaQPqt3I/AAAAAAAAAII/-Db8KIOX2e4/s320/SECwallsocket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241420759157094258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of the effective ways to hide your items. In a wall socket - I mean, the thief would only want your power cable so he can watch your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;plasma TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; in his shack, why would he need a wall socket? As in the picture above, a key unlocks the wall socket and it swings on its pivot to reveal whatever you hide inside there. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SL1EaOOVGQI/AAAAAAAAAH4/dOGLoDqMuEQ/s1600-h/SECbookvault.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SL1EaOOVGQI/AAAAAAAAAH4/dOGLoDqMuEQ/s320/SECbookvault.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241420758614612226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah - the classic book vault. This company glued together two random boring books and drilled a rectangle crevice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;hundreds of pages deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; so you could hide stuff inside - in the picture, they hid an iPhone so you can roughly guess the size of the real book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SL1EaFyWjTI/AAAAAAAAAHw/EK_blkRvP2Q/s1600-h/SEC7up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SL1EaFyWjTI/AAAAAAAAAHw/EK_blkRvP2Q/s320/SEC7up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241420756349783346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you have smaller items such as jewellery to hide, then maybe a small place like this 7-Up can is all you need. You can unscrew the top to stash away. However I don't think so this one is effective as alot of thieves are poor and hungry, and they always grab a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;quick snack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; in their victim's house. 7-Up, unopened before their eyes, mm. Once they realize the can contains more than $1 worth of carbonated drink, you're in for some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; sobbing time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SL1Eady_5EI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_NDH4fEC2M0/s1600-h/SECkibbles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SL1Eady_5EI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_NDH4fEC2M0/s320/SECkibbles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241420762794943554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However, this one would certainly work well. I'd like to know what kind of thief eats dog food. And nobody ever opens a can of dog food unless you have a dog. So, this one is the least expensive way to hide your hideables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SL1GmDNLxFI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xCJw_mv8jiI/s1600-h/SECdummycam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SL1GmDNLxFI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xCJw_mv8jiI/s320/SECdummycam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241423160838702162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah, this one is different. No, you can't hide anything in it - but with battery-powered blinking red LED, this dummy camera would fool any crook. They'd think the camera is videotaping their every move because not many homes have a CCTV installed in - it's a breach of privacy. But this one would be more than welcome, I'm sure of it. For a tiny more cash you get a swivelling version, one that tilts left and right on it's own. For a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; more cash you get a waterproof outdoor version so you can always put it by that new Ferrari of yours - or so you've been telling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All products can be bought from&lt;a href="http://www.x-tremegeek.com/templates/SearchProducts.asp?categoryID=266"&gt; X-Tremegeek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-809686042810674739?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/809686042810674739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=809686042810674739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/809686042810674739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/809686042810674739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2008/09/security-first-protect-your-gadgets.html' title='Security First - Protect Your Gadgets'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SL1EaQPqt3I/AAAAAAAAAII/-Db8KIOX2e4/s72-c/SECwallsocket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-191823868559751646</id><published>2008-09-02T20:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:39:29.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPhone Accessories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><title type='text'>iPhone Accessories - I've had enough!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;I've had enough with iPhone accessories! Who would design it, let alone make it and sell it? Them, sir, are the dumbasses of the 21st century - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;the iPhone era.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SL023waaSsI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5bTYuoJBOYM/s1600-h/iPhoneStand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SL023waaSsI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5bTYuoJBOYM/s320/iPhoneStand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241405872845507266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at this. It's a rotating iPhone stand. It means only your iPhone can rotate, not the stand itself. For $40, you get to spin your iPhone around on the pedestal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Schweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SL024th83JI/AAAAAAAAAHY/4sk5UCMMJWo/s1600-h/iPhoneVideoshell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SL024th83JI/AAAAAAAAAHY/4sk5UCMMJWo/s320/iPhoneVideoshell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241405889251695762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the VideoShell. It lets you watch movies without holding the iPhone. What's the joy of an iPhone without holding the iPhone itself? Anyway if you watch movies on an iPhone you always have the urge to fast forward to the best parts only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SL024nsJorI/AAAAAAAAAHg/OjoVZicDKTk/s1600-h/iPhoneFingers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SL024nsJorI/AAAAAAAAAHg/OjoVZicDKTk/s320/iPhoneFingers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241405887683863218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next comes the PhoneFingers, a finger stylus for you. Out of YOUR finger. For 3 Euros, you get to play what is dubbed the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;'iPhone condom'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; - another true dumbass design of the iPhone era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SL02417vq8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/aADczrgCchc/s1600-h/iPhoneTelescope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SL02417vq8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/aADczrgCchc/s320/iPhoneTelescope.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241405891507366850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is by far the stupidest accessory I've ever seen for the iPhone. iPhone telescopes? Get real! Who wants to zoom in with an iPhone camera? Unless you're that nerd that nobody wants to make eye contact with and always spends time spying at the nude beach, nobody needs this crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you - there useless contraptions don't come in cheap - expect to spend at least $25 with the exception of the iPhone condoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PED3 iPhone Stand - &lt;a href="http://thoughtout.biz/PED3"&gt;ThoughtOut&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VideoShell - &lt;a href="http://www.dlo.com/products/vshell_iphone3g_prod.tpl"&gt;DLO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone Fingers - &lt;a href="http://www.phonefingers.com/"&gt;PhoneFingers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iPhone Telescope - &lt;a href="http://www.redferret.net/?p=9902"&gt;RedFerret&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-191823868559751646?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/191823868559751646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=191823868559751646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/191823868559751646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/191823868559751646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2008/09/iphone-accessories-ive-had-enough.html' title='iPhone Accessories - I&apos;ve had enough!'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SL023waaSsI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5bTYuoJBOYM/s72-c/iPhoneStand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-7373495787766648491</id><published>2008-09-01T23:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:42:01.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parody'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Stormtrooper Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Stormtrooper Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you know, Clone Wars is like in the season an' all - so I guess I would promote the most parodied character of Star Wars - the Stormtrooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SLwOID0bSkI/AAAAAAAAAHA/yZJAe-FGODk/s1600-h/Bathroom+Break.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SLwOID0bSkI/AAAAAAAAAHA/yZJAe-FGODk/s320/Bathroom+Break.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241079597979355714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Does anyone have a Playboy issue here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SLwOIMQc8EI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pSpsohcVoJI/s1600-h/Bathroom+Break+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SLwOIMQc8EI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pSpsohcVoJI/s320/Bathroom+Break+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241079600244387906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Urinals are always the best place to meet up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SLwOH1OV9jI/AAAAAAAAAG4/l2W2OeNWo-U/s1600-h/stormtroopercouple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SLwOH1OV9jI/AAAAAAAAAG4/l2W2OeNWo-U/s320/stormtroopercouple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241079594061526578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Oh baby, I've gotten my sick leave! Mmpf!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SLwOH1KRkzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/S4bX7n0IEfA/s1600-h/Stormtrooper+Bride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SLwOH1KRkzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/S4bX7n0IEfA/s320/Stormtrooper+Bride.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241079594044461874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Even the Skywalkers couldn't resist her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-7373495787766648491?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7373495787766648491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=7373495787766648491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/7373495787766648491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/7373495787766648491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2008/09/stormtrooper-fun.html' title='Stormtrooper Fun'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SLwOID0bSkI/AAAAAAAAAHA/yZJAe-FGODk/s72-c/Bathroom+Break.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-5579301149583413913</id><published>2008-08-31T17:32:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:42:50.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Happy 51st Independence Day, Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Or shall we say.. Merdeka, in our language? 31 August 1957 marks the start of our nation's independence from all previous invasive forces. This year's Merdeka is pretty lame, hardly any cars sporting a flag on their roofs. I didn't even know it was Merdeka  until fireworks boomed outside while I was reading Gizmodo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SLpn1gkNnGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/q7S9A3iLOS0/s1600-h/Merdeka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 78px; height: 78px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SLpn1gkNnGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/q7S9A3iLOS0/s320/Merdeka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240615285371542626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70% of schoolchildren, I estimate, do not have a single patriotic feeling in their hearts at all this year. Including me. Can't help it man, look at the sight of our nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-5579301149583413913?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5579301149583413913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=5579301149583413913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/5579301149583413913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/5579301149583413913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-51st.html' title='Happy 51st Independence Day, Malaysia'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SLpn1gkNnGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/q7S9A3iLOS0/s72-c/Merdeka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-2049046528655124136</id><published>2008-08-31T17:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:44:46.397+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parody'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Fake Halo 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Prior to the famous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; XGame 360&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; which is a NES in disguise news, someone made a spoof of the games available to the Mexico-wide gaming device XGame 360. Yes, it is only 8-bit, no 20GB, no HDMI support, no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;XGame Live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SLpi7kGkpxI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u1C_5dPRHqg/s1600-h/Annulus3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SLpi7kGkpxI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u1C_5dPRHqg/s320/Annulus3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240609891842041618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Behold, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Annulus 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;! Only on Xgame 360.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retails for only 50 Mexican Pesos! Looks great on monochrome display! Play as either &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Master Chef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El Locusto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; and complete all 6 levels! Rated 18+ due to intensely hot salsa movements and taco stands getting blown up. If you ask me, Annulus 3 sounds like an anal sex porn video, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture from &lt;a href="http://gamingbob.com/"&gt;GamingBob&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-2049046528655124136?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2049046528655124136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=2049046528655124136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/2049046528655124136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/2049046528655124136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2008/08/fake-halo-3.html' title='Fake Halo 3'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SLpi7kGkpxI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u1C_5dPRHqg/s72-c/Annulus3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-8386842731033998607</id><published>2008-08-26T15:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:47:10.082+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parody'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Catwalking Nuns</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Believe me, nuns can't get anymore crazier once they've applied to join an online nun beauty pageant. Nuns? Apart from their usual contrasting uniform and the occasional &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e7uRoX4o99w"&gt;athletic nun outfit&lt;/a&gt; -I don't think so any nun would want to wear tight latex miniskirts or a babydoll with a headress on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems I was wrong, eh? Reverend Antonio Rungi from Italy started Miss Sister 2008 for any nun with wireless internet at the chapel. Eventhough the Associate of Catholic people opposed the idea of nuns ripping each other's headresses for the winner title, they think that there is nothing wrong with it at all - even with these kind of non-nun outfits we see on the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SLO5ZdhHs6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/asAGFsZ-8G0/s1600-h/SexyNun2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SLO5ZdhHs6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/asAGFsZ-8G0/s320/SexyNun2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238734638633431970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at her, will ya? I have a feeling that chaos would be unveiled once these nuns start donning clothes from Paris Hilton's signature store..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-8386842731033998607?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8386842731033998607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=8386842731033998607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/8386842731033998607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/8386842731033998607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2008/08/catwalking-nuns.html' title='Catwalking Nuns'/><author><name>A.A.Feisal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/TSxoh2CNGnI/AAAAAAAAAls/n0EVQKFcrBU/S220/DSC_4615%2B-%2BCopy-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SLO5ZdhHs6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/asAGFsZ-8G0/s72-c/SexyNun2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663228532183913820.post-2994925074500453909</id><published>2008-08-23T22:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:47:37.869+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer mods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apple'/><title type='text'>Mac Mini Gets Modded</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Who says these little Apple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;midgets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; don't get awesome mods? Forget BenHeck for now, it seems that Hideo Takano has ventured into this little hobby of his - modding Mac Mini casings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SLAj36ZP5DI/AAAAAAAAAGI/jHNcn_9GOgs/s1600-h/MacMiniQuadra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SLAj36ZP5DI/AAAAAAAAAGI/jHNcn_9GOgs/s320/MacMiniQuadra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237725810106819634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I know, nothing much, just retro-styling with Quadra's look and the rainbow Apple logo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SLAj3ogxNkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/e8Ll-GDp1QY/s1600-h/MacMiniLego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SLAj3ogxNkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/e8Ll-GDp1QY/s320/MacMiniLego.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237725805306525250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Ooh, this one's for me! A Lego brick casing! Sweet! I wonder if it's stackable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SLAj3o9eeSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/LYNIbHTfKe0/s1600-h/MacMiniGas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4urgztKgiw/SLAj3o9eeSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/LYNIbHTfKe0/s320/MacMiniGas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237725805426932002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For the modern consumer - we present this casing for those concerned&lt;/span&gt; of barrel prices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663228532183913820-2994925074500453909?l=retrocookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2994925074500453909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663228532183913820&amp;postID=2994925074500453909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/2994925074500453909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663228532183913820/posts/default/2994925074500453909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrocookie.blogspot.com/2008/08/mac-mini-gets-modded.ht
