<?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-688898278664773395</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:57:31.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that random story</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688898278664773395/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Discotheque Dudek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022772165626700344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SWB-95cHyrI/AAAAAAAAACY/u_mz2xHDLuI/S220/closeup.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688898278664773395.post-2491976884490506519</id><published>2009-04-01T21:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:27:43.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool</title><content type='html'>Today is 1st of April. Nothing special except staying whole day at home browsing through Facebook applications. I got hooked into one particular application called the Restaurant City. It's all about managing a restaurant with a lot of features in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the application is doing some maintenance... for quite long already although it's written 30 minutes there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319713328587508130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 451px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SdNrFlleiaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/qc_pZ0jd5Pg/restaurantcitymaintainance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now still waiting...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;PS: U guys should try out too. It's really addictive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688898278664773395-2491976884490506519?l=thatrandomstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2491976884490506519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-fool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688898278664773395/posts/default/2491976884490506519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688898278664773395/posts/default/2491976884490506519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-fool.html' title='April Fool'/><author><name>Discotheque Dudek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022772165626700344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SWB-95cHyrI/AAAAAAAAACY/u_mz2xHDLuI/S220/closeup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SdNrFlleiaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/qc_pZ0jd5Pg/s72-c/restaurantcitymaintainance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688898278664773395.post-1384338057658118144</id><published>2009-02-17T02:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T02:20:22.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>666</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SZmtyzJHRkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/c-x9ytTGSbM/s1600-h/666+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303461124438967874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SZmtyzJHRkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/c-x9ytTGSbM/666+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I found this number at the bottom of my blog. What is the hint?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: I'm back and ready to blog for more. Tune in! Thx Crystal anyway...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688898278664773395-1384338057658118144?l=thatrandomstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1384338057658118144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/2009/02/666.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688898278664773395/posts/default/1384338057658118144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688898278664773395/posts/default/1384338057658118144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/2009/02/666.html' title='666'/><author><name>Discotheque Dudek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022772165626700344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SWB-95cHyrI/AAAAAAAAACY/u_mz2xHDLuI/S220/closeup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SZmtyzJHRkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/c-x9ytTGSbM/s72-c/666+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688898278664773395.post-249548371714967618</id><published>2009-01-29T02:04:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T04:47:55.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncut Scene</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SYCgkkX7SZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qDYMNC0HiWk/s1600-h/dirty+scene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296409711887468946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SYCgkkX7SZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qDYMNC0HiWk/dirty+scene.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Slothfulness has got the better of everyone during this Chinese New Year. Even my maid is occupied with Ang Pao harvesting till the duty is forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: Busy, busy.... CNY busy! Gong Xi Fa Cai to all my readers~!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688898278664773395-249548371714967618?l=thatrandomstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/feeds/249548371714967618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/uncut-scene.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688898278664773395/posts/default/249548371714967618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688898278664773395/posts/default/249548371714967618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/uncut-scene.html' title='Uncut Scene'/><author><name>Discotheque Dudek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022772165626700344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SWB-95cHyrI/AAAAAAAAACY/u_mz2xHDLuI/S220/closeup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SYCgkkX7SZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qDYMNC0HiWk/s72-c/dirty+scene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688898278664773395.post-4160031661353145528</id><published>2009-01-25T21:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T06:16:57.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Card</title><content type='html'>It was a few days earlier, just before the marking of New Year in the Chinese calendar. It was in the plan already for me to drive back all the way to Rawang, my hometown for a reunion dinner. After an hour drive, I reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ah Wu Jiu Jiu*, you came back!"&lt;/span&gt;, my nephew said excitedly, running towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yeah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Taken your meal?&lt;/span&gt;", I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes, just now I ate already"&lt;/span&gt;, he answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eight years old nephew just moved in to stay with us not long ago, since the parents wanted him to continue his primary school here. He has got no choice but to leave all his friends in his previous school, including his girlfriend. Yes, you have heard me right, his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"How's your girlfriend?"&lt;/span&gt;, I asked, with the intention in teasing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"She's fine, she sent me a New Year card though",&lt;/span&gt; he whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Do you want to see it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes, definitely!"&lt;/span&gt;, I answered in eager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ran into his room hastily, just a few seconds then he ran out with a card on his hand. I opened up the card and it was a typical little girl handwriting in Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I don't read Chinese"&lt;/span&gt;, I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Okay, I'll read for you"&lt;/span&gt;, he replied, taking away the card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SXyRNIRiGhI/AAAAAAAAAF4/OBQ4-3nZcpw/s1600-h/newyearcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295266916626209298" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 500px; cursor: pointer; height: 238px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SXyRNIRiGhI/AAAAAAAAAF4/OBQ4-3nZcpw/newyearcard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Wilbert,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How are you? School already started, you did not attend classes. I'm a bit disappointed. How is your new school? Did you get to know a lot of new friends? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I miss you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hope you get a lot of Ang Paos* during this Chinese New Year!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Hui Ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"That's all"&lt;/span&gt;, he ended his reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, did you reply her card?"&lt;/span&gt;, I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;/span&gt;, I asked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm lazy"&lt;/span&gt;, he said, with his fading voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You cannot like that. You must reply her"&lt;/span&gt;, I uttered, raising my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Okay"&lt;/span&gt;, he answered, nodding his head showing the sign of agreed. And he walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess he must have missed her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SXyd4zvGt0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/cbgB9ctMIlE/s1600-h/wilbert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295280861166876482" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 500px; cursor: pointer; height: 375px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SXyd4zvGt0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/cbgB9ctMIlE/wilbert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Jiu jiu - uncle&lt;br /&gt;*Ang Pao - red packet filled with money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;PS: Quote Ming Kee, "Kids nowadays...."&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/688898278664773395-4160031661353145528?l=thatrandomstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4160031661353145528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-card.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688898278664773395/posts/default/4160031661353145528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688898278664773395/posts/default/4160031661353145528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-card.html' title='New Year Card'/><author><name>Discotheque Dudek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022772165626700344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SWB-95cHyrI/AAAAAAAAACY/u_mz2xHDLuI/S220/closeup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SXyRNIRiGhI/AAAAAAAAAF4/OBQ4-3nZcpw/s72-c/newyearcard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688898278664773395.post-322365386207927038</id><published>2009-01-23T14:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T14:31:41.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnivale</title><content type='html'>Recently, out of boredom I bought a set of series to kill time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Carnivale&lt;/span&gt;, an awards winning series back on 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294369198548379298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SXlgvD0-5qI/AAAAAAAAAFw/RXvglH90ciU/carnivale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finished the 1st season, I find this series is rather mind-sickening and very twisted. The storyline mixes Christian theology with other beliefs, and some way related to Knights Templar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Not recommended for the weak-minded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; access for days already. *sniff sniff*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688898278664773395-322365386207927038?l=thatrandomstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/feeds/322365386207927038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/carnivale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688898278664773395/posts/default/322365386207927038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688898278664773395/posts/default/322365386207927038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/carnivale.html' title='Carnivale'/><author><name>Discotheque Dudek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022772165626700344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SWB-95cHyrI/AAAAAAAAACY/u_mz2xHDLuI/S220/closeup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SXlgvD0-5qI/AAAAAAAAAFw/RXvglH90ciU/s72-c/carnivale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688898278664773395.post-8601447831380065184</id><published>2009-01-20T00:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T02:05:56.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tipping Tuesday #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;WARNING: Following post is for advises and suggestions purposes (typically for guys). Practice it at your own risk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She Needs A Break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From out of nowhere your girlfriend announces she needs a break. Boom! No, “We need to talk.” No subtle hints to indicate she’s unhappy. She just slips it in, mid-conversation. She needs a break? What the hell is that supposed to mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it means you’ve screwed up, so unless you want to find yourself crying into your beer and eating microwave dinners for one, you better keep on reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;What does she mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she says she needs a break, you can interpret it in a few different ways. And before you beg for her to reconsider, you need to determine exactly what she means by “I need a break.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 1- &lt;/b&gt;While toddlers have temper tantrums and hold their breath, females drag out the old “I need a break” line. Often it’s used as way to manipulate you into letting her have what she wants. If you're capital committed type, prepare to hurt your wallet hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 2- &lt;/b&gt;The fiercely independent type who likes her own space will declare she needs a break if she feels smothered in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- &lt;/b&gt;She might resort to having a break to modify your behavior, especially if you treat her like an old unloved sock. It’s like being grounded with all your privileges canceled until further notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 4- &lt;/b&gt;The worst-case scenario: She’s too chicken to tell you it’s over, so she’s opting for the cowardly way out and giving you false hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What happens next? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It’s important to set some ground rules when she tells you she needs a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 1- &lt;/b&gt;Determine the length of a break. Will it last a couple of weeks or a couple of months? Don’t leave the date open-ended. When the time is up, organize to catch up and re-evaluate where you stand. After a month of hanging with your mates at the pub every night living on beer and pretzels, having a woman might cramp your style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 2- &lt;/b&gt;Decide whether you’re allowed to see other people and whether “seeing” extends to kissing or shagging them. Word of warning: If you get giddy with your new-found freedom and get  jiggy with the first thing with arms and legs during week one and your girlfriend finds out, this break will be a permanent one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3- &lt;/b&gt;Make a no-contact rule. For a break to be successful, it has to be a proper break. It will be hard, but if you want her to come back, she needs to go cold turkey. She’s not going to miss you, if you’re calling to say “I love you” every five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 4-&lt;/b&gt; Talk to her best friend. She can probably provide you with insight into what’s really going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do during the break?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t camp outside her house in your car using high-powered binoculars to spy on her or trail her every move. Let her have the space she wants. Being clingy is not cool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t invent excuses to phone her. You might have found her favorite sweater in the back of your car or want to remind her that it’s your mother’s birthday next week. Be assured if she wants to talk to you, she will call.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reflect on your behavior and ways you could improve your relationship.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even if your girlfriend has given you the thumbs up to see other people, don’t sleep with anyone else until you are sure the relationship is over.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t spend the days moping around. Use this time wisely. It’s an ideal opportunity to catch up with friends you’ve neglected while you’ve been too busy being one half of a loved-up couple.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take up a new sport, learn a new skill, take time out to find out what makes you happy and whether you’re in this relationship because you truly love your girlfriend or you’ve stayed simply out of habit or because you’re scared of being alone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;courtesy of askmen.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;PS: Let's just hope this kinda situation doesn't happen. Gals, not cool to say you need a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688898278664773395-8601447831380065184?l=thatrandomstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8601447831380065184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/tipping-tuesday-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688898278664773395/posts/default/8601447831380065184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688898278664773395/posts/default/8601447831380065184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/tipping-tuesday-2.html' title='Tipping Tuesday #2'/><author><name>Discotheque Dudek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022772165626700344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SWB-95cHyrI/AAAAAAAAACY/u_mz2xHDLuI/S220/closeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688898278664773395.post-7961733148932987873</id><published>2009-01-18T21:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T01:36:41.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mute</title><content type='html'>It was already lunchtime and I hadn't taken my breakfast. Meals scheduling were all bad planned ever since I started staying away from home. Those starvation and dehydration had my stomach growled and grumbled all day. Probably hydrochloric acid parties were held in there, eroding my stomach. So, I decided to drive to a nearby restaurant in to pamper my stomach a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What drink?",&lt;/em&gt; a grumpy man in his late thirties approached me in his deep tone, which sounded like he was having a sorethroat. There was a toothpick gripped between his lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Give me 100 Plus, one",&lt;/em&gt; I answered, while showing my index finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Okay, eat what?",&lt;/em&gt; he asked again, while the toothpick moved according to the rhythm of his mouth movements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Claypot....Chicken Rice...with....Half-cooked Egg", &lt;/em&gt;I stuttered, as I reading it from the menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Okay",&lt;/em&gt; he answered and walked away almost immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to understand that grumpy men will often be straight forward in their talks. It will be wise to follow their waves with no waste of time, otherwise your intention are to trigger their boiling kettle. After my meal, I headed my way to Guardian, a semi pharmacy semi convenience shop just across the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hello, welcome!",&lt;/em&gt; a sweet looking girl at the counter greet me as I walked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded to her and walked my way around the shop. Finally, I decided to grab a 1.5 liter bottle of drinking water to keep around in the event of &lt;em&gt;The Day The Earth Stood Still&lt;/em&gt;. Laziness always had the best of me for boiling water. After all, I don't fancy chlorine taste much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was already a lady at the counter making her payment. I joined in the queue. When it reached my turn;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Good afternoon sir!", &lt;/em&gt;she greet me again with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not do anything but to nod again. There was an urge to smile back at her. But I did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Total is RM1.80."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, I took out my wallet and handed over the notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Thank you and come again!",&lt;/em&gt; she said, without loosen up that obvious intimated smile. &lt;em&gt;"Happy New Year!",&lt;/em&gt; she added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked out holding that bottle of water, without uttering a word. I was disappointed with my responses toward her. She must've thought either I was born mute or I was suffering from grumpy men disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those are to be blamed on my mouth ulcer in my right cheek. It got worsen by that hot claypot chicken. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: Recession can't be an excuse not to drink water. Drink more water readers!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688898278664773395-7961733148932987873?l=thatrandomstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7961733148932987873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/mute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688898278664773395/posts/default/7961733148932987873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688898278664773395/posts/default/7961733148932987873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/mute.html' title='Mute'/><author><name>Discotheque Dudek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022772165626700344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SWB-95cHyrI/AAAAAAAAACY/u_mz2xHDLuI/S220/closeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688898278664773395.post-6646630345639327937</id><published>2009-01-16T19:59:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:19:56.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan Police Tows</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I find forwarded e-mails are entertaining. Especially those with a lot of pictures. Personally, I don't fancy forwarded e-mails full of words. Typically are those with some mail chains or whatever you call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a nice one to share with my readers;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291875987701724674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SXCFLFphdgI/AAAAAAAAAE4/pO1ZUISzDXY/mail1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; What's on the back of the bike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291876614286534354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SXCFvj2-5tI/AAAAAAAAAFA/R9DIzc3R0tg/mail2+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A clearer view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291877009527224370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SXCGGkPtODI/AAAAAAAAAFI/B3-zrWYU18g/mail3+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Expanded and transformed for its use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291877439573260402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 526px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SXCGfmSq-HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Qtau0X1PN0k/mail4+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; It is a police tow bike in Japan! Who's that unlucky one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: Now you know who to forward your pictures e-mails... :)&lt;/em&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/688898278664773395-6646630345639327937?l=thatrandomstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6646630345639327937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/japan-police-tows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688898278664773395/posts/default/6646630345639327937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688898278664773395/posts/default/6646630345639327937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/japan-police-tows.html' title='Japan Police Tows'/><author><name>Discotheque Dudek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022772165626700344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SWB-95cHyrI/AAAAAAAAACY/u_mz2xHDLuI/S220/closeup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SXCFLFphdgI/AAAAAAAAAE4/pO1ZUISzDXY/s72-c/mail1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688898278664773395.post-3743233952572868586</id><published>2009-01-15T02:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T02:58:38.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Egg Tart</title><content type='html'>Only recently I get to eat Tong Kee's Butter Eggtart. They're really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291225581114475874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SW41ocTJxWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/MAP2RRLmmhE/tongkee+tart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean REAL good....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688898278664773395-3743233952572868586?l=thatrandomstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3743233952572868586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/egg-tart.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688898278664773395/posts/default/3743233952572868586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688898278664773395/posts/default/3743233952572868586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/egg-tart.html' title='Egg Tart'/><author><name>Discotheque Dudek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022772165626700344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SWB-95cHyrI/AAAAAAAAACY/u_mz2xHDLuI/S220/closeup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SW41ocTJxWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/MAP2RRLmmhE/s72-c/tongkee+tart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688898278664773395.post-7465776428916488777</id><published>2009-01-13T01:42:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T03:51:00.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tipping Tuesday #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;WARNING: Following post may contain a tower of words. Those tips are for advises and suggestions purposes. Practice it at your own risk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4 Steps to Make A Sincere Apology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is frustrating to have your apology rejected because it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wasn'&lt;/span&gt;t perceived as sincere after humbling yourself enough to deliver the damn thing in the first place. Equally frustrating, is the fact that, more often than not, this perception is accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many ways to get apologies wrong and only a few ways to get them right. But, however you look at it, apologies are usually poorly received due to the huge gap that separates our sincerely felt emotions from the wrong words we used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STEP 1&lt;/strong&gt;: Take responsibility for your actions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can best achieve this repentance by using a simple, straightforward sentence that uses two magic words - I’m sorry. After you’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; uttered those humbling words, address what you did in concise terms. The following examples show accountability through the use of the word “I” and the lack of the word “but”:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I’m sorry I blew off our date."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I’m sorry I said those things about your mother.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should be it. Do not add the feelings you think you incited in the other person (“I’m sorry you misunderstood me” or “I’m sorry your feelings were hurt”); doing so shifts blame away from you, which is the opposite of taking responsibility for your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STEP 2&lt;/strong&gt;: Acknowledge the indirect effects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t need to make a sincere apology if your actions &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hadn&lt;/span&gt;’t resulted in some nasty effects. In step two, you’ll concede to these effects with as much objectivity as you can gather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I’m sorry I blew off our date; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;should've&lt;/span&gt; prioritize you and now it left me in regrets.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I’m sorry I said those things about your mother. They were uncalled for and I should never have let my anger get the better of me.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That objectivity is the key; it shows that you’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been able to get past your ego and to face your mistake with an honest assessment.Whatever you do, once again, do not make assumptions about how the other person is feeling, even if you’re certain that they’re accurate. To avoid this, don’t add any qualifying clauses; they often begin with “if” (“I’m sorry if you got offended”) or “but” (“Sorry about losing my temper, but sometimes you piss me off”). Saying those will eventually waste your efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STEP 3&lt;/strong&gt;: Ask for forgiveness OR offer redress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind that only asking for forgiveness is not always the most appropriate move, since most people receive it apologies most of time. What people really want to know is what you’re going to do to correct the situation, a.k.a. your screw up. Keeping with the previous examples, you can continue to make a sincere apology by adding to them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I’m sorry I blew off our date; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;should've&lt;/span&gt; prioritize you and now it left me in regrets. What do you say about tomorrow and this time you pick the restaurant?” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next example, forgiveness makes sense. If you do request it, do so without putting a time frame on it. Don’t insist on an answer (“Do you forgive me?”), instead give them some mixture of humility and flexibility:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I’m sorry I said those things about your mother. They were uncalled for and I should never have let my anger get the better of me. I hope that you’ll forgive me.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This example is simple and unassuming. When you make a sincere apology, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t the time to impose some moral duty; it’s the time to throw out that hope of forgiveness without implying any demands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STEP 4:&lt;/strong&gt; Shut up and let it end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After expressing an apology. Be quiet and wait for responses. Continuing to talk only waters down everything that’s already been said. More often than not, we see this moment as an opportunity to squeeze in the last word and save face by somehow covering up our mistake. Typically it sounds like this: “But you know, you’re not completely blameless in this whole thing” or “Come on, everybody makes mistakes." In doing so, you’re screwing up the whole apology. Just be as humble as possible until everything is back to the usual state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;courtesy of askmen.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: Hope these tips can help out whoever that offended their boyfriend, girlfriend, daddy, mommy, sisters, brothers, friends and etc etc...&lt;/em&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/688898278664773395-7465776428916488777?l=thatrandomstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7465776428916488777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/tipping-tuesday-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688898278664773395/posts/default/7465776428916488777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688898278664773395/posts/default/7465776428916488777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/tipping-tuesday-1.html' title='Tipping Tuesday #1'/><author><name>Discotheque Dudek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022772165626700344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SWB-95cHyrI/AAAAAAAAACY/u_mz2xHDLuI/S220/closeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688898278664773395.post-157843127707190136</id><published>2009-01-12T03:50:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T05:00:28.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuyears Virus</title><content type='html'>Recently there are these very famous seasonal links. From Christmas to New Year and soon to come Chinese New Year or maybe even King's birthday?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever received them? I had a couple of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290140308325755394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SWpalQG7agI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5O8l9DXs_pg/nuyearvirus2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, my advise is simple. Click on it to experience new viruses in your computer! Kidding, just close the window when you see it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: Daily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggin&lt;/span&gt;' determination still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;flamin&lt;/span&gt;' hot!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688898278664773395-157843127707190136?l=thatrandomstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/feeds/157843127707190136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/nuyears-virus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688898278664773395/posts/default/157843127707190136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688898278664773395/posts/default/157843127707190136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/nuyears-virus.html' title='Nuyears Virus'/><author><name>Discotheque Dudek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022772165626700344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SWB-95cHyrI/AAAAAAAAACY/u_mz2xHDLuI/S220/closeup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SWpalQG7agI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5O8l9DXs_pg/s72-c/nuyearvirus2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688898278664773395.post-2294082906081457533</id><published>2009-01-11T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:15:05.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Price Comparing</title><content type='html'>It was Friday and Mid Valley shopping mall was filled to excess with the usual crowds. Jobless housewives with their after school kids were busy walking around the mall, for nothing. Mid Valley was well known for being the most crowded mall with the best selling on everything, compared to other malls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aggravated, my friend, Ming Kee and I were at the most populated floor, the lower ground Jusco floor for our brunch. The earlier mentioned unemployeed mothers and their kids were part of the population crowding Jusco to grab their Chinese New Year tidbits and snacks. Somehow, it appeared to be more like a Hungry Ghost Festival there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey Dude, the star pillow!",&lt;/em&gt; Ming Kee screamed while she pointed at the yellow colour star shaped pillow with a smiley face on it. &lt;em&gt;"How much is it?",&lt;/em&gt; she asked the lady who stood beside the booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"10 ringgit",&lt;/em&gt; she replied with her most intimidating smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Erm....nevermind lah"&lt;/em&gt; Ming Kee uttered.&lt;em&gt; "Because previously I bought the big one for the same price."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady's forced smile immediately changed hostile as we walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Things are so expensive here",&lt;/em&gt; Ming Kee complained. &lt;em&gt;"I can get the same thing at cheaper price in Sungei Wang!"&lt;/em&gt;, she added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It is like that here, not like you don't already know",&lt;/em&gt; I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yeah, seriously next time we could just window shop here and buy it in Sungei Wang."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Stop mumbling there already!",&lt;/em&gt; I growled, cutting off her murmuring as we reached KFC for our brunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At there, KFC was bursting at the seams just like any other restaurants. It wasn't much option for us but to join the queue satisfying Ming Kee's sudden crave for KFC food. After meal, we continued our walk to burn some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey, the clothes in here not bad",&lt;/em&gt; I commented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yeah, grab one or two then",&lt;/em&gt; Ming Kee replied, in her most sarcastic tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Not that I don't want to, but I have issues with the price",&lt;/em&gt; I said. &lt;em&gt;"I can get the same thing at the cheaper price in Sungei Wang!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh my god! Since when you starts to sound like me?!",&lt;/em&gt; she uttered, showing her surprised reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Haha..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just laughed while walking our way out of the clothing store. There will always be some price comparing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688898278664773395-2294082906081457533?l=thatrandomstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2294082906081457533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/price-comparing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688898278664773395/posts/default/2294082906081457533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688898278664773395/posts/default/2294082906081457533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/price-comparing.html' title='Price Comparing'/><author><name>Discotheque Dudek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022772165626700344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SWB-95cHyrI/AAAAAAAAACY/u_mz2xHDLuI/S220/closeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688898278664773395.post-8137106871355521893</id><published>2009-01-10T02:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T02:40:47.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freak Juice</title><content type='html'>Out of curiousity, I drank the freak juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was combination of blended bitter gourd + celery + beetroot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289360541029902786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SWeVY0kOKcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/4b1Y8GpP5ZY/s400/weird+drink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the outcome of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly I finished it, in one gulp. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More of this story at &lt;a href="http://mingkeelovesstars.blogspot.com/2009/01/mid-valley-day-out.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: Somehow I feel more freakish now. Beware!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688898278664773395-8137106871355521893?l=thatrandomstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8137106871355521893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/freak-juice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688898278664773395/posts/default/8137106871355521893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688898278664773395/posts/default/8137106871355521893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/freak-juice.html' title='Freak Juice'/><author><name>Discotheque Dudek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022772165626700344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SWB-95cHyrI/AAAAAAAAACY/u_mz2xHDLuI/S220/closeup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SWeVY0kOKcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/4b1Y8GpP5ZY/s72-c/weird+drink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688898278664773395.post-8315458535506128477</id><published>2009-01-08T13:12:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T05:32:06.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets of Mobile Phone</title><content type='html'>It was last year when I first lost my mobile phone. You can read about the story &lt;a href="http://freestyliquified.vox.com/library/post/missing.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. It wasn't a good feeling when you lost your phone. You'll craved for the contact list rather than the phone, at least for me. Or maybe both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I discovered the total of FOUR secrets of mobile phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First situation, what if you're stranded in an unknown place with a phone that you're not even familiar with? No worries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Emergency Number worldwide for Mobile is &lt;strong&gt;112&lt;/strong&gt;. If you find yourself out of the coverage area of your mobile network and there is an emergency, dial 112 and the mobile will search any existing network to establish the emergency number for you, and interestingly this number 112 can be dialed even if the keypad is locked. Try it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation two;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Damn! My car keys and remote left in the car and it went auto lock!", &lt;/em&gt;Mr. Careless screamed, as he went panicking.&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No worry, hear this secret number two!",&lt;/em&gt; Dude said, while calming down Mr. Careless.&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;If you lock your keys in the car and the spare keys are at home, call someone at home on their mobile phone from your cell phone. Hold your cell phone about a foot from your car door and have the person at your home press the unlock button, holding it near his mobile phone. Your car will unlock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation number three,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eh, you heard about that countdown day scandal?", &lt;/em&gt;Miss Gossip X said&lt;br /&gt;on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What?! What?! Tell! Tell!",&lt;/em&gt; Miss Gossip Y asked curiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Neh, that Du........",&lt;/em&gt; Miss Gossip X uttered while her voice faded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hello?! Hello?! Eh, haven't finish lah!",&lt;/em&gt; Miss Gossip Y realised her phone was out of battery.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Bet you didn't know there're hidden power in your cellphone. Imagine your mobile battery is very low. To activate, press the keys &lt;strong&gt;*3370#.&lt;/strong&gt; Your mobile will restart with this reserve and the instrument will show a 50% increase in battery. This reserve will get charged when you charge your mobile next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last situation, your phone got stolen. Full stop. You can't get back your phone now but you don't want the theft to use your phone too. How to disable a stolen mobile phone. To check your mobile phone's serial number, key in the following digits on your phone: &lt;strong&gt;* # 0 6 # ,&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; a 15 digit code will appear on the screen. This number is unique to your handset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write it down and keep it somewhere safe. If your phone is stolen, you can phone your service provider and give them this code. They will then be able to block your handset so even if the thief changes the SIM card, your phone will be totally useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, pay me for the lessons!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688898278664773395-8315458535506128477?l=thatrandomstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8315458535506128477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/secrets-of-mobile-phone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688898278664773395/posts/default/8315458535506128477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688898278664773395/posts/default/8315458535506128477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/secrets-of-mobile-phone.html' title='Secrets of Mobile Phone'/><author><name>Discotheque Dudek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022772165626700344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SWB-95cHyrI/AAAAAAAAACY/u_mz2xHDLuI/S220/closeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688898278664773395.post-4012374420478845713</id><published>2009-01-07T02:42:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T05:29:45.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Map</title><content type='html'>It was last year, to be precise - just a couple of month back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend of mine, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Siu&lt;/span&gt; Zen came back from Singapore after sometime. We decided for a casual outing at Mid Valley; tagging along the newly coupled, Edward and Mei Hui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Siu&lt;/span&gt; Zen insisted me to drive her;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aiya&lt;/span&gt;, can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;",&lt;/em&gt; she babbled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't want &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, you ask Mei Hui okay?"&lt;/em&gt;, I answered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No, very easy only.....",&lt;/em&gt; she continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took a day convincing her I was the worst navigator in the planet. At last, I surrendered on her stubbornness and I decided to give a try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, she e-mailed me a map...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288260741975506050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SWOtIF0X_II/AAAAAAAAADo/HCSB-HwUhvU/s400/map.jpg" border="0" /&gt;....that drew by her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;End of the day, I managed to arrived her place without getting lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;PS: The map is sorta cute.............................. but the artist is just the opposite.&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/688898278664773395-4012374420478845713?l=thatrandomstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4012374420478845713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/map.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688898278664773395/posts/default/4012374420478845713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688898278664773395/posts/default/4012374420478845713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/map.html' title='The Map'/><author><name>Discotheque Dudek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022772165626700344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SWB-95cHyrI/AAAAAAAAACY/u_mz2xHDLuI/S220/closeup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SWOtIF0X_II/AAAAAAAAADo/HCSB-HwUhvU/s72-c/map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688898278664773395.post-6453705365368746043</id><published>2009-01-06T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T01:17:43.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neverending Assignments</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was an assignment. Actually there were two! Huh?! More? Three?! What?!! Four assignments undone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm having FOUR undone assignments. Currently I'm very sleepy but I have to end it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287859318787865842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SWJACL6W_PI/AAAAAAAAADY/3z-mPw5yHvo/s400/emosleepy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to continue them. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688898278664773395-6453705365368746043?l=thatrandomstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6453705365368746043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/neverending-assignments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688898278664773395/posts/default/6453705365368746043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688898278664773395/posts/default/6453705365368746043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/neverending-assignments.html' title='Neverending Assignments'/><author><name>Discotheque Dudek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022772165626700344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SWB-95cHyrI/AAAAAAAAACY/u_mz2xHDLuI/S220/closeup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SWJACL6W_PI/AAAAAAAAADY/3z-mPw5yHvo/s72-c/emosleepy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688898278664773395.post-1561787922670012151</id><published>2009-01-04T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:38:49.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Somehow, I felt that there wasn't much achieved last year but best of hope much will be achievable in this year of angry bulls. New year, new resolution. Here you go;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play less games &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(did not mention any quitting alright)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Less procrastination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Update blog more often!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a healthy eating (less fast food, more home food)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep in touch with old friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stay cheerful (still keeping the emo fashion) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More sports activities&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shower friends with gifts (with sincerity)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255);font-size:100%;color:#666666;"  &gt;Quit alcohol&lt;/span&gt; (I try my best okay?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Happy 2009 to everyone and best of luck~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688898278664773395-1561787922670012151?l=thatrandomstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1561787922670012151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688898278664773395/posts/default/1561787922670012151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688898278664773395/posts/default/1561787922670012151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-resolutions.html' title='2009 Resolutions'/><author><name>Discotheque Dudek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022772165626700344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SWB-95cHyrI/AAAAAAAAACY/u_mz2xHDLuI/S220/closeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688898278664773395.post-3365228038883504428</id><published>2009-01-02T07:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T05:15:54.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rushing for Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was in the train gazing out the window when the fireworks exploded. The blooming fireworks marks the ending of the year Rat and the beginning of the Ox year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sitting opposite me, there were two foreign ladies. They were peeping at me for several times, whispering to each others ear in their language. There was an urge in me wanted to wish them Happy New Year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imagine if I did, there will be ended up with two possibilities. Either they'll warmly greet me back, or ignore me and leave me embarrassed. Not knowing their reaction pulling me back from risking it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They continued their whispers and giggled among themselves. I held my curiosity and stayed cool. One station after another;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"Next station, Bangsar. Bangsar"&lt;/span&gt;, the announcement radio sounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Slowly, I stood up and walked out from the train. Then, I stole a quick glance at them through the window. They quickly looked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and walked my way towards the exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-size:78%;" &gt;PS: New year, new blog. Hope to see some supports from you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688898278664773395-3365228038883504428?l=thatrandomstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3365228038883504428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688898278664773395/posts/default/3365228038883504428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688898278664773395/posts/default/3365228038883504428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatrandomstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-2009.html' title='Rushing for Countdown'/><author><name>Discotheque Dudek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022772165626700344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zigqI8-TC9E/SWB-95cHyrI/AAAAAAAAACY/u_mz2xHDLuI/S220/closeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
