<?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-998517816564761606</id><updated>2011-08-02T10:57:00.533+08:00</updated><category term='A Slice of Life?'/><title type='text'>D Y S W I S ? - Where there is actual substance!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>315</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-2457536978217304543</id><published>2011-01-30T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T01:09:18.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out with the Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi faithful and unfaithful readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to freeze this account as I am too lazy to adjust the formatting should I wish to have a new template. Also since I decided to change my atmosphere in postings, I thought, why not just start a new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I have, so feel free to check it out over &lt;a href="http://noelism.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998517816564761606-2457536978217304543?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/2457536978217304543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=2457536978217304543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/2457536978217304543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/2457536978217304543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2011/01/out-with-old.html' title='Out with the Old'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-6542608555296156009</id><published>2010-08-18T12:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T21:44:14.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Razak vs Rzeznik</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;peonxian says: (12:46:04 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Razak also asks if she has experience jumping off a building as she has testified that the body was found further from the building than in the usual case of suicide by jumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;rzeznik says: (12:46:35 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;rzeznik says: (12:46:40 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I thought I was stupid&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/998517816564761606-6542608555296156009?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/6542608555296156009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=6542608555296156009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/6542608555296156009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/6542608555296156009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2010/08/razak-vs-rzeznik.html' title='Razak vs Rzeznik'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-4728283584868760677</id><published>2010-08-10T16:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T16:32:33.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It never ceases to amaze me how people can be so full of themselves. Full of shit. Even in their supposed time of suffering, they dramatize it to such extravagance - seeking tools duller than they are for their attention. I guess money &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt; buy everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is cliche to say that they are nowhere near knowing what suffering is about. Nowhere knowing what misfortune and real shit is. Open your damn eyes. Take a look around. Stop blaming others around you for what you are going through. It is a slap to the face of others that have less than you but yet still get on with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some even go as far as to blame their beliefs. In this case, they blame God. Sure they don't have the courage to outwardly say it but it is so obvious. Why would you lose faith in someone if that someone didn't do anything wrong? Does that someone owe you anything? Is that someone expected to answer you the way you want it? Are you expecting the whole world to collectively agree and tell you things you want to hear? Absurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us do not even have the privilege and luxury of good education but yet we still make the most of our lives trying to get by from day to day. Some of us do not even have a nice house and a family that we can go home to for peace and comfort. There are some people who will be indebted to the bank and the government their entire life paying off loans for their meager house and basic car. These people don't even complain. In fact they are happy to be able to have a home and a means of transportation other than this country's crappy public transportation. Don't even get me started on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your decisions are yours to make. What you choose to do with your life is your own. To blame others is weakness in not being able to acknowledge your own limitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the cryptic vague details of one's whining about how life has taken its toll is a carefully worded concealment of feared exposure of stupidity at the same time crying out for attention that only will be responded with superficial words of comfort that will have no substance and true value.&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/998517816564761606-4728283584868760677?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/4728283584868760677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=4728283584868760677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/4728283584868760677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/4728283584868760677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2010/08/nice-one.html' title='Nice One'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-7302104365881135390</id><published>2010-07-02T18:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T19:05:37.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back at Halftime 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So it's been a heck of a first half of the year. I couldn't even believe that it came to a point where blogging felt like a chore. Furthermore, I don't think that there are many people who read this site anyway so I guess it doesn't really matter. Let's run through the random thoughts in my head until I come up with something worth talking about. Thomas Cup was meh, World Cup is meh'ing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever come to a point in life whereby after a day's work you don't want to do anything else but just go back to your home and the comfort of your room and just do whatever it is you like doing, if only it would calm you down or take your mind off the soil you toil to earn your keep to stay alive in this dumb filled world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting lazy and losing track of what I want to say. Double cheese burger.&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/998517816564761606-7302104365881135390?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/7302104365881135390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=7302104365881135390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/7302104365881135390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/7302104365881135390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2010/07/back-at-halftime-2010.html' title='Back at Halftime 2010'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-1407995540168358346</id><published>2010-01-31T02:12:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T18:52:33.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Talking 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another night during the weekend where I should be mustering every bit of sleep I can get to compensate for the years I lack. However procrastination takes hold of me for some reason that I just want to avoid being in a helpless unconscious state for as long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Understanding the Source.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had people try to one up you in things you say? It seems like it is their purpose to tell you that they have experienced more than you had. If it's something good, they'll try to imply it is nothing compared to what they had. If it's something bad, they'll make it a mission to convince you that they had worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a conversation with Rayn few hours ago about coveting other people. Through my explanation of why people need to be trendy; who need to own things that others do; I just came to a new level of realization that the reasons why they do so, are because of their insecurities. They feel lack of self worth then they lack what others have. They feel that by following what others do, trying their best to look great with fashion and possessions just like the everybody else, would give themselves more value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However they do not know the substance of this value. They don't even know if this "value" that they have chosen to fill themselves with are worth much or at all. It is human nature to continue searching for purpose in life; having the sense of fulfillment in their lives. They fear of ending up living a meaningless life, an empty shell that lives day by day awaiting their inevitable end of existences.&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/998517816564761606-1407995540168358346?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/1407995540168358346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=1407995540168358346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/1407995540168358346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/1407995540168358346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2010/01/art-of-talking-1.html' title='The Art of Talking 1'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-5332695745622649369</id><published>2010-01-04T01:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T23:23:15.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Late Than Never, The Man in the Mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As the great King of Pop once sang about anybody who wants to make the world a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many people actually sing this song but not realize that it also applies to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I procrastinate...&lt;br /&gt;as I fight the need and responsibility...&lt;br /&gt;to get enough rest for the day ahead of me...&lt;br /&gt;the first day of work of the year...&lt;br /&gt;I want to make this day last just a little bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gain the motivation to write about my reflections on the ever occurring and recurring thoughts. The thoughts by without God's gift to me, wouldn't mean anything as I would be just like any other, going on with their lives being unconscious of the world bigger than us. Which was what I procrastinated in doing in the first place. Here is a preview of things that I would like to elaborate on in future writings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The Art of Talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is power in words. Surely you know this that words of encouragement lifts people up just as words of demoralizing value drag people down. Words are methods with which beings communicate. There is some sort of dualism that the world adopts. Some people believe that we "should not judge a book by its cover" while there are those who believe first impressions are everything. It is not surprising to know there are people who preach both of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that first impressions are significant enough that it  gives those who are discerning, a little insight or premonition into the true being of a person. I believe that we were created as beings that were not meant to lie. It was not in our original specifications. Reason being that no matter how much effort a person puts into concealing the truth, it eventually falters. Depending on how well, or how bad the person can keep from everything falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be expanded upon in an individual article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The Way of Doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If certain things are meant to be done knowing very well that it is for good, why do people not do it? Why do people wait for others to do it when they could have easily took the initiative themselves, in many cases saving more time and energy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we so lazy that we have to wait for someone else that comes along to pick that litter of trash up? Why are we so hypocritical that we are quick to condemn the act of others when we ourselves could have done something about it instead of waiting for the "right people" to handle it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we expect others to live a life of good will and kindness when we ourselves do not practice it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be expanded upon in an individual article.&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/998517816564761606-5332695745622649369?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/5332695745622649369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=5332695745622649369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/5332695745622649369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/5332695745622649369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2010/01/better-late-than-ever-man-in-mirror.html' title='Better Late Than Never, The Man in the Mirror'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-416024992732517698</id><published>2009-12-16T16:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T16:35:13.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Go Full</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (4:26:59 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone gets famous being a retard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;peonxian says: (4:28:37 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey I think you're a retard, why aren't you famous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (4:28:48 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont act as one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (4:28:50 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;peonxian says: (4:29:24 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sort of comes naturally&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/998517816564761606-416024992732517698?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/416024992732517698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=416024992732517698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/416024992732517698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/416024992732517698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/12/never-go-full.html' title='Never Go Full'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-1950102020335639698</id><published>2009-12-02T16:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T16:24:43.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is That A Good Thing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (4:13:55 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking&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/998517816564761606-1950102020335639698?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/1950102020335639698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=1950102020335639698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/1950102020335639698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/1950102020335639698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/12/is-that-good-thing.html' title='Is That A Good Thing?'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-432985836240024683</id><published>2009-11-25T11:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T16:22:21.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How About the Offdays?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (11:26:00 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I feel stupid&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/998517816564761606-432985836240024683?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/432985836240024683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=432985836240024683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/432985836240024683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/432985836240024683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-about-offdays.html' title='How About the Offdays?'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-6597529206431904065</id><published>2009-11-18T13:58:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T15:31:52.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wonderful Dark and Gloomy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is nearing the end of the year, where the country experiences, what I would like to call "Malaysian Winter". Of course it wouldn't snow, though I wish it would, but it rains almost everyday and the sky is dark and cloudy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now hold on!" You might say. Wondering why I would enjoy the darkness of the atmosphere as oppose to most people preferring a bright sunny day. Well it's pretty simple in that a sunny day has high probabilities of it being hot. I hate the heat. Who likes the heat? Burning up and sweating. Such a hindrance and inconvenience getting through the day... and night. Yes I am one of those really rare people that still has no air conditioner in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me break it down for you. Rain and darkness. Why I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain comes down on everyone without prejudice, being a blessing or curse to all of us. Most people would complain about it causing them problems like traffic jams and floods. If you really think about it, the rain does not cause jams and floods. It is the poorly planned "development" of the country that caused this. Think of the rain as showing the failures of the "system".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain clears the air of dirt and pollution, allowing us to breathe freely of clean crisp air. The air that is free, for you and me. It releases the heat trapped on the ground into the air cooling the temperature around us, providing a refreshing yet relaxing feeling of comfort, especially when we sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the darkness. The darkness covers everything with the absence of light. Hiding every detail perceivable by the eyes. Which includes the ugliness and imperfections of people on their actions. Concealing them from view, allows for focus on other things which are more pleasurable to one's self. Just like the state of having the eyes closed, but this time having the same effect without needing to close the eyes. More power to those who are adapt at making their way through the dark. Familiarizing themselves with the way things are and not what the eyes perceive them to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's beginning to feel like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the most wonderful time of the year&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/998517816564761606-6597529206431904065?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/6597529206431904065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=6597529206431904065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/6597529206431904065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/6597529206431904065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/11/wonderful-dark-and-gloomy.html' title='The Wonderful Dark and Gloomy'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-4548695409907812480</id><published>2009-11-03T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T22:08:56.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Thy Neighbour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is the only thing from me actually crippling them with my bare hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can the people speak of unity among ourselves and tolerance among each other when they are the very people who go against it? How can they demand or expect respect from others when they do everything that makes people lose respect for them even more? The people in this country are shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, few minutes ago. I was very close in committing a criminal offense. Rayn and I were turning into a narrow lane in my housing area where we were already half way through when this old man was slowly turning at the opposite end and proceeded to head towards us slowly. Now we were already more than half way through the lane now and I assumed that seeing he was slower he would reverse a little and give us way so that we can just get the hell out of there and on with our lives. Apparently assholes are still around irregardless of age. He just waited there for something to happen. He even turned off his lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had enough of that shit so I got out of the car and went to speak with him. I could see fear in his eyes when I approached him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him what seems to be the problem.&lt;br /&gt;He said we were in his way.&lt;br /&gt;I asked seeing that we were already more than half way through the lane, if he would have been so kind as to just reverse a little and give us way.&lt;br /&gt;He goes into defensive mode saying that he was in the lane first and that we sped through.&lt;br /&gt;I told him that was not what I saw and still asked if he could be so kind as to give way seeing that he had a short way back to reverse.&lt;br /&gt;He refused to budge reiterating the same thing over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;He also said he was driving slowly into the lane when he saw us.&lt;br /&gt;I told him at that time we were already in that lane when he was turning in slowly and since he was turning in slowly he could've just stopped and reversed a bit.&lt;br /&gt;I told him it doesn't matter who's in the right or wrong and asked again if he would be so kind as to just give us way.&lt;br /&gt;He kept quiet for a bit and reluctantly said he would.&lt;br /&gt;That was when I snapped and said "You know what? Forget it. Sorry for bothering you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got back in the car and asked Rayn to reverse all the way back. There was a car on the back of our lane waiting to turn in but couldn't and was observing the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course words can't describe how angry I am with the people of this kind of mentality in this country. What makes me furious is that these assholes get away with it and there is nothing I can do about it. Fuck this country. Fuck the people in this country. I need to get out of here.&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/998517816564761606-4548695409907812480?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/4548695409907812480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=4548695409907812480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/4548695409907812480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/4548695409907812480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-thy-neighbour.html' title='Love Thy Neighbour'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-4772404726604556791</id><published>2009-10-20T15:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T15:30:56.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Look Nub</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (3:27:27 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the fuak am I so damn many things to do lol&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/998517816564761606-4772404726604556791?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/4772404726604556791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=4772404726604556791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/4772404726604556791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/4772404726604556791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/10/am-i-look-nub.html' title='Am I Look Nub'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-1301019738812115091</id><published>2009-10-16T13:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T13:10:29.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think Therefore...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;peonxian says: (1:03:48 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you ever talk about future life planning and expectations with any of your girlfriends at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;peonxian says: (1:04:11 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of just going on blindly with life and the relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;peonxian says: (1:04:26 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait nevermind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (1:05:13 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (1:05:22 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u really almost think that I would go there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;peonxian says: (1:05:37 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah you're right. I'm sorry I thought better of you&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/998517816564761606-1301019738812115091?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/1301019738812115091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=1301019738812115091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/1301019738812115091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/1301019738812115091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-therefore.html' title='I Think Therefore...'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-2699860746230472015</id><published>2009-10-06T17:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T17:33:08.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Could You Repeat That?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m: (5:26:59 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;oh fuck im sneezing non stop and now my head fkn hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peonxian says: (5:27:26 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;infinite loop error&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m: (5:27:30 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;fuck you&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/998517816564761606-2699860746230472015?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/2699860746230472015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=2699860746230472015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/2699860746230472015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/2699860746230472015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/10/could-you-repeat-that.html' title='Could You Repeat That?'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-3666179702266425441</id><published>2009-09-06T13:10:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:32:49.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Like to Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SqPH8WJ02cI/AAAAAAAAAWw/pVbN9CXlDzw/s1600-h/eternity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 343px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SqPH8WJ02cI/AAAAAAAAAWw/pVbN9CXlDzw/s320/eternity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378362219563375042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just woke up not too long ago. Had myself a toasted ham and cheese sandwich. Feeling satisfied with the concert I had just been to last night. September 5, 2009 is when Michael Learns to Rock returned for a one night only concert at Genting Highlands. It was held in the "open air" Arena of the Stars.&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/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SqNLagcfhbI/AAAAAAAAAVw/85pxILKsQd0/s1600-h/journey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SqNLagcfhbI/AAAAAAAAAVw/85pxILKsQd0/s200/journey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378225298768627122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We traveled with Marc and his sister, who were nice enough to drive us there as well as his other sister helping us to get good seats! Thanks again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, it felt kind of fun traveling with them, especially the part where we stopped to get foodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way there, we stopped for a while to get some breaths of fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SqNM2rHaG9I/AAAAAAAAAV4/q4NNIAsgR3Q/s1600-h/before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SqNM2rHaG9I/AAAAAAAAAV4/q4NNIAsgR3Q/s200/before.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378226882180946898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once we arrived there, we noticed there were a lot of barricades and police around. I guess they were there to prevent from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything that would disrupt the show&lt;/span&gt;. We took a Coffee Bean break before entering the Arena. LOL bean break... Now it is very rare I order hot drinks at these places. I noticed that they topped our drinks with around 2 inches of foam. What a rip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got into the arena and waited a bit before the show actually started. When the lights went out and the voice over was making the announcement, welcoming us to the show. When he was about to present the performers, everybody was cheering so lively with anticipation when the announcer finished his line by introducing some Andrew Tan or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SqNOYaaJsjI/AAAAAAAAAWA/bt9euLfsnls/s1600-h/opening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SqNOYaaJsjI/AAAAAAAAAWA/bt9euLfsnls/s200/opening.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378228561323340338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The crowds' cheer then gradually turn into jeering of boo's. I wonder how that guy must have felt. Obviously by now he was the opening act for the night. He sang a chinese song which most of us did not really care for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I noticed was that he was wearing something that looked like a blue rain coat. It was glossy and had a hood. It was bright blue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd did give him a good applause and cheering when he was finished. I guess we're all quite supportive of the local scene. Most of us anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SqNQb1AcxTI/AAAAAAAAAWI/ESFl6DiHaqg/s1600-h/there+they+are.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 136px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SqNQb1AcxTI/AAAAAAAAAWI/ESFl6DiHaqg/s200/there+they+are.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378230819026158898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that, we waited for a long ass while before anything happened. During this wait, they were playing some classical music(still identifying) which was pretty frickin' long. And only towards the end of that did Michael Learns to Rock finally appear. I was wondering if they were stopped  by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a certain political party&lt;/span&gt; or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh if you haven't already noticed, yes my phone camera is crap for capturing objects far away as well as with poor lighting. At least I have proof I was there. They started out with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Sleeping Child&lt;/span&gt; to everybody's delight. The lead guitarist, Mikkel Lentz was quite jovial and happy. We thought he was high or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere a third of the show, lead singer and keyboardist Jascha Richter went on a break while their new lady bassist, butchered one of mine and Rayn's favorite song, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Took My Heart Away&lt;/span&gt;. She sang too high and I predicted she could not do the bridge because it was even higher and I was correct. It was a teeth gritting experience. Oh well, I guess they wanted to give her the opportunity or something. We cheered for her nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jascha came back wearing a t-shirt with a leopard on it. Before this was wearing a suit.  I guess he found out it was too formal and warm for our kind of weather. They proceeded to introduce to us newer songs from their latest album; Eternity. They were alright. I'm sure the fans were more interested in the older songs. It was then the bands' turn to go in the back for a break while Jascha did some solo songs with his Korg, which was quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere towards the middle until the end of the show, there was this stupid reporter bitch who was sitting 2 rows in front of me (GD 101) . She was so busy taking pictures of herself and her friend. Pointing the SLR towards our direction and constantly blinding us with the flashes. Hey bitch, if you're reading this... you were there to cover the show on Michael Learns to Rock and not yourself. Also, how many photos do you need of yourself and friend? You were there for the fucking show. She even had 3 different cameras. A DLSR, a compact and her phone camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of cameras, many people brought theirs and were either taking photos or recording video. It clearly stated that no image/video capturing devices were allowed. The attendants were poorly equipped to handle such mass of pirates. Towards the end, they just didn't give a shit anymore which caused a whole lot of the fans to crowd at the foot of the stage for closer shots. Some retards actually took pictures of themselves a distance away with their backs to the stage. They were going for that pose "Hey look I'm at a [geographic location]!" Only that it was a fucking concert. Such respect to the performers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one song which I couldn't remember, that Jascha confessed that was the only song that was of rock genre that they ever had in their repertoire. Jascha was pretty funny throughout the night while introducing songs every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SqNVeoE3ziI/AAAAAAAAAWg/6HmN1mRQS4Y/s1600-h/them.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SqNVeoE3ziI/AAAAAAAAAWg/6HmN1mRQS4Y/s320/them.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378236364652793378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rayn and I were waiting anxiously for one of the songs which we noticed had not been played. Much to our excitement they did it as their finale; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paint My Love&lt;/span&gt;. Of course in most concerts it doesn't end just like that. They came back to do a couple more songs for the encore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;25 Minutes&lt;/span&gt; much to the wild cheer and approval of the crowd. Towards the end of the song, Jascha did something funny where after one of the repeat of the chorus, he switched to Air Supply's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All Out of Love&lt;/span&gt; chorus and said that it had the same progression, then switched back to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;25 Minutes&lt;/span&gt; chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They then did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wild Women&lt;/span&gt; which I was hoping for because it was one of their more upbeat songs. They managed to make it more rock'ish whereby at the end they had just the drums and the crowd chanting the chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their final-final song was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's Why (You Go Away)&lt;/span&gt;. Jascha tried to be funny saying it was a new song when he proceeded to play the piano intro. The crowds were going wild and then he said he was surprised that they knew it when the band didn't even know it. He continued to tease the crowd by playing a variation of tunes with the chord progression of the song. He finally started the song where everybody was singing along louder than everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, it ended wonderfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SqNXlso4-vI/AAAAAAAAAWo/iWdDciFExhQ/s1600-h/the+walk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SqNXlso4-vI/AAAAAAAAAWo/iWdDciFExhQ/s200/the+walk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378238685159946994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were then herded out of the Arena like cattle. All in all it was good, there weren't any shitty people that were pushing around within the moving crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to Genting this time around felt more pleasant. I guess it is experiences like these that make people want to always return to the highlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are my age and listened to music. You would definitely have listened to a fair bit of their songs while growing up, especially during early high school days. Back then, I felt their songs were too clean cut. But now listening to their songs again, I have a new sense of appreciation for the songs, especially when listening to the lyrics. For me, their songs will be considered evergreen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully for eternity.&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/998517816564761606-3666179702266425441?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/3666179702266425441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=3666179702266425441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/3666179702266425441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/3666179702266425441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/09/me-like-to-rock.html' title='Me Like to Rock'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SqPH8WJ02cI/AAAAAAAAAWw/pVbN9CXlDzw/s72-c/eternity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-6946031000680060429</id><published>2009-09-04T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T16:47:43.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's A Lot of... Doing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (4:42:22 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;when u did too much shit in your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (4:42:24 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;u die early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (4:42:38 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;but then, if you do shit loads of shit in your life, you get to be the most powerful person, and live longer&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/998517816564761606-6946031000680060429?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/6946031000680060429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=6946031000680060429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/6946031000680060429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/6946031000680060429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/09/thats-lot-of-doing.html' title='That&apos;s A Lot of... Doing'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-1551995620893125802</id><published>2009-09-03T11:28:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T11:36:55.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another One of Those Mornings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So earlier in the morning I was questioning his sexual orientation.&lt;br /&gt;When all of a sudden...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (11:23:42 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;so this saturday u're gay for outback?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peonxian says: (11:26:18 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;wtf did you just say to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&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/998517816564761606-1551995620893125802?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/1551995620893125802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=1551995620893125802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/1551995620893125802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (12:09:32 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;wat u doing now honey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (12:09:47 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;aww fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (12:09:49 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;wrong message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel nauseous...&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/998517816564761606-351352143602634542?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-5705299725855656446</id><published>2009-09-01T13:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:08:42.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Step to Self Improvement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (1:05:24 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I KNOW I'M FUCKING FAT!&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/998517816564761606-5705299725855656446?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-3564431785414234830</id><published>2009-08-25T12:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:02:20.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Fulfilling Prophecy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eric was talking about himself being able to look like a triad member. While I said they had douchey looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eric - A breath of fresh air says: (11:57:12 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;pissed off eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eric - A breath of fresh air says: (11:57:20 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;lawl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peonxian v.01d 曾近贤 says: (11:57:46 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;chinky douche eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eric - A breath of fresh air says: (11:57:53 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peonxian v.01d 曾近贤 says: (11:58:05 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you're doing it right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eric - A breath of fresh air says: (11:58:17 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;diaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eric - A breath of fresh air says: (11:58:17 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;=[&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/998517816564761606-3564431785414234830?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/3564431785414234830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=3564431785414234830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/3564431785414234830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/3564431785414234830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/08/self-fulfilling-prophecy.html' title='Self Fulfilling Prophecy'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-1639111921368850661</id><published>2009-08-21T16:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:31:23.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Cleaning Purposes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (4:05:05 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;got once i go to this hotel toilet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (4:05:15 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;then my shit was so damn long that it clogged the toilet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peonxian v.01d 曾近贤 says: (4:11:24 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;langkawi right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peonxian v.01d 曾近贤 says: (4:11:27 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i heard you took a shit in everybody's room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (4:12:21 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (4:12:23 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;nop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (4:12:28 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;langkawi was clorine poisoning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (4:12:36 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;i have to shit out all the chlorine in my ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (4:17:33 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;the long shit was like, you pulling a rope outta your ass&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/998517816564761606-1639111921368850661?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/1639111921368850661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=1639111921368850661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/1639111921368850661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/1639111921368850661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-cleaning-purposes.html' title='For Cleaning Purposes'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-4962133133214491639</id><published>2009-08-18T11:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:23:17.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Things Just Won't Go Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (11:07:18 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;my keyboard is inside my bro's room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (11:07:21 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;but i stil got access into it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (11:07:35 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;he uses it to play doraemon song for his retarded superstar wanan be gf&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/998517816564761606-4962133133214491639?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-5983019784387860223</id><published>2009-08-01T04:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:45:48.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>McBreakfast to McBreakfast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I started my day with a McDonald's breakfast. I ended it with one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, nothing like having meaningful conversations with a friend at this time of morning. When they world is sleeping, except for some douchebags at McDonald's trying to act tough among their peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight and morning!&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/998517816564761606-5983019784387860223?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/5983019784387860223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=5983019784387860223' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/5983019784387860223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/5983019784387860223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/08/mcbreakfast-to-mcbreakfast.html' title='McBreakfast to McBreakfast'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-8860395083015037856</id><published>2009-07-24T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T23:08:40.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Were A Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If I were a girl&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I could understand&lt;br /&gt;I'd be so damn retarded&lt;br /&gt;I'll always blame it all on the man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All Rights Reserved. Copyright © Pneoxian 2009&lt;/span&gt;&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/998517816564761606-8860395083015037856?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/8860395083015037856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=8860395083015037856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/8860395083015037856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/8860395083015037856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-i-were-girl.html' title='If I Were A Girl'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-7385729301702364486</id><published>2009-07-21T09:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T09:45:13.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams Are Serious Business</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (9:40:46 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;i need the whole fucking day to install shit into my brain&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/998517816564761606-7385729301702364486?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/7385729301702364486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=7385729301702364486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/7385729301702364486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/7385729301702364486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/07/exams-are-serious-business.html' title='Exams Are Serious Business'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-9087572028346284752</id><published>2009-07-17T21:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T02:24:29.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sorrowful Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What is this country coming to when citizens die under the custody of authoritative figures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it that we are living in this place where crime is happening everywhere and being reported more frequently while nothing is seen to resolve them effectively. Now and then they talk about busting or crippling gangs and syndicates but they never ever have convincing coverage reinforcing these statements that are put in the news. This in turn leaves people plenty of room to speculate and assume the worst of the so called law enforcers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that is going on here make me feel like a second rate citizen in the country I was born in, in the country where I grew up with fellows of all ethnicity. Why are we being treated this way? What sin did we commit to deserve such treatment? Most of all, why do the "powers that be" just watch on and allow it to happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some, human lives mean so little. However it would be a different story when it comes to their own and their loved ones. How can a man treat another person lesser than himself, when God created us all in His image? Remember, the person you harm and kill is somebody's child. Somebody's sibling, parent, nephew/niece, aunt/uncle, friend, spouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at what is happening to this country, I feel sad and angry for its state. I often ask God, what is the point to innocent people suffering and dying, without a chance to ever do good in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idealistically I know the reason. However being only a mere human, with weaknesses and limitations, especially great awareness of my own limitations... I cannot see why. All I can do is wait, though as annoying as it is to continue suffer and watch other suffer worse, I fear that my turn might be near. It is come to the point where I do not even want get into any situation where it would involve the authority, even if I am in the right. The trust has been long gone, it started when word spreads about them accepting bribes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can only pray for our own safety and pray that the good that would come out of this makes the death of innocents, justifiable. Let not their deaths be in vain. Let our suffering not merely be a passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An innocent man that was led to his death, was a father. He was a woman's husband. He was a couple's son. A son that dedicated his life in helping a cause which he believed as I do, would make it a better place for us all. A son of the nation, who's life has been ended by the those that seek to oppress the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people who died, did not fight back, being outnumbered and driven to their deaths. Are those responsible for their deaths, void of any conscience? Do the pleas of mercy from the victims not mean anything? What is the use of the judiciary and prison, when law is taken into their own hands. Why are they allowed to get away with such acts when the citizens cannot even protest peacefully!? To silence them is to be found guilty. The voices in the hearts and minds of the killers will not go away. For they are marked with the blood of the people whose lives they took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one small voice wishing condolences to the departed. Praying that justice would at least be done in their lifetime. Hoping to encourage others to strengthen their resolve. Hoping this will fuel others to persevere in doing their part in getting rid of the upholders of a faulty and corrupted system. Let not their deaths be in vain, for they are more reasons for us to soldier, together as one united nation irregardless of color and beliefs. For the greater good and equality for all. For all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the word, encourage people you know to do their part. Let the world be known of what is going on in the country today and that we have the power to change it.&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/998517816564761606-9087572028346284752?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/9087572028346284752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=9087572028346284752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/9087572028346284752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/9087572028346284752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/07/sorrowful-say.html' title='A Sorrowful Say'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-238998605638594092</id><published>2009-07-10T13:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T11:14:10.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Fat Bitches</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With a title like that, it is surely to have people assume straightaway that I am prejudiced towards women who suffer from obesity. First of all, as Ricky Gervais said, obesity is not a disease. It is a choice of lifestyle. Second of all… It is not their physicality that annoys me. It is their blatant regards to being inconsiderate to everyone around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I have written before about my encounters with them. Where at eating places they would hog the a large area of where the food is, blocking other people from accessing the food. Most of the time they are just standing there gazing at the food. You would think with their current condition they would just pick stuff up without any second thought and eat whatever that is on their plate anyway. Holding up traffic is never good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were other incidents where they would be waddling ever so slowly in the middle of walkways making it difficult to walk pass them. And what is up with this shit of standing in front of escalators? It is already a problem when people do it. What more when a fat person does it? GTFO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, while I was at the gym, I was waiting for a machine to be vacated where these two women were just sitting there and talking to each other, not even using the machines for their intended purpose. I would have used a vacated machine but there wasn't any. Two were used by those women for chatting. The third was being used by someone else. This is why you'll never lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today while I was choosing dishes to go with my rice at the nearby Indian curry house, some woman decided to stand in front of me and looked at the food, blocking me. She took a good while looking at the food and guess what? She did not even have a plate with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, I went to the hypermarket to restock on groceries for the office. I bought a packet of milk, a small box of cornflakes, a packet of Chipsmore and a tube of Mentos. Count a long with me here. 1… 2… 3… 4… That is four items. I proceed to the express counter. The express counters have large signs in 2 languges that say 10 units or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right in front of me was this fat bitch who had 12 cans of sweetened creamer, 2 bags of oil, 2 cartons of egg, 4 packets of laundry detergent and a packet of chili. If you need to calculate the total, you’re a dumbass. What pissed me off even more was that the cashier actually went on to check out her items. What bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying that only fat people are inconsiderate but let’s face it. They are generally harder to miss if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SlbUVXFZmwI/AAAAAAAAAVo/PqZfAedWeaE/s1600-h/fatelsewhere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 323px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SlbUVXFZmwI/AAAAAAAAAVo/PqZfAedWeaE/s320/fatelsewhere.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356702270242790146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998517816564761606-238998605638594092?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/238998605638594092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=238998605638594092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/238998605638594092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/238998605638594092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hate-fat-bitches.html' title='I Hate Fat Bitches'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SlbUVXFZmwI/AAAAAAAAAVo/PqZfAedWeaE/s72-c/fatelsewhere.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-6174020049594724227</id><published>2009-07-04T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:23:19.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teeth Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went to the dentist today. I was scheduled for a 1PM appointment, so I went there 30 minutes before. I had hopes that this time around the good doctor would be on time but to no avail. I could only assume that it was due to another local that messed up the entire schedule by being late thus creating a whole chain reaction for other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving, I saw this woman sitting right in the middle of a 3 seat couch. There was 2 seat couch and a single seat separately. The single seat was closest to the toilet entrance and the 2 seat couch was occupied by a guy. What came to my mind straightaway was why was that bitch occupying the entire couch by sitting in the middle? I don't know about you guys, but I don't feel comfortable sitting that close to a woman that I don't know. I am sure that most women in this country wouldn't like guy strangers sitting that close to them as well. So I had to stand, until the guy on the 2 seat couch was next to see the dentist. I took over his spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, two more women entered and that bitch was still sitting in the middle being oblivious. Until for some strange reason, intelligence struck her in the head and she decided to move over to the side seat to make way for those two women. Oh, she also did not have an appointment set up previously so she had to wait until the doctor was free. I was quite well aware of that from the signs that were going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was waiting to rage if she did actually went in before me. Thankfully she didn't. I hate inconsiderate people. I hate people that do not teach their children proper principles and ethics. I hate people that think they are entitled to having things done their way just because they exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the dentist commenting on the improvement of my gums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a little chat with the aunty at the reception that handles payment and appointments. I was talking to her about punctuality today. She naturally said that it is always because of one person who is late that messes things up for everyone else. I of course replied the obvious that it is in the culture of the locals and that it was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was explaining how some people would have an appointment at time X, and they would only begin to leave their house at time X. So I again reiterated that it is a bad habit and deeply rooted within the culture here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What caught me off guard was her saying that it was especially bad with Christians. That's right. She said it. I am not sure if she is one too, but I know the dentist is. Just hearing it from another person other than myself makes me laugh with delight to know that I am not the only one that notice such behavior among them. What was even better was that she said that some pastors are even worse that they expected to be attended to first despite being late and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agreed by saying, it is worse in a sense that just because we are all Christians, some of these people tend to take advantage of it, expecting us to be super kind and helpful to them. Just because we're Christians. When you deny them of what they think is their entitlement, they quickly reveal their true colors by criticizing how bad example of a Christian you are. When all this while nothing has been said about their own attitude yet. I detest these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because we're Christians does not mean we should be easily taken advantage of. In fact, why are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you fellow Christians&lt;/span&gt; trying to take advantage of your own kind?&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/998517816564761606-6174020049594724227?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/6174020049594724227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=6174020049594724227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/6174020049594724227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/6174020049594724227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/07/teeth-wisdom.html' title='Teeth Wisdom'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-5821977292777253559</id><published>2009-07-01T15:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T16:04:20.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isabel Lucas on Rove</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I used to watch Rove Live when I was studying in Australia back in the day a lot. I found it entertaining as one of the better things to look forward to on non-cable/satellite television. Occasionally there would be rare talents that I get to watch on the show, sort of like an introduction to me that broadens the exposure of different types of entertainment I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though some people seem to hate Rove a lot, I think some of the stuff they do on the show is pretty funny. In this video, the Rove setting is new and different to me and I am not too sure why there are more people sitting  around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="258" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ml35pvVpYDk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ml35pvVpYDk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="258" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2mM4tqudxus&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2mM4tqudxus&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZekPzQDVHsI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZekPzQDVHsI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/998517816564761606-5821977292777253559?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/5821977292777253559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=5821977292777253559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/5821977292777253559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/5821977292777253559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/07/isabel-lucas-on-rove.html' title='Isabel Lucas on Rove'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-1372389326964554951</id><published>2009-06-29T09:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T17:23:46.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Candle Burnt Out, Legend Never Did</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SkgcaOm-mfI/AAAAAAAAAVg/a2Bnb9wTNbI/s1600-h/mjhistory95.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SkgcaOm-mfI/AAAAAAAAAVg/a2Bnb9wTNbI/s320/mjhistory95.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352559394053593586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In my previous article, I wrote about how I started to appreciate music at a very young age. The age where I learnt to speak. It was through my interest of music which help me learn words and often at times had me asking my parents what the singers were singing and what they had meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/32/Smooth_criminal_video.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 163px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/32/Smooth_criminal_video.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the earliest artistes that I got to know was none other than the King of Pop, Michael Jackson. I believe that nobody else I knew at that time was as interested in his songs as I was. The first song I heard from him and learned how to sing easily was the chorus from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bad&lt;/span&gt;. Other songs begun to slowly emerge in my shallow knowledge of music. These were the likes of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Billie Jean&lt;/span&gt;, where he debuted his moonwalk. His awesome "anti gravity" lean in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smooth Criminal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black or White&lt;/span&gt; made sort of a bigger impact on me when the video showed on television. I can still remember McCauley Culkin starting the video and Michael Jackson being in many different countries doing different styles of dances and the famous face morphing scene towards the end, showing people of various ethnics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember the first and with the best effects for a concert that I ever went to was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HIStory&lt;/span&gt; tour that had Kuala Lumpur as one of the destinations. It was in 1996 and I was 12 years old; Standard 6 Primary School. I went for the concert with my sister, where she also invited her friends to go along. I still remember that it was a Sunday because my sister and I would leave after church to meet her friends at Stadium Merdeka where it was held. Her friends were kind and crazy enough to camp out to be the first at the entrance of the stadium starting from 6 or 7 in the morning. We only joined them at around 1 or 2 in the afternoon bringing them food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was towards the opening of the gates where annoying assholes; meaning everybody behind us, were pushing us against the gates. As if killing us would make the doors open. In other lanes toward the other gates, people were falling down all over the place due to the people at the back trying to push forward. I seriously don't understand the logic until today. Being sensible we brought our own water bottles which we had to leave outside because the idiotic staffs at the gates said we were not allowed to bring plastic water bottles in because it was to prevent us from throwing it at Michael Jackson on stage. Yeah, most of us were only sitting at least 100 meters away. I am sure throwing bottles at somebody I paid money to watch was more important than making sure I don't die of dehydration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was delayed so while waiting they were playing random songs through their sound system and there was one guy old white guy dancing around my side of the stadium to which caught the attention of the entire stadium and cheered at him. It drizzled a bit and I was praying like hell that it would not come to rain. Thankfully it didn't. The crowd got bored, after much chanting of wanting to see Michael Jackson, the crowd actually started doing the wave. From one end of the stadium to the other. We were equipped with our foam hand, at this point of time I realize that it could have signified Michael Jackson's right hand glove. We also had glow sticks which some us swung around on a string when we got bored that produced nice visuals. We were bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course eventually he came out and did his thing. The choreography as usual was always perfect except for one part when one of the back up dancers fell down while doing the "anti gravity" move during &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smooth Criminal&lt;/span&gt;. Which was still entertainment. I remember my dad lending us our grandfather's binoculars to use as mentioned that we were seated far away. It was this huge relic that weighed like a brick and a half. Since it was huge, it also "zoomed in" pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All good things must come to an end. We left and made our way across the city from the stadium to Petaling Street. At night it seemed so different, I was following my sister and her friends going through alleyways as shortcut. I had not the slightest idea where we were going. All I knew at that time was to keep up with the group to rendezvous with my dad who was waiting somewhere to pick us up. That is as far as I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The media has made a lot of people believe a lot of allegations about Michael Jackson. I still find it amusing and sometimes annoying that people can easily believe any source with conviction just because they are from the news, mostly tabloids and internet articles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read an &lt;a href="http://www.themalaysianinsider.com.my/index.php/showbiz/30806-im-better-off-dead--mj"&gt;article that was relayed by The Malaysian Insider&lt;/a&gt; this morning and gained more insight on Michael Jackson's life and also come to agree with the writer in his views that I hope would dispel people's wrong perception of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hate the fact that people sought to make profits out of his death by selling his albums and merchandise.&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/998517816564761606-1372389326964554951?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/1372389326964554951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=1372389326964554951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/1372389326964554951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/1372389326964554951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-candle-burnt-out-legend-never.html' title='Another Candle Burnt Out, Legend Never Did'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SkgcaOm-mfI/AAAAAAAAAVg/a2Bnb9wTNbI/s72-c/mjhistory95.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-6465227211792474523</id><published>2009-06-24T10:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T09:53:33.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If A Song Could Get Me You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I like how when I listen to a radio station or watch television long enough, I would actually come across some interesting songs that are worth adding to my playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was streaming Lite.FM yesterday and amongst the 80's music that they play, an unusual melody played and sounded very cute and... I don't know... endearing? It was Marit Larsen with her song from her current album and to me it had somewhat the essence of what made M2M. I guess she was the more cheerful happy one, if you compare it to the current Marion Raven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="283" width="460"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5RbSXxwiYMY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5RbSXxwiYMY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="283" width="460"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/998517816564761606-6465227211792474523?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/6465227211792474523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=6465227211792474523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/6465227211792474523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/6465227211792474523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-song-could-get-me-you.html' title='If A Song Could Get Me You'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-6179874900019456720</id><published>2009-06-23T14:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:38:07.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetic Injustice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Marc is a somebody who shares my gripes and bitching about the idiocy that happens around here. He so happened stumble upon what the locals here call "poetry". Even he thinks they're shit; both poem and "poet". Oh Marc would like to point out that these people "only can write 'love' poems".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decided to concoct up a poem from the top of his head which I thought was better than what most of them actually came up with. I did write &lt;a href="http://ansatsuken.blogspot.com/2007/10/watch-me-busta-rhyme.html"&gt;an article bitching about it&lt;/a&gt; a long while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m - says: (2:12:11 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;its the time when you buy me shit, when i am emo you come give me shit, and when i give you shit you eat it. then when i want you to fucking listen to me you take my shit, but i'll be here to listen to your shit, but don't you fucking give me that shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m - says: (2:12:50 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;then they go 'but i lub eem so much i kunt break up or let him go coz i r tardz'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m - says: (2:13:19 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;so ima be his/her bitch and come here to rant about it and get all defensive and emo when you fuckers dont console and support me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think about it, they sound like that other places as well, like in their blogs for one.&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/998517816564761606-6179874900019456720?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/6179874900019456720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=6179874900019456720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/6179874900019456720'/><link rel='self' 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style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;she lists out everything she has planned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eric says (11:47 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;to say no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eric says (11:47 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;just say no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eric says (11:47 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ffs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eric says (11:48 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;then she goes "i'm not trying to avoid you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eric says (11:48 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE FUCK DO I CARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eric says (11:48 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I WANT A NO IN THE FACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eric says (11:48 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ALL OVER MY FACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n o ¬_¬ l 曾近贤 says (11:48 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;blog time&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/998517816564761606-6919745109514495148?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/6919745109514495148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-1783480764701504996</id><published>2009-06-19T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T22:40:12.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clothes and Video Card Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eric says (9:54 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; i found a video card!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eric says (9:54 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; but not clothes&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/998517816564761606-1783480764701504996?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/1783480764701504996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=1783480764701504996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/1783480764701504996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/1783480764701504996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/06/clothes-and-video-card-update.html' title='Clothes and Video Card Update'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-15631039921337349</id><published>2009-06-19T09:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T18:36:00.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder Chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wrote an &lt;a href="http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2008/01/teh-tarik-chicken.html"&gt;article about BBQ Chicken&lt;/a&gt; last year, a Korean restaurant franchise. At that time the only outlet I knew was in Sri Hartamas; the rich people area. As time went on they opened in more places such as 1 Utama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three times I visited, I noticed an update to their menu which gradually improved. Now I am not sure if they have enough publicity or promotion going for the local one. I thought I would share this with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GxQlsyg4mFM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GxQlsyg4mFM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See why can't they make ads like these here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eric says: (9:18:01 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eric says: (9:18:03 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;LOOKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eric says: (9:18:05 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;FOR CLOTHES&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/998517816564761606-15631039921337349?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/15631039921337349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=15631039921337349' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/15631039921337349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/15631039921337349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/06/wonder-chicken.html' title='Wonder Chicken'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-1356660578099039638</id><published>2009-06-16T14:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:10:29.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Context</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m -hi thar~ says: (2:05:11 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i got a fucking jab in the ass -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m -hi thar~ says: (2:05:15 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;now my butts fucking sore&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/998517816564761606-1356660578099039638?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/1356660578099039638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=1356660578099039638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/1356660578099039638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/1356660578099039638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/06/out-of-context.html' title='Out of Context'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-794550617701002410</id><published>2009-06-15T09:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:08:58.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F My Career Path</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was on my way to work when I an advertisement on the back of a taxi that was advertising a job seekers site with the tagline saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Even Web Developers Found A Job Here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what the heck is that suppose to mean!? Also.. that's a very misleading and derogatory tagline.&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/998517816564761606-794550617701002410?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/794550617701002410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=794550617701002410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/794550617701002410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/794550617701002410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/06/f-my-career-path.html' title='F My Career Path'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-4374358406809396605</id><published>2009-06-14T22:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T12:47:34.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef in the Outback Mate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Spent a lazy afternoon being lazy with Rayn, where we watched some animes and just talked throughout the day. We went to &lt;a href="http://www.outback-sea.com/my/foodandmenus/textonlymenu.asp"&gt;Outback Steakhouse&lt;/a&gt; for dinner since I had special discounts there. Since the place was Bangsar, it obviously had a sort of standard you would not normally get elsewhere as they have to serve &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gwai lous&lt;/span&gt; there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started off with a cup of the soup of the day which so happened to be cream of chicken and mushroom. They also gave us complimentary Bushman Bread which looked so much like chocolate cake. It was such an optical illusion that my taste buds were going "Yup that is definitely sweet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SjZ7ePHs3mI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Z3LqkVEbGF8/s1600-h/breadsoup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SjZ7ePHs3mI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Z3LqkVEbGF8/s320/breadsoup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347597366934167138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pleasantly surprised that it tasted like normal bread. The soup was pretty thick and chunky. It had lots of meat and mushrooms and veges too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a while after, arrived Rayn's Sizzling Sirloin that smoked our entire table with an aromatic caramelized onion scent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SjZ8k_IQhaI/AAAAAAAAAVI/mvGfqhGGTo0/s1600-h/sizzlingsirloin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SjZ8k_IQhaI/AAAAAAAAAVI/mvGfqhGGTo0/s320/sizzlingsirloin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347598582412248482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The smell of it somewhat reminded me of teriyaki as it was on a hot plate as well as with onions. It was supposed to be medium but due to the sizzling hot plate, it somewhat made it more medium-well. I guess the secret to this in the future would be ordering it medium-rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SjZ97U92a6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/cqLWosivhQk/s1600-h/norulesburger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 419px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SjZ97U92a6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/cqLWosivhQk/s320/norulesburger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347600065742924706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally it was my order. The No Rules Burger which had everything they had for their burgers, though I asked them to hold the BBQ sauce on mine. I don't really fancy BBQ sauce on burgers. By default it has beef bacon, swiss cheese, BBQ sauce, grilled onions, lettuce &amp;amp; tomato, pickles &amp;amp; onions, sauteed mushroom and american cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is just something different about Outback Steakhouse's beef patty that taste different from other places. I find that Chili's, Outback Steakhouse, Carl's Jr. and Wendy's all have distinct tastes in their beef which are all delicious in their own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I was stuffed. Of course we walked around Bangsar Village for a bit and proceeded to the Gardens and Mid Valley as Rayn wanted to walk around more. Would anybody like to revisit with me the next time around?&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/998517816564761606-4374358406809396605?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/4374358406809396605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=4374358406809396605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/4374358406809396605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/4374358406809396605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/06/beef-in-outback-mate.html' title='Beef in the Outback Mate'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SjZ7ePHs3mI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Z3LqkVEbGF8/s72-c/breadsoup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-3736457438387848225</id><published>2009-06-13T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T15:39:05.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My idea of a good weekend is doing nothing. Staying in my room and just having a large intake of information and entertainment from all around the world. The ability to access all of these with my hands, wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a fat ass.&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/998517816564761606-3736457438387848225?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/3736457438387848225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=3736457438387848225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/3736457438387848225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/3736457438387848225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-old.html' title='I Am Old'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-1380294280932795214</id><published>2009-06-12T22:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T20:01:42.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Value for Wang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is not my fault that the local ISP choose to have such vulgarities in their... packages. I was checking out some websites and came across an advertisement about "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wang&lt;/span&gt; Value". To my humourous surprise, it came from TM. It appears to be a business specific service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SjOUSd8u8DI/AAAAAAAAAU4/87co-4fm3B8/s1600-h/wangpack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 323px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SjOUSd8u8DI/AAAAAAAAAU4/87co-4fm3B8/s320/wangpack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346780227616829490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't take my word for it. &lt;a href="http://www.tmsme.biz/wangpkg.asp"&gt;Check out the site yourselves&lt;/a&gt;. One of their offer for your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wang&lt;/span&gt; is even a 3 Party Conference!&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/998517816564761606-1380294280932795214?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/1380294280932795214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=1380294280932795214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/1380294280932795214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/1380294280932795214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/06/value-for-wang.html' title='Value for Wang'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SjOUSd8u8DI/AAAAAAAAAU4/87co-4fm3B8/s72-c/wangpack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-3313926664321943827</id><published>2009-06-11T22:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T01:47:30.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Frontal Stupidity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hate stupid people.&lt;br /&gt;I hate them so much.&lt;br /&gt;How can they be that stupid?&lt;br /&gt;How can they live being that stupid?&lt;br /&gt;Some of them won't admit they are stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Some of them take pride in being stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Some of them think being stupid is cool.&lt;br /&gt;Some of them think being stupid solves everything.&lt;br /&gt;Some of them choose to be stupid in hopes of evading responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;Some of them give excuses to justify being stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Some of them are stupid and they don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Some of them are stupid and they know very well why.&lt;br /&gt;Some of them are stupid because their friends are stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Some of them are stupid because their parents are stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid isn't strong enough a word to express their stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go die in a hole.&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/998517816564761606-3313926664321943827?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/3313926664321943827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=3313926664321943827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/3313926664321943827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/3313926664321943827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/06/full-frontal-stupidity.html' title='Full Frontal Stupidity'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-2074063500948599960</id><published>2009-06-10T23:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:48:28.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Guy Ain't for Mars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So ironic that whenever I want to look for a particular item, it is never there. It feels like the shop people are out to get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh you want to buy it now do you? We'll take it off the shelves. See how you like that? Always coming around and looking but not buying..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for some Transformers: Animated action figures but all they had were the Transformers 2 movie stuff. I guess the movie is near to release and they want to promote it as much as possible at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a futile attempt I proceeded to get some milk to replenish my stock in the office. At that counter, I just realized I forgot to get myself a Snickers bar. Taking a step backwards to be able to see the aisle where the Snickers was, I said to myself "Nah man, you've gone too far." While waiting for my stuff to be checked out, I looked down and saw a Mars bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/Si_Sc_uU3dI/AAAAAAAAAUw/IPPr4FohA0c/s1600-h/marsbar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/Si_Sc_uU3dI/AAAAAAAAAUw/IPPr4FohA0c/s320/marsbar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345722678295977426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I decided why the heck not, since the last time I had it was in fact in Australia as well and I had forgotten how it tasted like. It was kind of disappointing. It tasted like a Snickers with no nuts. It was too smooth and creamy and the nuts were missing. Yup. I love my nuts. It's just not satisfying without them nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the side of the wrapper had a slogan that read "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Mars A Day Helps You Work, Rest and Play."&lt;/span&gt; Sometimes I wonder what went through the mind of these marketers. The only thing I know it would help is with artery clogging and maybe diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; So Rzeznik earlier told me he got a ticket when he parked his car outside his student's house for 12 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Marc:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Wtf? What was he doing there for 12 minutes? Why only 12 minutes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; ... It only takes him 12 minutes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;In unison: oOoOoOOOoOOo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kill myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998517816564761606-2074063500948599960?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/2074063500948599960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=2074063500948599960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/2074063500948599960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/2074063500948599960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-guy-aint-for-mars.html' title='This Guy Ain&apos;t for Mars'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/Si_Sc_uU3dI/AAAAAAAAAUw/IPPr4FohA0c/s72-c/marsbar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-5899721714933583827</id><published>2009-06-09T20:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:34:40.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories Come Crashing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/Si5WsnE-ZYI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ZWoW9KZD2tc/s1600-h/jayasite01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/Si5WsnE-ZYI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ZWoW9KZD2tc/s320/jayasite01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345305132139439490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a lot of memories at the Jaya building. As far as I can remember when I was few years old, that was one of the few places I ever knew to have a gaming arcade as well as a toyshop that had consoles for you to pay to play per hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there were bad memories there as well, during a session playing the consoles there, I had actually lost my wallet which had even more memories in there, not to mention money of different currencies given to me by my mom. I was very upset about it especially because the wallet was a gift to me by my aunt in Singapore. I could not get over it for a while. That painful experience only made me strengthen my resolve to never be so careless to lose my possessions ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the years the memories of experiences in that place became more and more ordinary, more trivial. I guess that was part of growing up. Farewell old Jaya. Hopefully you are built better and stronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998517816564761606-5899721714933583827?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/5899721714933583827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=5899721714933583827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/5899721714933583827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/5899721714933583827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/06/memories-come-crashing.html' title='Memories Come Crashing'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/Si5WsnE-ZYI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ZWoW9KZD2tc/s72-c/jayasite01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-901163069246909656</id><published>2009-06-08T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:23:48.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Meh-nic Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/Si0j906FgHI/AAAAAAAAAUY/GhXYcwKc-AM/s1600-h/polarbearfacepalm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/Si0j906FgHI/AAAAAAAAAUY/GhXYcwKc-AM/s320/polarbearfacepalm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344967877839913074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know why I keep writing about food. I guess it is something easy to write about as well as taking pictures of them since I am already there at the time. Subway appears to have raised their prices. Just when I felt like having a non-Sub-of-the-Day. Oh well the Steak and Cheese will have to wait some other time. Fortunately the Sub of the Day still remains at the same price. For now... if they dare raise the price, I will be avoiding them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am a poor man. I can't afford higher than average costing meals on a regular basis. The other problem is that cheap food in this country are not that healthy either. It is hard to maintain a healthy eating lifestyle while being poor in this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the time when I was in Australia, I could eat all the food that was deemed unhealthy by my parents, and I still lost weight and even grew taller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like having a Snickers bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/Si5T89nvoXI/AAAAAAAAAUg/2USHoo26IVU/s1600-h/peacequiet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/Si5T89nvoXI/AAAAAAAAAUg/2USHoo26IVU/s320/peacequiet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345302114533876082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moving along, it was almost back to normal at 1 Utama today where annoying humans were not overcrowding the place as well as taking up parking spaces. I guess some sort of holidays are over. Good riddance. Everything is peaceful once again.&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/998517816564761606-901163069246909656?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/901163069246909656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=901163069246909656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/901163069246909656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/901163069246909656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-another-meh-nic-monday.html' title='Just Another Meh-nic Monday'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/Si0j906FgHI/AAAAAAAAAUY/GhXYcwKc-AM/s72-c/polarbearfacepalm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-4427958059304783628</id><published>2009-06-07T22:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:58:38.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fail Foundry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know I am very creative with article titles. Nothing much happened during this weekend. Though I am proud to announce that I managed to get Hamachi working again and my friends and I were playing Demigod a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.foodpoi.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/dsc00190_resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 315px;" src="http://www.foodpoi.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/dsc00190_resize.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Photo linked from &lt;a href="http://www.foodpoi.com/2007/11/food-foundry-ss17/"&gt;www.foodpoi.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rayn and I had dinner with my parents. My mom wanted to try the Food Foundry which I think was another less than a satisfying experience. My boss wrote a &lt;a href="http://www.theweekendchef.com.my/2007/03/25/value-for-money/"&gt;review here&lt;/a&gt; about 2 years ago and he seemed to have been kind with his ratings. Perhaps it was still decent back then. What I found amusing was that he wrote that the pasta was oily which was what Rayn said about her's, though it was a different dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arrival we were given some makeshift menu. I assume they were trying to be creative but it did not "win me over". Looking at the prices of the dishes there, the first thing that came to my mind was the statement being that the food had to be really good or it had to be a rip off. Sadly, the latter was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered the Food Foundry Chicken Chop while Rayn ordered the Penne Arrabiate and my parents had some rice dish with chicken. The chicken chop arrived, I was less than impressed. In fact the three letters of "double yoo tee eff" was having a rerun marathon in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The portion of the chicken was small. It was accompanied by a sparingly amount of mash potatoes with some gerkins and brinjal. They were all very conversative servings. The chicken was not tender, it was lumpy and everything on the plate tasted bland. The watery sauce was doing it's best to provide flavor for all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiter then brought Rayn's pasta. The waiter serves her the pasta and says to her that they ran out of penne so they substituted it with spaghetti instead. They assumed she would be okay with it and just served it to her face. That kind of pissed me off. What kind of establishment serves you something you did not order? Looking at it, the pasta sauce looked really runny and she commented that it was oily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents' order were up next. The ironic thing was, their chicken servings was larger than mine. Theirs looked like some gourmet chicken rice. Just chicken, a few slices of cucumbers and the rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually saw frames of newspaper reviews about this place on their walls. Sometimes I wonder if there are shady things going on that actually get establishments like these publicized in newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final thoughts are, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Mage Cafe&lt;/span&gt; serves tastier food with better portions at cheaper prices. Which will be my future review in weeks to come.&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/998517816564761606-4427958059304783628?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/4427958059304783628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=4427958059304783628' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/4427958059304783628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/4427958059304783628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/06/fail-foundry.html' title='Fail Foundry'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-4332436767710892742</id><published>2009-06-06T23:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:47:56.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Overseas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Playing Demigod was fun until I realized it was 4am in the morning and I had a family dinner later in the day. It was my maternal eldest aunt's 60th birthday and they decided to have it at Overseas Restaurant. In Sri Petaling. Like it's name, it was far far away. My dad also decided to make the length of the journey even longer by taking roads cutting through housing areas instead of the highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the journey where we headed into Rzeznik's area and his kind, we passed by a few interesting road names. First we saw Jalan Lazat (Delicious Road), followed by Jalan Nyaman (Refreshing Road). Then we saw Jalan Hujan Emas... which in English was Golden Showers Road. Gross and ended with Jalan Perisa (Flavor Road). Seriously... Golden Showers? Whoever thought of road names in this area was really having a go at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner was alright, the typical over expensive yet somewhat high quality X course dinner. Here are some highlights of the evening that was unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SivssFKf2MI/AAAAAAAAAUA/HmzR3ByahgU/s1600-h/4seasons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SivssFKf2MI/AAAAAAAAAUA/HmzR3ByahgU/s320/4seasons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344625624849832130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ever imperative 4 seasons. This was one of the nicer variety I have had. Even by looking, it already looked appetizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the typical dishes that followed. Sharks fin, barbecue pork, fish, vegetables and so on. One of the two desserts was the most intriguing course of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/Sivts1M8ewI/AAAAAAAAAUI/sxbigqqfjA8/s1600-h/pinkpaus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/Sivts1M8ewI/AAAAAAAAAUI/sxbigqqfjA8/s320/pinkpaus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344626737256626946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rayn mentioned that this dish was actually in the event when the dinner is to celebrate somebody of old age where the designated person is to officiate it by breaking it (I think) where there are more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pau'&lt;/span&gt;s in there where all the other relatives of younger generations are to eat. I felt so tempted to wear it on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SivufW-IzfI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/OLqEizbYJpI/s1600-h/carrotman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 558px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SivufW-IzfI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/OLqEizbYJpI/s320/carrotman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344627605314784754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my cousins and I were tempted to mutilate this wonderful craftsmanship but eventually could not bring ourselves to do it. It was carved from a carrot. A very huge carrot.&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/998517816564761606-4332436767710892742?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/4332436767710892742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=4332436767710892742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/4332436767710892742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/4332436767710892742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/06/dinner-overseas.html' title='Dinner Overseas'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SivssFKf2MI/AAAAAAAAAUA/HmzR3ByahgU/s72-c/4seasons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-2752253826605067375</id><published>2009-06-05T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T17:43:35.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Total Eclispe of the Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ever since I watched Futurama where there was one episode Kip sang the famous line from this song, I tend to find it funny everytime I hear this song as well as reminding me of how cheesy 80s music and videos could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen other "literal" videos before but this one was quite funny too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lj-x9ygQEGA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lj-x9ygQEGA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/998517816564761606-2752253826605067375?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/2752253826605067375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=2752253826605067375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/2752253826605067375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/2752253826605067375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/06/total-eclispe-of-heart.html' title='Total Eclispe of the Heart'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-3115088998534241024</id><published>2009-06-04T20:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:33:11.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behold Thy Incoming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SifNApE6JcI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Bvc7mdDN22M/s1600-h/sf4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SifNApE6JcI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Bvc7mdDN22M/s320/sf4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343464893808518594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year feels like one of the more eventful years I have ever had or can remember. For starters my beloved came back to me from across the sea. Though she should not have left me in the first place... Yeah I'm rubbing it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a safe and steady salary income is always welcomed and a blessing as well. Thus allowing me to build up wealth which in turn allows me to buy stuff. I am not the typical person of no strong will that would blow their cash on anything base on impulse and whim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say almost every item I purchase is always done with meticulous research and analysis to ensure it is a purchase well made. Given bad experiences of purchasing stuff that don't always deliver as marketed. I am sure most of you as well have experienced purchasing items and as time went on, they seem to get more lackluster with each passing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well enough about reflections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold the list of things to look forward to for the second half of 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sony.com.my/product/hdr-xr500e"&gt;Sony HDR-XR500E&lt;/a&gt; (Hopefully sometime next month)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Street_fighter_4"&gt;Street Fighter 4 PC&lt;/a&gt; (Tentatively July 7th)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An air conditioner for my room (Sometime in this lifetime)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blizzard.com/blizzcon/?rhtml=y"&gt;Blizzcon 2009&lt;/a&gt; (August 21st to 22nd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Windows 7 (Tentatively October 22nd)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A New Rig (Sometime after Windows 7 is out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Left 4 Dead 2 (Tentatively November 17th)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Starcraft 2 (Speculations end of this year)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Laptop (When I recover from getting the camera and the rig)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I am sure there are more which I have forgotten but that is quite a decent load of stuff to look forward to so far for this year. Speaking of welcoming the new stuff... I think I need to clear stuff in my room. Whenever my friends think of me, the first thing they think of is the mess in my room. It looks like a storeroom. My excuse has always been easy access to stuff like computer parts whenever I need to fix stuff; with harddisks here and tools there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to clear stuff in my room to make way for newer stuff. I don't even know where to begin.&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/998517816564761606-3115088998534241024?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/3115088998534241024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=3115088998534241024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/3115088998534241024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/3115088998534241024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/06/behold-thy-incoming.html' title='Behold Thy Incoming!'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SifNApE6JcI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Bvc7mdDN22M/s72-c/sf4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-3497823392939905634</id><published>2009-06-03T11:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T00:05:36.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationsheep (Part Two)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/Sie9Z76Rs-I/AAAAAAAAATw/gV2SjrcLFEM/s1600-h/mdouche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/Sie9Z76Rs-I/AAAAAAAAATw/gV2SjrcLFEM/s320/mdouche.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343447736174883810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Image is for illustration purposes only. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I keep going back there to read stupid dumb threads like a crack addict. Addicted to substance that kills your brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a read of &lt;a href="http://forum.lowyat.net/topic/1050599/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're too lazy to read that, here is my view and summary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 year old girl likes this 20 year old guy. Guy treats girl like crap and soon breaks up with her. Girl feels sad, so she resorts to hanging out with her friends. She enjoys hanging out with her friends because they do fun stuff together, including being a photography model for her friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy comes back and wants to take her back. She gladly accepts. Guy is now overprotective and possessive of the girl, not liking her to go out anywhere especially being a model for the photography sessions. Sometime in the relationship guy tells girl that he left her for another girl but now is back with her again. He also says things like he broke up with her to teach her a lesson. Says things like she will forever be a baby to him and it seems as though he has to control her every move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She states in the thread, that breaking up is not an option and that she loves him very much. Despite him being a lousy piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you actually believe there are people like these that exist? True that the girl may be admired for her unrequited love. However I think it is wasted on the wrong person. How can she not see that he is treating her like badly? Perhaps she has not experienced better relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The core question remains, which is... Why would anybody want to love somebody who treats them like shit?&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/998517816564761606-3497823392939905634?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/3497823392939905634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=3497823392939905634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/3497823392939905634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/3497823392939905634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/06/relationsheep-part-two.html' title='Relationsheep (Part Two)'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/Sie9Z76Rs-I/AAAAAAAAATw/gV2SjrcLFEM/s72-c/mdouche.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-2034026076030939168</id><published>2009-06-02T22:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:57:00.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trolley Train and Super Rings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While I was walking to work yesterday, some wankers thought it would be funny doing this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SiU6_TIcccI/AAAAAAAAATg/WSFG6DnHMPM/s1600-h/trolleytrain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SiU6_TIcccI/AAAAAAAAATg/WSFG6DnHMPM/s320/trolleytrain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342741392086823362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bet they thought they were bloody considerate, doing everyone a favor by stack em in one corner, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;far away from their origins&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunchtime today I went to the hypermart to get milk. Passing by one of the aisles I could not believe what I saw. It was none other than...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SiU75MNKhWI/AAAAAAAAATo/3MT_nHZT8AU/s1600-h/superings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 313px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SiU75MNKhWI/AAAAAAAAATo/3MT_nHZT8AU/s320/superings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342742386659984738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUPER RINGS!!!&lt;/span&gt; I haven't eaten these in a long while. These have been around as far as I remember, which was way back in primary school. A small pack would only be 20 cents. These were my version of Cheetos. I'd eat it and have my fingers all coated in orange residue. It tasted awesome and it was light. My favorite junk food of all time!&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/998517816564761606-2034026076030939168?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/2034026076030939168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=2034026076030939168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/2034026076030939168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/2034026076030939168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/06/trolley-train-and-super-rings.html' title='Trolley Train and Super Rings'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SiU6_TIcccI/AAAAAAAAATg/WSFG6DnHMPM/s72-c/trolleytrain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-7360479946295633489</id><published>2009-06-01T22:56:00.027+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:16:22.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationsheep (Part One)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SiSmODEZIhI/AAAAAAAAATY/2S2z54P5vm8/s1600-h/puffin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SiSmODEZIhI/AAAAAAAAATY/2S2z54P5vm8/s320/puffin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342577818240360978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah... relationships the ever so popular &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;necessity&lt;/span&gt; that every young person wants. Most of them if you ask, will not even know why. They will not be able to give you good compelling reasons why they want a relationship. Stopping there would have prevented from anymore folly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However when you ask them what about their partner or the person they are going after, attracts them. What qualities do they possess that makes you love and appreciate that person. Most of them will not have an easy time answering. Some people even go "Sigh, I need a girlfriend..." It is as though having a girlfriend is like acquiring an object for their pleasure, or like a pet. Like a being they can interact with at their leisure and discretion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are motivated to get a girlfriend/boyfriend so that they will not feel left out within their circle of friends. They feel that having a partner eliminates them from being classified as some sort of loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I don't really care anymore about your reasons as to wanting to have a partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I don't get is... why would people treat the one they love, badly? Why would they scream at their partner or throw tantrums? Why do they threaten them? Why do they expect or force them to feel guilty and make them "pay" for it? Is that what love is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure some of you have read about the latest scandal that happened in the country that involved a young foreign model and a local royalty. Whereby the latter mistreated and abused the former so badly that she had to escape, fortunately with the help of authorities... of a neighboring country. I don't know about you, but if I was married to a young model 14 years younger than me, I would treat her so preciously. In these days who would want to marry somebody who is 14 years older than them, if they did not have money or power? So yeah think about it... instead of being grateful and appreciative (I went to school!) he abuses her. There is seriously something wrong with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about those girls that treat their guys like slaves or ATMs? I've heard excuses from girls before that go something like "If you love me, you would [insert action here] for me." They never ever show their "love" for their guys in return. Ever. If they were trying to prove they did, it is usually because it was on their way. A matter of convenience for them to ride on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do girls expect their guys to do certain things for them? As though it is mandatory in relationships? If you ever want to point out that your partner is not "doing enough" for you, you better be able to back up that claim with what you have done for your partner. If you can't, well then just stfu. You are in no position to make any demands. There shouldn't even be any demands from either sides.&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/998517816564761606-7360479946295633489?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/7360479946295633489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=7360479946295633489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/7360479946295633489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/7360479946295633489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/06/relationsheep-part-one.html' title='Relationsheep (Part One)'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SiSmODEZIhI/AAAAAAAAATY/2S2z54P5vm8/s72-c/puffin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-7143432504296927646</id><published>2009-05-28T13:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:54:50.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failwich</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I used to have this mindset of not patronizing sandwich bars because they essentially overcharge you for a lousy portion. That is usually the case around here. Today I decided to try out this new sandwich bar that opened within my office's building square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is called the &lt;a href="http://bigfatbird.com/index.php"&gt;Big Fat Bird&lt;/a&gt;. Despite it's name being all funny and cute. I think they're more of big fat noobs. I tried out their set lunch. It was suppose to comprise of a sandwich, a side and lemonade. This is what it looked like when it arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/Sh8nUE4-4rI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Yxv3yCSfm0k/s1600-h/failwich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/Sh8nUE4-4rI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Yxv3yCSfm0k/s320/failwich.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341030908948308658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Obviously I felt that I have just got ripped off just like after I make a donation to people saying they represent certain causes. The 3-bread sandwich had one flat layer of meat and one flat layer of cheese on the bottom tier, while having some lettuce and tomato in the second tier. The side was lettuce and tomato. Double-yoo-tee-eff mate? Pull the other one! Looks to me as though I should have been paying half of what I did for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already knew it was a bad omen when they served the lemonade in a small glass without straws or serviettes or anything. They also gave me some coconut jelly thing in a small sauce cup saying that it was on the house. It was just some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;santan&lt;/span&gt;-ish flavored jelly with some coconut flesh in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I was a judge for some business project presentation by college students. Except that I had to pay for this experience. I really should have gotten a hotdog from 1901 or a Subway sandwich today. Screw this whole trying out new stuff bollocks.&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/998517816564761606-7143432504296927646?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/7143432504296927646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=7143432504296927646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/7143432504296927646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/7143432504296927646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/05/failwich.html' title='Failwich'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/Sh8nUE4-4rI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Yxv3yCSfm0k/s72-c/failwich.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-4677096545084188608</id><published>2009-05-27T00:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:51:25.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subway and Snickers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ta-da! Yet another article about food... sigh... life is really getting boring when the only exciting thing I actually care to write about is food. Anyhow without further ado... I had Subway for lunch today.  Subway has this "Sub of the day" promo where you can get a different sandwich each day for the promotional price. I think it is good and keep things interesting as well as motivating customers to try their different sandwiches. Today's was tuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.subway.com/applications/menu/images/400_x/400x300_tuna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 314px;" src="http://www.subway.com/applications/menu/images/400_x/400x300_tuna.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The breads that they offer at the local Subway are Italian (which seems to be the basic kind), Wheat, Honey Oats, Hearty Italian and Parmesan Oregano. Previously I had always gone for Parmesan Oregano but last week, I decided to try out the Honey Oats as it looked more... fibrous  based on the picture. True enough it was! It was much more filling and satisfying too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only they had Italian Herbs and Cheese like they do in Australia, that was good stuff. Also in Australia I would have their "local menu" chicken fillet. It is basically chicken fillet like in fastfood chicken sandwiches with the veges and dressing of your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Subway was cheaper, I'd definitely pull a Jared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch I proceeded to do some grocery shopping since my boss asked me to help buy him bread. I got myself a carton of fresh milk, orange juice and a Snickers bar. I haven't had Snickers in ages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/ShwbEuXp2HI/AAAAAAAAATI/qZ-jDA7oQXM/s1600-h/snickers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/ShwbEuXp2HI/AAAAAAAAATI/qZ-jDA7oQXM/s320/snickers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340173026135234674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time I remember having some was probably when I was still studying in Australia. Eating it after a long while... just made me realize how "heaty" it made me feel. Although it tasted as nice as it always did, it just somehow lost its appeal to me. Maybe it was because I was already quite full from lunch. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get some nuts!&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/998517816564761606-4677096545084188608?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/4677096545084188608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=4677096545084188608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/4677096545084188608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/4677096545084188608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/05/subway-and-snickers.html' title='Subway and Snickers'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/ShwbEuXp2HI/AAAAAAAAATI/qZ-jDA7oQXM/s72-c/snickers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-9110841614785535478</id><published>2009-05-26T01:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T08:10:05.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken or Fish?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow, I have been writing reviews of food a lot recently. I hope it doesn't depict me as a glutton going around eating everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/ShrQNPZQx9I/AAAAAAAAAS4/1U8O80UMpZQ/s1600-h/igentisshop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/ShrQNPZQx9I/AAAAAAAAAS4/1U8O80UMpZQ/s320/igentisshop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339809234090510290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I returned to Igentis for lunch. Such an odd name you don't hear everyday or anywhere else. It sells Chinese and Western food. Some sort of a little cousin to the likes of Esquire but in no way related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang chow&lt;/span&gt; fried rice today and it tasted pretty decent. Unfortunately the kind of taste which could be gotten at places that have good &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dai chow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week however, being there for the first time, I decided to try something that was pretty hard to screw up. I ordered their combination of chicken chop and fish. Not expecting much based on the photos shown in their menu, I actually was pleasantly surprised by the real life portion when it arrived at the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/ShrQebzROlI/AAAAAAAAATA/30BNK_EZJhQ/s1600-h/chickenfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/ShrQebzROlI/AAAAAAAAATA/30BNK_EZJhQ/s320/chickenfish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339809529478593106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was huge! Bigger than I expected. Not that I am complaining. Their salad was fresh as well! Though as generous as it may seem, I really could have used less salad dressing. Felt so fattening. There was nothing super special about the taste, it was pretty generic stuff however the most important part was that it was not bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be return to try out their other dishes.&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/998517816564761606-9110841614785535478?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/9110841614785535478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=9110841614785535478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/9110841614785535478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/9110841614785535478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/05/chicken-or-fish.html' title='Chicken or Fish?'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/ShrQNPZQx9I/AAAAAAAAAS4/1U8O80UMpZQ/s72-c/igentisshop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-793738672484819249</id><published>2009-05-25T13:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T14:00:18.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunchtime at the End of May</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I came across an article regarding people and the four-letter-word-book. Now I have never used fishbook before, but I know damn well what it is about due to a sordid experience with an older online community crap service that also started with the letter F. Knowing that it is highly unlikely that majority of the population would change for the better, it should still not be too far off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I present to you... &lt;a href="http://www.sloshspot.com/blog/05-22-2009/The-12-People-You-Dont-Want-to-Meet-on-Facebook--160"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that explains 12 kinds of people on fudgebook. The depressingly yet amusing thing is, I really do know people in real life who are like that. Perhaps it shouldn't have been kinds of people, but characteristics forkbook users possess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are.&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/998517816564761606-793738672484819249?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/793738672484819249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=793738672484819249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/793738672484819249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/793738672484819249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/05/lunchtime-at-end-of-may.html' title='Lunchtime at the End of May'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-6028093260303612591</id><published>2009-05-12T23:27:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T15:33:54.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steak 300!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sounds like an electric appliance or a Spartan diet. It is actually the name of the meal at a place no other than William's. It is a roadside operation behind the old Lim Kok Wing education premises in Taman Mayang. It has been there for a while. Tonight was my second night being there whereas the first was years ago. The first time I went there I was not that impressed having to pay a higher than usual price for hawker western food. This second time around was not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rzeznik wanted to try out William's. Not sure where he heard it from, I was told by &lt;a href="http://ewokiebear.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ewokie&lt;/a&gt; that William is the brother of the dude that is running Murni in SS2. Where Rzeznik ate on Sunday night resulting in frequent trips to the toilet through out the whole night afters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I left my office, I decided to do a little research on William's to see if there was any helpful information or recommendations of what to order. I came across &lt;a href="http://www.azuanzahdi.com/index.php/2007/05/11/good-food-williams-western-food-taman-mayang/"&gt;Azuan Zahdi's blog&lt;/a&gt; where he mentioned that he ordered a Steak 300 (tiga ratus), supposedly the steak being 300 grams. From the picture he took, it did not look anything out of the ordinary. I assumed it was called that to specifically ask for a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; bit more meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So us trio (with Marc) ordered the same thing since we couldn't be bothered finding out what they had, as they did not have a proper menu and the waiters there were not really too helpful in explaining what they had or if they had specialties or recommendations. So yeah the Steak 300. To start off we ordered our drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SgmYlo5YXWI/AAAAAAAAASg/iKlsTcsuFdw/s1600-h/drinks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SgmYlo5YXWI/AAAAAAAAASg/iKlsTcsuFdw/s320/drinks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334963005997735266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had the large watermelon juice, while Rzeznik and Marc had a large honeydew juice and Ribena juice respectively. All of our drinks had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;longan &lt;/span&gt;in it. Probably their way of justifying charging so much for the damn drinks. Apparently Ribena &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;longan&lt;/span&gt; there is a popular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SgmZA2UDH9I/AAAAAAAAASo/ZS2txN9Ihtc/s1600-h/300steak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SgmZA2UDH9I/AAAAAAAAASo/ZS2txN9Ihtc/s320/300steak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334963473455718354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Could not be bothered to take a really nice shot of the food as it was really warm and dark there. What appeared before us was something we did not expect. The portion of the steak was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;. I could imagine a chunk of meat that came off the cow. The size looked like something that was fed to tigers. The steak was tender and juicy although due to its huge cut, it was resembling something more of roast beef. Still it was nice. The steak came with a separate plate of a bowl of mushroom sauce (with real mushrooms!), a quarter cob of corn, a whole baked potato with meat stuffings and onion rings. All of us had difficulty finishing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SgmbeoJI1kI/AAAAAAAAASw/g-o5g3OPMnY/s1600-h/purpleballs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SgmbeoJI1kI/AAAAAAAAASw/g-o5g3OPMnY/s320/purpleballs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334966184071190082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I mentioned how the purple colored &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;longan&lt;/span&gt; looked like artificially colored... something else. Well I was kind of surprised when they told us how much our dinner cost. Could have been worse I guess. All in all it was still cheaper than just one steak at The Ship. Remembering that the steak was indeed huge, I guess it was not so bad after all. Although I am not likely to return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things to point out that I already warned Rzeznik before going there. It was hot there as they did not have fans or anything to keep the place cool. Also the area as usual reeked of garbage and drain.&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/998517816564761606-6028093260303612591?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/6028093260303612591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=6028093260303612591' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/6028093260303612591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/6028093260303612591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/05/steak-300.html' title='Steak 300!'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SgmYlo5YXWI/AAAAAAAAASg/iKlsTcsuFdw/s72-c/drinks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-2505471745202957240</id><published>2009-05-11T10:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:18:36.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Late Than Never or Practice Makes Perfect?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (10:16:16 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;damn i feel so stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (3:15:34 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;now i think&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/998517816564761606-2505471745202957240?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/2505471745202957240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=2505471745202957240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/2505471745202957240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/2505471745202957240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/05/better-late-than-never-or-practice.html' title='Better Late Than Never or Practice Makes Perfect?'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-2171793632131508817</id><published>2009-05-09T19:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T19:06:17.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full of Ship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just came back from dinner from the place that serves "the best steak in town". I cannot believe that it the standards have dropped so much. Here I was wondering the differences between San Francisco Steakhouse and The Shi&lt;strike&gt;t&lt;/strike&gt;p. Rzeznik obviously sucked at giving me any decent description between The Ship and Chilis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The steak was flat. Both the sirloin and ribeye looked pretty similar. They also both were very salty and did not taste charbroiled as the menu said. My dad had the ribeye while I had the sirloin. He asked for medium-well while I asked for a medium. His ended up looking rarer than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that The Ship used to have higher standards in terms of quality and presentation. Now it feels like a typical restaurant that sells western food. For the price I paid, I would have had so much better at places like Chilis or San Francisco Steakhouse. I feel disappointed that I took my parents out for Mother's Day to a less than satisfying place.&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/998517816564761606-2171793632131508817?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/2171793632131508817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=2171793632131508817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/2171793632131508817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/2171793632131508817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/05/full-of-ship.html' title='Full of Ship'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-5406898722832312091</id><published>2009-05-06T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T14:24:52.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the Fireflies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I remember the time when there was still a forest behind my house. It used to be so cooling at night with never a thought or fear of the nights being hot. Occasionally there would be a firefly or two that make their way into the house and I would be so amused with them flying around in the dark while I was lying on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the forest is no longer there, as the hills have been flatten and destroyed to make way for what is now known as Bandar Utama and Centerpoint. Assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time I went to Kuala Selangor to watch the fireflies years ago. It was one of the creations that amazed me the more that years go by as I realize and appreciate more of it. They lit up trees like blinking light decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it is no more, thanks to the previous government that ran the state. &lt;a href="http://www.themalaysianinsider.com/index.php/malaysia/25663-lights-out-soon-for-kuala-selangor-fireflies"&gt;Read more here to find out&lt;/a&gt;. What is happening to our country...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally now there would still be a firefly that still finds it way to my house at night and it makes me appreciate the beauty of their design even more and always puts me at ease seeing that they still exist. I only pray that they do not become extinct.&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/998517816564761606-5406898722832312091?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/5406898722832312091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=5406898722832312091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/5406898722832312091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/5406898722832312091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/05/save-fireflies.html' title='Save the Fireflies!'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-8668049891373348537</id><published>2009-05-06T16:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:27:51.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Acoustic Arrangement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So while looking around, I came across a group called Boyce Avenue which did a good rendition of Coldplay's Viva La Vida using an acoustic guitar, keyboard and a bass drum. I am always inspired by people who manage to take songs and adapt it for the acoustic guitar. Especially when they are songs that sound so complex that I would never think it would be possible to pull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lio0YbTi87g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lio0YbTi87g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching that, I noticed another song they did; The Verve Pipe - Freshmen. Although this is not really much different from the original, it gives a more updated and contemporary feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IiPieEUX4Es&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IiPieEUX4Es&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What also impressed me is that they actually provided links to guitar tabs for the songs of their arrangements. Time for learning.&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/998517816564761606-8668049891373348537?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/8668049891373348537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=8668049891373348537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/8668049891373348537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/8668049891373348537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-amazing-acoustic-arrangement.html' title='Another Acoustic Arrangement'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-7673214706625714925</id><published>2009-04-30T22:08:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:17:47.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week in the Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lot's of new stuff happened this week. Discovered new experiences. One which required me to dress formally. So here you go, bought myself a new pair of shoes. *Cough* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zizou&lt;/span&gt; *cough*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SfmxS1YsNtI/AAAAAAAAASQ/YNRQtyfwy_Y/s1600-h/blackshoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SfmxS1YsNtI/AAAAAAAAASQ/YNRQtyfwy_Y/s320/blackshoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330486571096094418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Felt like a clown walking in huge shoes or scuba flippers. People actually told me they could see I was uncomfortable in formal attire. No shit. Let me lose some kilos first please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also tried the old set lunch at the new premise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SfmyTfIDHbI/AAAAAAAAASY/Xfu8sa1KYRk/s1600-h/sflunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SfmyTfIDHbI/AAAAAAAAASY/Xfu8sa1KYRk/s320/sflunch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330487681812209074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Despite its small size, it was just right. It tasted great as well! Will definitely go back for more. Just look at the size of the plate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stuff you see on the rump steak is actually the butter they gave with the entree bread. Since I did not use the entire butter for the bread, I applied the remaining butter on my main course, which I may add, was a good addition. The last time I had steak from this place was almost a decade ago. In their old place, the refillable drinks used to come in a small glass and they were always too lazy to refill it despite the old place being smaller. This new place use proper cups, fortunately.&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/998517816564761606-7673214706625714925?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/7673214706625714925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=7673214706625714925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/7673214706625714925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/7673214706625714925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/04/week-in-life.html' title='A Week in the Life'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SfmxS1YsNtI/AAAAAAAAASQ/YNRQtyfwy_Y/s72-c/blackshoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-1423500453351414837</id><published>2009-04-29T16:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T01:37:16.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P&amp;R 29.04.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (4:50:02 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;oheahwiosahd kash kldahkws rdf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (4:50:04 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;qafuck this shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peonxian v.01d 曾近贤 says: (4:50:07 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;rofl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (4:50:12 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;i cant type with 1 hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peonxian v.01d 曾近贤 says: (4:50:24 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peonxian v.01d 曾近贤 says: (4:50:33 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't wanna know what you're doing&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/998517816564761606-1423500453351414837?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/1423500453351414837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=1423500453351414837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/1423500453351414837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/1423500453351414837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/04/p-290409.html' title='P&amp;R 29.04.09'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-6040003424082031766</id><published>2009-04-22T23:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:57:50.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth In Trolleys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SfmwjMwzmCI/AAAAAAAAASI/Jrsy7RdXN-w/s1600-h/trolley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SfmwjMwzmCI/AAAAAAAAASI/Jrsy7RdXN-w/s320/trolley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330485752737536034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I walk a little going to and from work. Ever since Tropicana Mall opened beside my office's block, there have been many assholes who use the Carrefour (the anchor tenant) trolleys all the way to the overhead bridge nearby and abandon them there. I really hate people that do not return what they use to their proper places. It shows how inconsiderate and unimportant everything else is, everything but themselves. This just reminds me of how humans in general can be so despicable. It just renews my hatred towards people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, a twist of "fate" happened twice when I was using the overhead bridge. The first time, I noticed a man actually saw the trolley while he was walking and decided to push it all the way back to the mall, returning it. I was actually moved by that humble yet very powerful gesture. The second time around was on my way home today. I saw a family on their way to the mall and I observed that the father of the family noticed the trolley and decided to wheel it back the mall as well. I heard his wife discouraging him to do so. Admirably, he did not listen to her and put one of his daughters on the kid seat of the trolley and pushed it all the way to the mall. Seeing that just reminded me that not everybody are assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I still think majority of people are assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the point I wanted to make (for you dense people) was that the trolley, an object that helps carry the burden of people, not only show people's dependency on help. It also reveals how despicable people are just as how it can reveal their kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not limit materialistic objects to what they were made to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the locker room of the gym today where I was changing. When I was changing into my shorts, I noticed I was wearing the wrong shoes to gym. Sigh... No vigorous movements for me tonight.&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/998517816564761606-6040003424082031766?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/6040003424082031766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=6040003424082031766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/6040003424082031766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/6040003424082031766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/04/truth-about-trolleys.html' title='The Truth In Trolleys'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SfmwjMwzmCI/AAAAAAAAASI/Jrsy7RdXN-w/s72-c/trolley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-4838409745128691624</id><published>2009-04-16T16:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:48:23.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chew On This</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I stumbled upon this in today's front page of &lt;a href="http://digg.com/"&gt;digg.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img230.imageshack.us/img230/8622/nietzsche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 419px; height: 313px;" src="http://img230.imageshack.us/img230/8622/nietzsche.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&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/998517816564761606-4838409745128691624?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/4838409745128691624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=4838409745128691624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/4838409745128691624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/4838409745128691624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/04/chew-on-this.html' title='Chew On This'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-3517958215605158287</id><published>2009-04-11T20:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:20:56.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some people really have no idea of the situation they are in and still think they have rights to demand things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a disclaimer to you dumb people, that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am not being racist&lt;/span&gt; when I talk about what is coming next. I just read in the news that Datuk Seri S. Samy Vellu is unhappy that he did not get a minister post in the government's new cabinet line up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was pretty pathetic that he actually tried to get others involved in his problem. He stated that there was only one MIC (Malaysian Indian Congress) representative as a main minister and two others as deputy ministers. He even went as far as to drag in the Gerakan president Tan Sri Dr. Koh Tsu Koon, saying that if Koh could be made a senator and a minister, that he s&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hould have been accorded the same privilege&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a contradicting use of the word. A privilege is given to a person not necessarily deserving it. The way he speaks is as if he should be given a position for what is due to him. As a young citizen of this country, I may not have as much "experience" as others claim to have, but my ability of basic logical sense would say this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the many years of unsatisfaction shown by the people of his performance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;his failure to convince the people, especially only through verbal means&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;his failure to even help his own community, the Indians, which now are tired and distrustful of him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;members in his own party wishing for him to step down&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think that would be more than hints for him to just back off. I would think with the "earnings" he has over the years, he would be wise to quit while he is ahead before tripping over something that will cause a greater loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Instead, he demands a position in the new government's line up. Personally speaking, I have not really read any articles of him detailing his accomplishments for the country and for his community. In fact, when the mention of tolls ripping people off comes into mind, the first name that usually appears is his. Only until recently when the Opposition party's members (Tony Pua being one of them! Woot!) were pushing their propositions on lifting the burden off the people when it comes to tolls, that the government said that they would look into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that only did the MCA suddenly "took initiative" to present their suggestions as to how do the same albeit with a lacklustre method compared to that of the Opposition's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datuk Seri S. Samy Vellu speaks as if the Indians are not represented in the new cabinet line up, when there is a fair number, though not necessarily from MIC itself. Which should not be the problem at all since they are all under the same coalition which is Barisan Nasional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ruling government always talks about the disunity in the Opposition's coalition. What about this then? At least the Opposition still support each other and respect the decisions made because they know that it is for the greater good of the people and the country. As shown in the previous political events where even DAP and PAS publicly showed support for each other despite their different polarities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples being that the non-Malays actually voted for PAS in the recent by-election at Bukit Gantang, uniting together to stand against a common foe. The PAS spiritual leader even supported and encouraged a DAP representative regarding the latter reciting lines from the Quran. Of course all the shroud of lies that we have been fed during the school days have been dispelled thanks to likes of independent writers and news providers. Especially Raja Petra Kamaruddin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that the people of this country will see educating themselves as a constant, a way of life. Knowledge is power. Use your wisdom and knowledge to determine what is truth and what is false. Do not take the words of others easily for yourself without first understanding and finding out if its true. Heck this is one of the simple facts of life. Sadly many people are unaware.&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/998517816564761606-3517958215605158287?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/3517958215605158287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=3517958215605158287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/3517958215605158287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/3517958215605158287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/04/keep-skin.html' title='Keep Skin'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-7276838597845104257</id><published>2009-03-25T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T23:49:19.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such Enthusiasm!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love watching Japanese musicians perform, especially when its a huge combo comprising of many people. It feels so electrifying and feels so lively. Just watch this! Be sure to watch out for the pirate and samurai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WWhoIe1U3lE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WWhoIe1U3lE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/998517816564761606-7276838597845104257?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/7276838597845104257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=7276838597845104257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/7276838597845104257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/7276838597845104257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/03/such-enthusiasm.html' title='Such Enthusiasm!'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-1468704685743665184</id><published>2009-03-18T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T00:01:58.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuts My Barreh! (Touch My Body)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7oGx2dImE8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7oGx2dImE8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/998517816564761606-1468704685743665184?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/1468704685743665184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=1468704685743665184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/1468704685743665184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/1468704685743665184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/03/tuts-my-barreh.html' title='Tuts My Barreh! (Touch My Body)'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-2933446552872619089</id><published>2009-03-06T18:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T18:32:53.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnetic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just came across this video and I thought it was pretty entertaining. Apparently Justin Timberlake did all the stunts himself. This is the extended version featuring more air time for Andy Samberg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mql92nLgtr8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mql92nLgtr8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/998517816564761606-2933446552872619089?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/2933446552872619089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=2933446552872619089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/2933446552872619089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/2933446552872619089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/03/magnetic.html' title='Magnetic'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-1717232301225351283</id><published>2009-03-03T14:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T15:07:00.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Captain Obvious!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here is a little information about me for those who wonder about the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://careerdirectonline.org/personalityID/share/?i=33377C33387C33367C34397C"&gt;  &lt;img style="width: 434px; height: 235px;" src="http://careerdirectonline.org/pid.php?s=33377C33387C33367C34397C" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;General Description&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an Analyzer, you tend to seek perfect outcomes in all of your plans and projects. In many situations, you “take things apart” in your mind and think about ways to do them better. You excel at this kind of mental examination, but you may tend to see family and friends as “projects,” rather than as people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Typical Areas of Strength&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analyzers, like you, tend to be analytical, logical, direct, confident, and they like new challenges. They excel at seeing the larger vision, creating efficient methods and procedures, and listening carefully for the facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Typical Areas of Struggle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to your tendency to focus on tasks, you sometimes show a lack of sensitivity to the feelings of family members and friends. When you are sharply focused on a task, you may come across as being overly critical, judgmental, blunt, or impatient with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Preferred Activities&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To maximize your talents, you look for situations in which you can offer logical solutions to complex challenges, and you evaluate and make the necessary changes to assure the desired outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Communication Style&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to provide insights and direction by teaching, managing, clarifying, and advising.&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/998517816564761606-1717232301225351283?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/1717232301225351283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=1717232301225351283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/1717232301225351283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/1717232301225351283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/03/captain-obvious.html' title='Captain Obvious!'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-8398576342943504329</id><published>2009-02-26T14:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T14:58:43.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P&amp;R 26.02.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (2:54:23 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;then she continue to tell me if she had a bf, she dont mind the bf go out and sleep with other girls as long its not a prostitute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peonxian v.01d 曾近贤 says: (2:54:43 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;hey man she sounds like your type&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/998517816564761606-8398576342943504329?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/8398576342943504329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=8398576342943504329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/8398576342943504329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/8398576342943504329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/02/p-260209.html' title='P&amp;R 26.02.09'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-1492312861913997945</id><published>2009-02-19T01:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T23:30:14.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Back to My Rocking Roots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Those who know me a bit, would know that I love music. Those who know me a little bit more, know that I really love music. Those that know me a little bit more than that, know that I am passionate about music. I would like to say that in my memories, I learnt to sing before I was even able to string a sentence together. It was also through music and song that I learnt words. I would often ask my parents what they were singing and then try to apply the words and sentences into everyday conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZxMHBBrJ_I/AAAAAAAAAR0/7X1i_AdsjYk/s1600-h/beatles-logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZxMHBBrJ_I/AAAAAAAAAR0/7X1i_AdsjYk/s320/beatles-logo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304198144553854962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was older, my dad introduced the Beatles to me and their influence on me grew each passing year. It had come to the point where singing their songs were not enough, that I had to be able to play their music as well. This was partially the motivation and contributing factor to my rapid self education (with a little help from my dad) of learning the guitar. Within a few weeks, I would already master just more than the basic chords for the guitar. The Beatles' songs were not the generic type of repetitive chord progressions as they had rare and unique chords in most of their songs that could not be found in generic songs. My determination to get the song right made learning these chords that are seldom played, much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time went on, I learnt more about their history bit by bit and the more I knew, the more I appreciated their work. The added knowledge even made their songs sound different to me, their songs sounded richer and I could share the feelings of their songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of years as the Beatles matured, so did their music. Each member developed their own style of music, everyone of them being unique with their respective influences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&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/998517816564761606-1492312861913997945?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/1492312861913997945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=1492312861913997945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/1492312861913997945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/1492312861913997945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/02/going-back-to-my-roots.html' title='Going Back to My Rocking Roots'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZxMHBBrJ_I/AAAAAAAAAR0/7X1i_AdsjYk/s72-c/beatles-logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-8350062023136129415</id><published>2009-02-14T20:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:17:24.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 14, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This has been circulated for at least a couple of years now... it is such a classic that I have to commemorate it by posting here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Share VD with the one you love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't kill yourself.&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/998517816564761606-8350062023136129415?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/8350062023136129415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=8350062023136129415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/8350062023136129415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/8350062023136129415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-14-2009.html' title='February 14, 2009'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-7494757099033889941</id><published>2009-02-11T14:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:42:41.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uneventful Day (I Wish)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I went to get my lunch at Tropicana City. Decided to get a hotdog from the 1901 there. I was greeted by the girl who has been working there for a while. While I was waiting for my food, she asked me if I worked in the building. My brain stalled for a few seconds processing numerous thoughts as to why was she asking me that. I just told her I worked in the building nearby and she stopped after that. Through the entire time while I was there, I noticed her being really happy and chatting rather quietly with her colleague as if they had something to hide. Maybe I am just being too self-conscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back to the exit I saw a girl and her dad who attends the church I used to attend. Her dad was checking out a shop as I looked their direction I noticed she did a quick turn to look another direction as if to pretend she didn't noticed me. So I just walked passed them and responded in kind. Now I know her dad was legitimately looking at something and really not notice anything that was happening around. I can't say the same for her. Oh well... she is but a sample of the people in the place I used to serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime while I was back in my office, two women showed up at the office door yet again. I can't remember if I wrote about it before but yes... they were insurance saleswomen again from the same company again. This has got to be almost the 10th time they have shown up at the office with their ever failing gambit of asking to fill up a survey. Of course after getting rid of them; like getting rid of the meat stuck between your teeth... I realized too late that I should have pulled one on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did tell them I already have plans with another company. What I should have also told them was that my friend is an agent for that company and to tell these women, that my friend said their company sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the day, there was an awesome view from my window. I saw the Selangor area bright and sunny whilst at the end of the horizon the Kuala Lumpur area was already darkened by rain clouds. The contrast was really a sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZQXOa5ulzI/AAAAAAAAARU/6pSxmLsiq5g/s1600-h/gloomy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZQXOa5ulzI/AAAAAAAAARU/6pSxmLsiq5g/s400/gloomy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301888197828974386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unfortunately my phone's camera could not capture the real life view.&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/998517816564761606-7494757099033889941?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/7494757099033889941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=7494757099033889941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/7494757099033889941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/7494757099033889941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/02/uneventful-day-i-wish.html' title='Uneventful Day (I Wish)'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZQXOa5ulzI/AAAAAAAAARU/6pSxmLsiq5g/s72-c/gloomy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-1012981926644673734</id><published>2009-01-23T16:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T16:39:41.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing A Lot With A Little</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I came across this music video which was remarkable. It is of Greg Laswell with the song How The Day Sounds. A few things that caught my attention and impressed me was not only Elijah Wood being in it. They also managed to produce a good video with such limited props and location. The location being a grocery mart. The direction of the video as well as the choreography of the moves were pretty amusing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1322721&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1322721&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/998517816564761606-1012981926644673734?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/1012981926644673734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=1012981926644673734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/1012981926644673734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/1012981926644673734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/01/doing-lot-with-little.html' title='Doing A Lot With A Little'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-390912170284423556</id><published>2009-01-22T14:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T11:42:28.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magazine Debut Mix Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So the latest issue of a local magazine just came out. They got my picture mixed up with another guy. Now the whole world will think that guy is me! If his picture was good looking and stuff, I wouldn't mind so much... but now my face is making someone else look good. I think they also dumbed down my article and titled it inaccurately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SXgPDGIE3FI/AAAAAAAAAQc/r_W7LK7GTgo/s1600-h/fuckedup_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SXgPDGIE3FI/AAAAAAAAAQc/r_W7LK7GTgo/s320/fuckedup_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293997907832527954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is up with that anyway? I remember submitting my article with my name in it as well as my photo labeled with my name on it.&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/998517816564761606-390912170284423556?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/390912170284423556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=390912170284423556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/390912170284423556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/390912170284423556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/01/magazine-debut-f-messed-up.html' title='Magazine Debut Mix Up'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SXgPDGIE3FI/AAAAAAAAAQc/r_W7LK7GTgo/s72-c/fuckedup_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-7382123917008170384</id><published>2009-01-21T11:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T18:24:37.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jizz in My Pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Lonely Island came up with a video that had Justin Timberlake... I just found it interesting because he did a cameo. Apparently this video is somewhat of a sequel to Dick in A Box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="270" width="440"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4pXfHLUlZf4&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/4pXfHLUlZf4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="270" width="440"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/998517816564761606-7382123917008170384?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/7382123917008170384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=7382123917008170384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/7382123917008170384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/7382123917008170384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/01/jizz-in-my-pants.html' title='Jizz in My Pants'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-4643736285068417584</id><published>2009-01-19T20:10:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:29:15.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lackluster Chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Popeye%27s_Chicken"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SXRyFd1nvII/AAAAAAAAAP8/UHAPi89RoS4/s320/poplogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292980900301618306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another American fast food franchise has opened in Malaysia! Well it is not really new. They used to have one in Ipoh but apparently that one closed down. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Popeye%27s_Chicken"&gt;Popeye's Chicken&lt;/a&gt; has opened in Taman Tun Dr. Ismail. It has replaced the tenancy of Shakey's Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SXRwE_5AluI/AAAAAAAAAPk/yVwknnT32bA/s1600-h/19012009028.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/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SXRwE_5AluI/AAAAAAAAAPk/yVwknnT32bA/s320/19012009028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292978693239510754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The picture quality above wasn't so great as I was rushing to take it as it was raining and I did not wait until the focusing finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SXRwlYNAhvI/AAAAAAAAAPs/PRWYU-w2m38/s1600-h/19012009029.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/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SXRwlYNAhvI/AAAAAAAAAPs/PRWYU-w2m38/s320/19012009029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292979249521657586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Which is quite ironic as Shakey's belongs to the same group as KFC and is situated right across the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SXRw9TpZ8vI/AAAAAAAAAP0/fEkjJ0nyvU4/s1600-h/19012009027.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/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SXRw9TpZ8vI/AAAAAAAAAP0/fEkjJ0nyvU4/s320/19012009027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292979660615447282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing that special about the interior. Their menu is somewhat limited though. Although they have a big ass sign outside which says 'Chicken &amp;amp; Seafood'. The only thing I noticed that would fit the latter category was their Fish Rice Bowl and Fish Sandwich. Although American menu does have a seafood platter. Maybe I missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SXRyOOVAsOI/AAAAAAAAAQE/VQA02RbcduY/s1600-h/19012009031.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/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SXRyOOVAsOI/AAAAAAAAAQE/VQA02RbcduY/s320/19012009031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292981050757132514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I opened the box to make sure I got what I ordered. It was the 3 piece combo which had 3 pieces of chicken, coleslaw, mashed potatoes and a biscuit (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Biscuit"&gt;the North American term&lt;/a&gt;) and a regular coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SXRzG0_7_eI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dZKiDfbpRak/s1600-h/19012009033.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/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SXRzG0_7_eI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dZKiDfbpRak/s320/19012009033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292982023210401250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what it looks like opened. Here is my review of the meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I usually eat with a set like this is the coleslaw. The coleslaw taste somewhat fresh, the kind of crispness and texture you'd get when you order coleslaw from places like Dave's Deli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mashed potatoes had a more spice and herb flavored sauce which was unlike your typical brown sauce that other places serve. The texture of the potato was slightly rough where you could feel some bits in it. This to me was a good sign that the potato was not reproduced from a powder substance. The texture, pre-mashing also was similar to the taro cake (wu tao go).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biscuit had a taste and texture a whole lot similar to scones, except a little more dense and this particular one was a little too salty for my taste. I was expecting more of a bland taste to "neutralize" the tastiness (or saltiness) of the chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the chicken which is the main show of the set was just underwhelming. It has a choice of two flavors being mild or spicy. I chose mild because I wanted to start with their "regular" or "original" first. The chicken tasted pretty ordinary. It tasted like the fried chicken you could get from Malay eateries or even the one from the Korean place, BBQ Chicken. Perhaps their specialty is in their spicy flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall... the chicken was okay, for now anyways since it is new, you can be assured their chicken are fresh and not oil soaked. So get it as early as you can to get your money's worth... for what it's worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SXR1R6DrrKI/AAAAAAAAAQU/QfkSUQwWeN8/s1600-h/loleye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SXR1R6DrrKI/AAAAAAAAAQU/QfkSUQwWeN8/s320/loleye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292984412570102946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Try it for yourself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998517816564761606-4643736285068417584?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/4643736285068417584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=4643736285068417584' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/4643736285068417584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/4643736285068417584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/01/lackluster-chicken.html' title='Lackluster Chicken'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SXRyFd1nvII/AAAAAAAAAP8/UHAPi89RoS4/s72-c/poplogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-1117164484101005601</id><published>2009-01-17T18:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T01:31:22.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commentary of Random Images</title><content type='html'>Took a few images and feel the need to waste space on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SXGxst0aFKI/AAAAAAAAAPE/WXsPMa4xcqM/s1600-h/23122008013.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/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SXGxst0aFKI/AAAAAAAAAPE/WXsPMa4xcqM/s320/23122008013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292206418908812450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some pathetic loser actually wrote a contact number on the walls of one of the shops in 1 Utama. He even got the number wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SXGyCPtb7MI/AAAAAAAAAPM/yoNdZoj5OgA/s1600-h/19122008012.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/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SXGyCPtb7MI/AAAAAAAAAPM/yoNdZoj5OgA/s320/19122008012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292206788783631554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we have chocolate(Kirby) and coffee(Speedy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SXGyPumZe9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/cQ5S0q_aUC8/s1600-h/27122008016.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/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SXGyPumZe9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/cQ5S0q_aUC8/s320/27122008016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292207020413909970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A good amount of drinks to help me through a wedding dinner. On the left was a mix of coke and beer. The middle was just tea which I did not really drink and the right was pure beer to numb out the some of the on goings on the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SXGy2EtTHMI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VGDJIIpB7P0/s1600-h/05012009017.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/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SXGy2EtTHMI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VGDJIIpB7P0/s320/05012009017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292207679183461570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tropicana City opened not too long ago and it's right beside my office block. They just opened and it seems that they already have ran &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out of break&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/998517816564761606-1117164484101005601?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/1117164484101005601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=1117164484101005601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/1117164484101005601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/1117164484101005601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/01/commentation-of-random-images.html' title='Commentary of Random Images'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SXGxst0aFKI/AAAAAAAAAPE/WXsPMa4xcqM/s72-c/23122008013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-5065799330953749312</id><published>2009-01-12T18:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:13:35.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curse of Competence</title><content type='html'>Yes... I do feel like these most of the time. Ever since I started working, I feel I could relate more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dilbert.com/dyn/str_strip/000000000/00000000/0000000/000000/20000/4000/300/24384/24384.strip.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 456px; height: 142px;" src="http://dilbert.com/dyn/str_strip/000000000/00000000/0000000/000000/20000/4000/300/24384/24384.strip.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dilbert.com/dyn/str_strip/000000000/00000000/0000000/000000/00000/1000/700/1743/1743.strip.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 456px; height: 142px;" src="http://www.dilbert.com/dyn/str_strip/000000000/00000000/0000000/000000/00000/1000/700/1743/1743.strip.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dilbert.com/dyn/str_strip/000000000/00000000/0000000/000000/00000/1000/700/1738/1738.strip.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 456px; height: 142px;" src="http://www.dilbert.com/dyn/str_strip/000000000/00000000/0000000/000000/00000/1000/700/1738/1738.strip.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dilbert.com/dyn/str_strip/000000000/00000000/0000000/000000/00000/1000/700/1727/1727.strip.sunday.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; height: 202px; width: 456px;" src="http://www.dilbert.com/dyn/str_strip/000000000/00000000/0000000/000000/00000/1000/700/1727/1727.strip.sunday.gif" 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/998517816564761606-5065799330953749312?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/5065799330953749312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=5065799330953749312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/5065799330953749312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/5065799330953749312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/01/curse-of-competence.html' title='Curse of Competence'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-2122671618128345468</id><published>2009-01-04T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T15:00:23.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keyframe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another year has come and gone, another year has started. Just like every other year, it is basically a time frame or a bracket set on the uncertain length of a line which we call life. See if I can put it in a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;----[2007]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;[2008]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;[2009]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;----?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people always look forward to "practicing" new years' resolutions. I look forward to them giving up on it. Look it at as a win-win situation. If they managed to successfully pull through, good on them as they gained something, if they don't then I amused by knowing they couldn't. Everybody wins something. Don't be hating. I am just making the best of Murphy's Law. Don't hate the player. It's the game... of life.&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/998517816564761606-2122671618128345468?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/2122671618128345468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=2122671618128345468' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/2122671618128345468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/2122671618128345468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2009/01/keyframe.html' title='Keyframe'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-1771580731204110585</id><published>2008-12-25T03:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T04:34:22.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Morning Reflections at 4am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I read a significantly known blogger's latest article. He was sharing about how this year he would be spending Christmas all alone. Due to his recent break up. He writes about comparisons between him and her justifying why it did not work out. Through these reasons pointed out and the way it is written, it sounded like it was never meant to be. It sounded as if it was failing against "fate".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading the article clearly showed what was... incompatible between the both of them. Sounded like he did a lot for her, trying to fulfill her expectations whilst not giving up what he wanted to do. I will try my best to refrain from citing the really obvious points. So to whomever is oblivious or dense, bad luck. Emphasis was placed on arguing often. Arguing is caused by absence of mutual agreement. Most of the time disagreements are often caused by unwillingness to see, listen and most of all give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember watching one episode of Judge Judy while I was in Australia. To the arguing ex-couple who were the prosecutor and defendant, she said "A relationship is about giving." To dumb people, they may go "what on earth is she talking about?" I thought about that sentence, it made perfect sense to me. If you're in a relationship it should be because of love. You love the person so much that you would do a lot of things for that person. It would not ever cross your mind to seem like a burden. Because you love that person. A long while back I wrote about love so I do not wish to repeat myself, unless of course by popular request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, take that attitude of loving someone, put two persons who love each other. Would you think there would be much disagreements? Especially when it comes to who gets their way? It should not even matter in the first place! Once you feel it has become a burden, a chore or something you do not feel comfortable doing... you should beware that something is not right. These are the small starting signs that the relationship is in danger. Reading on many articles about what authors' view on a relationship, I would like to quote this. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A relationship should be an addition to your life. It should not overwrite your existing one.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see some people whom after they got a girlfriend, turn themselves into a different person. His entire life's schedule revolves around the girlfriend, he has to do everything for her. Drive her around, buy her things and a whole lot of other menial tasks. The guy literally is a shell of his former self, you do not see him for who he really is anymore, everything he does has to be in relevance to her or for her. That is no way to live. It is voluntarily enslaving yourself to a person who probably is just using you while you are still useful and is not depleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the girl loved the guy she was with, she would understand him and not throw a bitch fit at certain things. Unless of course if a plan was set and mutually agreed upon and the guy did not fulfill it and has no good reasons for it, he deserves to be yelled at. This of course brings us to the point of communication. Interaction. A lot of arguments in relationships happen due to expectations that were not made known to each other beforehand. Also maturity comes into play I guess... If you are the type that refuses to work things out and it has to be your way, then you are screwed. You should not think about having a relationship at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... I am sleepy now. Have to wake up in 3 hours time... Will continue later.&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/998517816564761606-1771580731204110585?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/1771580731204110585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=1771580731204110585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/1771580731204110585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/1771580731204110585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2008/12/early-morning-reflections-at-4am.html' title='Early Morning Reflections at 4am'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-8906942219297685218</id><published>2008-12-05T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T19:03:14.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Party And I'll Bitch If I Want To</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meh.&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/998517816564761606-8906942219297685218?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/8906942219297685218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=8906942219297685218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/8906942219297685218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/8906942219297685218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-my-party-and-ill-bitch-if-i-want-to.html' title='It&apos;s My Party And I&apos;ll Bitch If I Want To'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-8358115368628185889</id><published>2008-12-01T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T14:35:06.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Ain't Talking About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I like how when people are addressed generally in a bad way, most of them will continue in their described bad ways as nothing happened while thinking that they aren't the ones being addressed. The people in this country have a lot of pride. Most of them don't really know or have a good reason to be, but as long as they remain comfortably in their safety perimeter, they could not care less.&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/998517816564761606-8358115368628185889?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/8358115368628185889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=8358115368628185889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/8358115368628185889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/8358115368628185889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2008/12/he-aint-talking-about-me.html' title='He Ain&apos;t Talking About Me'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-6660512880476669743</id><published>2008-12-01T12:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T12:07:11.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Video-object Manipulation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This just in and I had to place this somewhere. Apparently Adobe is working on a video editing software which makes editing videos seem so much more easier and even do certain things which I have not even thought possible before. How would you like to manipulate a video where you could make sure everybody was looking their best in one single frame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="302"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2345579&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2345579&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="302"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&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/998517816564761606-6660512880476669743?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/6660512880476669743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=6660512880476669743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/6660512880476669743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/6660512880476669743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2008/12/video-object-manipulation.html' title='Video-object Manipulation'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-6255725948185302236</id><published>2008-12-01T10:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:30:34.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk is Oh... So Cheap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With the way how people are throwing it these days, it certainly feels like it. It has come to the point where people are talking as if their words were either encrypted or not realizing the significance. Kind of like casting pearls before swines. Whatever happened to the days when it was... "Let your yes be yes and your no be no?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often emphasize and practice zealously about the proper use of vernacular. You all should know by now how fast and misguided words fly around. Especially in these current times. You will notice in the media that more popular figures are giving out so much apologetics for whatever previous statements they made. Compare this to western known figures and you will see and hear literally a world of difference. Even if they were not being honest with you, they still knew how to put it in a way that it sounded definite. In this country, when people say things, it has so much holes in it that has so much room for misinterpretations and suspicions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be able to get away with fluffing your words trying to hide your true intentions. However this only works on those of inferior minds. To those who are all too familiar with such, the facade is just plain annoying and a total waste of time. What pisses me off personally is knowing what really is going on but having to go through their lines... looking at their faces to see them having the audacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me that he hated being read like a book. A couple of possibilities then occur to me. Here they are in no order of priority.&lt;br /&gt;1. Dislike the fact that they are predictable as if they had no control over their lives&lt;br /&gt;2. Have too much to hide, however trivial it may be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued in later series.&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/998517816564761606-6255725948185302236?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/6255725948185302236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=6255725948185302236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/6255725948185302236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/6255725948185302236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2008/12/talk-is-oh-so-cheap.html' title='Talk is Oh... So Cheap'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-1348994354581410494</id><published>2008-11-28T07:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T14:27:18.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/STIyFOQZHRI/AAAAAAAAAO8/6q4YiCppECU/s1600-h/megamuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/STIyFOQZHRI/AAAAAAAAAO8/6q4YiCppECU/s320/megamuff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274333178911857938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm sayin' man... There are very few things in life worth waking up to early in the morning. And a Sausage McMuffin with Egg is worth every single bit. Currently there is the Mega Sausage McMuffin promotion going on where it has not just one... but two succulent sausages with fluffy egg and delicious melted cheese. All in a fresh english muffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only wish it was convenient, affordable and healthier enough to be able to have it everyday for breakfast.  To top it off, it should go with a hash brown and a warm cup of chocolate. Om nom nom nom~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998517816564761606-1348994354581410494?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/1348994354581410494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=1348994354581410494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/1348994354581410494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/1348994354581410494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-morning.html' title='A Good Morning'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/STIyFOQZHRI/AAAAAAAAAO8/6q4YiCppECU/s72-c/megamuff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-6791088551675781965</id><published>2008-11-27T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T13:08:28.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking for Granted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I will never take for granted breathing, drinking, eating again. I had a throat infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never take for granted talking, singing, shouting again. I lost my voice after recovery.&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/998517816564761606-6791088551675781965?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/6791088551675781965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=6791088551675781965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/6791088551675781965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/6791088551675781965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2008/11/taking-for-granted.html' title='Taking for Granted'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-854181794637016588</id><published>2008-11-21T08:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:14:31.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Its About Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So few people in this country ever know about Monty Python. I usually only can crack and recite stuff whenever &lt;a href="http://ewokiebear.blogspot.com"&gt;Ewokie&lt;/a&gt; is around because he is the only one who knows it. He is the one that introduced me to this North American pop(ish) culture. Though I am not able to appreciate all of their jokes. There are few to me which are true gems that have been inspiration to modern day comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have finally and officially uploaded &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/MontyPython"&gt;their own high quality videos here&lt;/a&gt;. Hopefully you guys will take a look at their stuff. Though I am sure many of the local populace might just not get most of the funnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OGqX-tkDXEk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OGqX-tkDXEk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998517816564761606-854181794637016588?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/854181794637016588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=854181794637016588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/854181794637016588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/854181794637016588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-its-about-time.html' title='Well Its About Time'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-1982466435731086947</id><published>2008-11-19T00:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:36:29.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Among the many things I had to do over the weekend here are some pictures I managed to capture along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SSLtG4AuSyI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7e5iAHRVhXA/s1600-h/wotlk001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SSLtG4AuSyI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7e5iAHRVhXA/s320/wotlk001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270035216347319074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I met the majestic &lt;a href="http://www.wowwiki.com/Alexstrasza"&gt;Queen of the Red Dragonflight, Alexstrasza&lt;/a&gt; which prior to this was only heard of in books and by reputation. She looks so much hotter than ever imagined. Standing beside her is one of her most important consorts, &lt;a href="http://www.wowwiki.com/Korialstrasz"&gt;Korialstrasz&lt;/a&gt;, her most favored and useful consort; male-whore. I guess when you're Queen of all life, you can disregard your mate's feelings and just find any younger replacement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SSLuAS6K3kI/AAAAAAAAAOc/l9jkgF5PwLc/s1600-h/wotlk002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SSLuAS6K3kI/AAAAAAAAAOc/l9jkgF5PwLc/s320/wotlk002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270036202820132418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also went to gather some information about events that have yet to happen or have happened, with the assistance of my future self. Can't say there is any better looking person than that! Together with our uber gear and skills, we manage to wreak havoc against those that tried to stop us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SSLueKV2kLI/AAAAAAAAAOk/gev3l_Sh-Ws/s1600-h/wotlk003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SSLueKV2kLI/AAAAAAAAAOk/gev3l_Sh-Ws/s320/wotlk003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270036715916398770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also came face to face with Arthas, the Lich King himself... once again saying that he won't turn destroy me just yet. Apparently when you're all that powerful you tend to delay your wrath on people who seem like a potential threat to you. I also had to get into position, in front of him. I was originally on the right of him but had to position myself for a better camera shot.&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/998517816564761606-1982466435731086947?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/1982466435731086947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=1982466435731086947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/1982466435731086947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/1982466435731086947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2008/11/over-weekend.html' title='Over the Weekend'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SSLtG4AuSyI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7e5iAHRVhXA/s72-c/wotlk001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-4208526118322010294</id><published>2008-11-11T19:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T19:52:16.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allow Me to Introduce Ourselves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everybody is selfish. Everybody looks out for themselves. Do things which only benefit them, whether gratifications come instantly or are set to mature. This is what makes human. To acknowledge is to be honest. To be honest acknowledging it is to be aware. To be aware is power gained. The power to do something about it. Most people do not. In fact, they not only acknowledge it, they embrace it like a hidden affair that they do not want others to know, or would ever admit to having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This very essence corrupts even the most beautiful person. The outward beauty of the person may remain, but inside they are rotten and decayed. As time goes by, it will be seen on the outside as well. Like how the living rot inside destroys everything and eventually the artificiality that is the husk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now most people will first think that my meaning of selfish is that of a person who is greedy and only does stuff for himself or the opposite of being generous. This is only a fraction of what selfishness is. There are many things a person does or does not, which can also be a selfish act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me get one thing clear for you lame-men out there. Selfish does not mean a person who vendors fish. '-ish' is added to give some form of approximate value. Like foolish. Fool. Foolish. See it working? More to come in future writings.&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/998517816564761606-4208526118322010294?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/4208526118322010294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=4208526118322010294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/4208526118322010294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/4208526118322010294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2008/11/allow-me-to-introduce-ourselves.html' title='Allow Me to Introduce Ourselves'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-3999774936339947861</id><published>2008-11-09T02:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T02:49:46.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh To Be Young Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well... that and especially still studying. Where I have the freedom and time to play games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anticipated games for the ending of this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;World of Warcraft: Wrath of the Lich King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SRXa2IwK_8I/AAAAAAAAAMk/-rIxP4swUjo/s1600-h/wotlk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SRXa2IwK_8I/AAAAAAAAAMk/-rIxP4swUjo/s320/wotlk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266355962876985282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it has been around 3 years since I started playing World of Warcraft, back in the days when Molten Core was a big thing all the way until Burning Crusade now. Blizzard will be releasing their 2nd expansion next week. I already preordered mine yargh! If you guys have not heard of World of Warcraft, it is an MMO which takes places in the timeline after Warcraft 3: The Frozen Throne. You play a character immersed in the world of Azeroth and in their first expansion Burning Crusade; the Outland. If you liked the RTS Warcraft 1, 2 and 3 this game will be a great addition in satisfying your hunger for more game lore. You will actually get to quest and adventure in the geographical setting of Warcraft! I know I was ecstatic upon finding out that I could visit the Dark Portal as well as being able to see famous figures like Tyrande and even Zul'jin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrath of the Lich King shifts back the focus to Arthas who has merged with the Ner'zhul; the lich king and has begun mobilizing his army threatening the existence of Azeroth. Players will now answer the call to quest and level to 80 and beat the lich king up like a pinata and hope he drops phat epic loots that you can use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Command &amp;amp; Conquer: Red Alert 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SRXcnmQ_kFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/I6eZkMaQlTs/s1600-h/ra3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SRXcnmQ_kFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/I6eZkMaQlTs/s320/ra3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266357912124493906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I was initially very excited that they were finally creating a follow up to the Red Alert series. However as time went on and they gradually revealed more information of the game, it seem to have turned into something more comedic than focusing on the action. What makes this game worth a look is that they have outdone themselves this time around successfully getting reasonably famous actors for the characters in the game. Big names like Tim Curry, Jonathan Pryce, George Takei and that dude who played J. Jonah Jameson in the Spiderman movies. What is even more enticing is that they got hot chicks as well. Names like Jenny McCarthy, Kelly Hu, Gemma Atkinson and my favorite of them all, Autumn Reeser. They have really gone far to get famous people to promote their stuff. They even made custom video promotions on youtube as response to frequently watched videos there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SRXdBXGkzsI/AAAAAAAAAM0/MhIQhLso2jE/s1600-h/ra3hoff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SRXdBXGkzsI/AAAAAAAAAM0/MhIQhLso2jE/s320/ra3hoff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266358354730864322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Hoff endorses this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomb Raider Underworld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SRXdhUEFytI/AAAAAAAAAM8/SM977opBtjE/s1600-h/tru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SRXdhUEFytI/AAAAAAAAAM8/SM977opBtjE/s320/tru.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266358903670950610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lara Croft is still going strong and she looks way better than before. She is one of the few that look hotter as time goes by. Sadly she isn't real. Tomb Raider Underworld continues off where Tomb Raider Legends finished. As far as I can remember, Lara Croft is trying to discover how to get to the land of Avalon, that of King Arthur's myth where she believes her mother is currently trapped. Prior to Tomb Raider Legend, I hated the Tomb Raider series due to its rigid and crappy controls. Upon reading reviews and promotions about how Tomb Raider Legend would be different from its predecessors, I decided to give it a try. Man did they redeem themselves. The controls were so fluid and intuitive that all you had to worry about is how to solve the level. Now with Tomb Raider Underworld, they promise even more fluid motions and seemingly real that it blends well with the environment. I've seen the screenshots and it does look real promising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many games, so many hours required to play them, so little time to do so... Sigh&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/998517816564761606-3999774936339947861?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/3999774936339947861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=3999774936339947861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/3999774936339947861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/3999774936339947861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-to-be-young-again.html' title='Oh To Be Young Again'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SRXa2IwK_8I/AAAAAAAAAMk/-rIxP4swUjo/s72-c/wotlk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-8668810094365112472</id><published>2008-11-06T15:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:54:13.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Solitaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is it worth leaving everything behind,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to pursue this so called happiness,&lt;br /&gt;When it was maybe what you had all along,&lt;br /&gt;And were just too oblivious?&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/998517816564761606-8668810094365112472?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/8668810094365112472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=8668810094365112472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/8668810094365112472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/8668810094365112472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2008/11/playing-solitaire.html' title='Playing Solitaire'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-2314258518626985779</id><published>2008-11-05T12:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:32:54.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Smarts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I answered a phone call today. I don't know I think it kind of made me go double yoo tee eff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Hello can I speak to [Name of staff withheld].&lt;br /&gt;Me: He no longer works here.&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Then uh... can I speak to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What in the world...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What is this regarding?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Uh... this is regarding server/domain renewal.&lt;br /&gt;Me: For which site?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: [Name of company withheld].&lt;br /&gt;Me: I see, the person in charge currently is out of the office.&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Is it [Name of my boss withheld]?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, the person in charge is [Name of my colleague withheld]. If it is urgent I will get him to call you as soon as he returns to the office.&lt;br /&gt;Woman: It's okay la, we have his number. We're a server/domain company you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ... okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* Do I really need to explain how things should have been done? Okay for the benefit of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you people&lt;/span&gt;. She should have first addressed herself; who she was and where she was from followed by asking to speak with whoever she needed to speak to. At least state her reason for calling after asking for the person she needed to contact. Instead of trying to dig her way in trying to drop off whatever responsibility she has on the next most convenient person. You tell me shit I don't know about won't do any use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After actually offering to get whoever she was looking for to contact her, she pulls this shit where she knows what she's doing by stating what her company does. That wasn't really clear to me but okay. I guess the bottom line was that she had the contacts, then why didn't she call there in the first place?&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/998517816564761606-2314258518626985779?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/2314258518626985779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=2314258518626985779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/2314258518626985779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/2314258518626985779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-answered-phone-call-today.html' title='Phone Smarts'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-4163138062414775806</id><published>2008-11-03T17:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T15:53:35.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erebētā Akushon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/7c/ElevatorAction-ingame.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 224px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/7c/ElevatorAction-ingame.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you remember that game on Nintendo? Where you played as a spy going down a tall building with shit loads of elevators in them. You had to transit between these unrealistic number of elevators within the one building to get to the ground floor. Of course, proving to be a hindrance are enemies dressed in black and other stuff (I didn't get really far to encounter other stuff).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are armed with a gun and have a jump ability, which in my experience was never really useful for anything except to activate a funny sound effect when you jumped. I used to think you could jump over enemy bullets as a way of defense against enemies. Truth is it does not work that way and you only end up looking like you were jumping into position to get shot in the nuts. Which is what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's up with those people that use elevators in this country? Just as they are retardedly inconsiderate at places like the LRT and eating areas, there is no exception for elevators. Ever had the experience, where you were in the elevator wanting to get out, but people are standing right in the middle of the doorway wanting to get in? I mean what the hell is that? Common sense would be to make way for people to get out, so you would have space to get in. Instead, they rather push and squeeze their way in while people are trying to get out. I wish I could shout to them to get out of my face or sparta-kick them out of my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SQ7yqK5jjsI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_fzGt-JCJ6s/s1600-h/spartakick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SQ7yqK5jjsI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_fzGt-JCJ6s/s320/spartakick.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264411820736876226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't care if you have no manners. Get some freaking common sense. Get out of my way so I can get out of your way.&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/998517816564761606-4163138062414775806?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/4163138062414775806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=4163138062414775806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/4163138062414775806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/4163138062414775806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2008/11/erebt-akushon.html' title='Erebētā Akushon!'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SQ7yqK5jjsI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_fzGt-JCJ6s/s72-c/spartakick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-2309581258657641048</id><published>2008-10-20T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T01:05:02.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want Nobody But You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now I usually don't do Korean. One of my friend who's crazy over Korean girls decided to show me one of the usual videos of Korean girls that he likes. This particular one had a very catchy tune. The dance was also very cute so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yz9LQy0rmq0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yz9LQy0rmq0&amp;hl=en&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;I want nobody nobody but &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you&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/998517816564761606-2309581258657641048?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/2309581258657641048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=2309581258657641048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/2309581258657641048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/2309581258657641048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-want-nobody-but-you.html' title='I Want Nobody But You'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-6654652139009204854</id><published>2008-09-30T22:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T00:00:55.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies Preview September 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Back with surprisingly interesting movie trailers I've watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soul Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Samuel L. Jackson, Bernie Mac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Watch out for, Isaac Hayes and John Legend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two guys who were formerly in a performing group reunite and attempt to tour around the country as a tribute to their member who died. Now what makes this movie interesting was that it made me curious as to watching probably one of the final film that featured the late Bernie Mac and Isaac Hayes who passed away not too long from each other. The trailer does not promise much, it might not be as great as I would expect it to be, but I hope there will be a feel good factor towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bedtime Stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Adam Sandler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now most people should know who Adam Sandler is and what kind of movie he's in. I actually made a statement before saying that his pieces have improved as years go by and had higher and higher expectations from him. Until I watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Do Not Mess with the Zohan&lt;/span&gt;. I am really hoping that film was not his idea as it was put together rather poorly and left much to be desired. Anyways back to this one. Seeing that it is produced by Disney, it should have some minimum level of standards. Watching the trailer, it does look promising. Just be warned there will be a lot of parodies and rip off from other famous movies and stories. The challenge here is to see if Disney can pull it off tastefully. Knowing that it is a movie with Adam Sandler, expect a lot of famous appearances throughout the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Best Friend's Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dane Cook, Kate Hudson, Jason Biggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Watch out for Alec Baldwin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jay and Silent Bob Strikes Back&lt;/span&gt;, Jason Biggs played himself as a guest appearance making fun of himself implying that he was always stereotyped into a particular character. The sad thing is that it may be true. The movies I've watched starring him always had him be the underdog who gets the girl because of his goody-goodness. In this film he plays the typical nice guy and a girl (Kate Hudson) he's dating gets bored of him and puts their relationship on hold. He then turns to his best friend (Dane Cook) whose profession is to be a douchebag boyfriend for hire, which he hopes would get the girl to see how nice of a guy Jason Biggs is and eventually come back to him. Things of course don't go to plan whereby the more assholic Dane Cook behaves, the more Kate Hudson likes it. Expect some American Pie'ish gags to appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sex Drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Josh Zuckerman, Amanda Crew, Clark Duke, Seth Green, James Marsden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay the only two names I recognize here are Seth Green and James Marsden. Who is James Marsden? He is the douchebag Cyclops from the X-men movie franchise. It is about some guy (Josh Zuckerman) having a fake persona online which attracts an unknown pretty girl who wants to meet up with him. He steals James Marsden's car to drive across country to meet her. James Marsden looks pretty different now I could not recognize him until I checked out the cast information. Seth Green plays an amish in this one. Should be interesting to see how it turns out. Probably one of those average teen movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Lucky Ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Rachel McAdams, Tim Robbins, Michael Peña&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three soldiers somehow end up traveling together in a car to a common destination for respective purposes. Together they face all kinds of stereotypical misconceptions of serving their country while also having to deal with their own personal problems. Looks to me like those heartwarming hallmark channel feel good kind of movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;John Travolta, Miley Cyrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else is known about the rest of the cast. This 3D animation is about a dog actor (John Travolta) who has been onstage all his life acting as some superhero dog. This in time has made him think that he is actually a dog with superpowers. He gets accidentally shipped to New York and now has to find his way back home. Along the way he makes friends with a cat and a hamster/guinea pig in a ball. The cat is reluctantly forced to help Bolt while the hamster thinks he is a real superhero and is over enthusiastic on facing the dangers of the adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ghost Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ricky Gervais, Téa Leoni, Greg Kinnear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricky Gervais plays a dentist who is intolerant of other people. That caught my attention because that sounded like me, only that Ricky Gervais is worse in a sense his attitude affects others physically. Like stealing a cab or not holding the lift for someone. After a trip to the hospital he suddenly is able to communicate with the dead. Greg Kinnear plays the main dead guy who pesters him to help all the other dead people. Greg Kinnear then cuts a deal with him saying that if Ricky Gervais can stop Greg Kinnear's ex-wife (Téa Leoni) from marrying a bad person, he will not bother Ricky Gervais anymore and will make the other dead people go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RockNRolla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Gerard Butler, Gemma Arterton, Thandie Newton and more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Watch out for Chris Bridges aka Ludacris!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure the cast has more recognizable talents, but I also think they are mostly British so yeah... I wouldn't know. Sorry. I am not really sure as to the basis of the story. Apparently its a bunch of people who are involved one way or another in the underworld and they are all trying to get their hands on some money somebody made. Kind of unclear at this point. Kind of like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Layer Cake&lt;/span&gt;. Explosive action is to be expected of this show which includes gangters, guns and explosives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Jim Carrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim Carrey as a person who always says no in his life takes up the challenge of saying yes instead. This opens up a whole new world of new different experiences he could not possible have if he was in his old ways of saying no to everything. Sounds strangely similar to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Liar Liar&lt;/span&gt; except that in this one instead of being compelled to tell the truth, he says yes to things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Appaloosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Viggo Mortensen, Ed Harris, Renee Zellweger, Jeremy Irons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not just one of them western cowboy shows anymore. This has real promising stuff such as Aragorn, Ed Harris and Jeremy Irons. JEREMY IRONS! You don't hear his name in many films these days. He probably is pretty picky with his movies so this should set the expectation bar quite high. Its a couple of cowboy dudes (Viggo Mortensen and Ed Harris) who are hired to rid a town of a bad guy (Jeremy Irons) and his bad guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What Just Happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Robert De Niro, Sean Penn, Catherine Keener, John Turturro, Robin Wright Penn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Watch out for Bruce Willis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert De Niro as a Hollywood Producer faces all sorts of crises in his day job as well as his life. That's pretty much it. You'll have to watch the trailer to get the details of this in elaborate and emphasized manner. But it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Death Race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Jason Statham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Watch out for Robin Shou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A NASCAR racer gets framed for murdering his wife and gets put in jail. The head of the jail is a woman who created a game show where the prisoners are forced to compete which is a race to the death. Whoever wins gets to walk out of prison free. So she makes Jason Statham compete in the game for his freedom. Think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Transporter&lt;/span&gt; but with machine guns, napalms and stuff on the car. This should bring more excitement than one of them fast and furious type shows. It has cars, it has guns, it has fight scenes and chicks. What else do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Max Payne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mark Wahlberg, Mila Kunis, Beau Bridges, Ludacris, Chris O'Donnell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Watch out for Nelly Furtado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapted from the famous computer game, Max Payne a police agent goes beyond the law to avenge his family's death making him wanted by both the law and the bad guys. Now I never completed the first Max Payne game because my computer was lousy back then. But the movie trailer did show some supernatural elements and there was talk about the devil building an army and searching for something God is hiding. The trailer had effects and elements reminding me of Constantine that starred Keanu Reeves. Whats funny is that Max Payne computer game had effects similar to the Matrix which starred Keanu Reeves who also did Constantine.&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/998517816564761606-6654652139009204854?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/6654652139009204854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=6654652139009204854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/6654652139009204854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/6654652139009204854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2008/09/movies-preview-september-2008.html' title='Movies Preview September 2008'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-7738133913972379418</id><published>2008-09-23T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T17:57:31.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgot the Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Narcissist or in a more crude term, attention-whores. They are everywhere. Most of them can be easily found in... most of them can be easily found. Obviously because they make it easy to find them. Such species are airborne going wherever they can. However their natural habitat tends to be online communities, such as Facebook, Friendster and MySpace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read an article where researchers claim they could use Facebook to detect narcissism, by observing the type of images and words that they use. I think anybody with a decent brain would know its already far too obvious and you do not need science to show it. The saying I can currently think of at the moment is "where there is smoke, there is fire." When people behave in a certain way, you can be sure the behaviour will fall under certain types of category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.physorg.com/news141308850.html"&gt;Read the original article here.&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/998517816564761606-7738133913972379418?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/7738133913972379418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=7738133913972379418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/7738133913972379418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/7738133913972379418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2008/09/forgot-word.html' title='Forgot the Word'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-5761089675365961663</id><published>2008-09-18T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T00:15:35.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere Over My Guitar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These are old and I have probably linked some of you these video files before. However I rediscovered them and felt like they needed to be shared once again because they are just too good to let by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake Shimabukuro plays the Beatles' song; While My Guitar Gently Weeps with a ukulele. That's right. A ukulele. Imagine me already having a difficult time trying to play this song on a normal 6-string guitar. This guy does it on a small 4-string. I actually prefer this version over the original for its feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O9mEKMz2Pvo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O9mEKMz2Pvo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I discovered that Jake actually played this song together with Tommy Emmanuel. Which sounded like they had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J5qakFIecBU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J5qakFIecBU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to listen to more of Tommy's stuff, I found this video of him playing his version of Somewhere Over the Rainbow. It was so heartwarming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fZNJf-h7F8s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fZNJf-h7F8s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I give to be able to play like them.&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/998517816564761606-5761089675365961663?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/5761089675365961663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=5761089675365961663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/5761089675365961663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/5761089675365961663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2008/09/somewhere-over-my-guitar.html' title='Somewhere Over My Guitar'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-1220485934464374127</id><published>2008-09-15T17:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T17:28:05.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P&amp;R 15.09.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peonxian v.01d says: (5:14:41 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;for you... i think as long as your brain doesn't register it as shit, you'll eat it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (5:15:33 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (5:15:34 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;oh yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (5:15:38 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;i eat frog vagina yesteday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peonxian v.01d says: (5:17:01 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;see i didn't need to know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (5:17:30 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;frog vagina is expensive - i was told, so its a delicacy which comes with shark's fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peonxian v.01d says: (5:17:54 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and because you were told it was expensive and a delicacy, you just had to eat it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (5:22:56 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;no cause its comes inside the sharkfin soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (5:23:03 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;i din relised it until i finished y protion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peonxian v.01d says: (5:23:29 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;lol... might as well have unicorn's horn in there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rzeznik Janczyk says: (5:24:25 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;yesteday got pig's fallopio tuib&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that and he's afraid of vegetables.&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/998517816564761606-1220485934464374127?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/1220485934464374127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=1220485934464374127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/1220485934464374127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/1220485934464374127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2008/09/p-150908.html' title='P&amp;R 15.09.08'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998517816564761606.post-7249859171300019960</id><published>2008-09-11T09:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T12:11:04.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Paying?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ever got invited to join a birthday dinner at a very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt; place? You glance through the menu and realize that the prices are beyond what you would pay for, most likely due to it probably not being worth or should not be costing that much. So you try to order reasonably, selecting foods that are as decently priced as possible. You then notice everybody else ordering the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nicer&lt;/span&gt; stuff. You would think whatever they order is not really any of your business as it would not affect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the bill. Without prior arrangement as to how to go about paying, someone just suggests that the bill is split evenly. That is when you think you just got ripped off. In that kind of situation it is pretty difficult because everybody else who ordered way more in terms of pricing compared to yours will think you are cheap or calculative if you raise the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have experienced this all too often. I have resolved not to participate in these events because personally, I cannot afford it. Or some might say I am too cheap. Either way it is my money. I decide how to manage &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; money. I work for my money and I decide what would be "wise investments."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the article I came across which motivated me to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2008/LIVING/wayoflife/09/10/lw.pay.for.my.party/index.html"&gt;Welcome to my party - now pay up!&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/998517816564761606-7249859171300019960?l=pneoxian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/feeds/7249859171300019960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998517816564761606&amp;postID=7249859171300019960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/7249859171300019960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998517816564761606/posts/default/7249859171300019960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pneoxian.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-is-paying.html' title='Who is Paying?'/><author><name>pneoxian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687567810050384053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0gGJUYJoA4/SZlJwbW6UoI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hiet6KGkeAo/S220/jan09square+v2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
