<?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-2606357881611884068</id><updated>2012-01-31T05:20:54.048+08:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='Changes'/><category term='Tokio Hotel'/><category term='Philippines'/><category term='UTP'/><category term='Ghost'/><category term='news'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='KL'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Ipoh'/><category term='July 2006 batch'/><category term='Malaysia'/><category term='dog'/><category term='decisions'/><category term='Tags'/><category term='internship'/><category term='Movie Review'/><category term='Katy Perry'/><category term='For laughs'/><category term='E-mails'/><category term='MTV World Stage'/><category term='Bali'/><category term='Penang'/><category term='suicide'/><category term='Annoying'/><category term='Ramblings'/><category term='family'/><category term='Food'/><category term='DoTA'/><category term='Euphonious'/><category term='Weekends'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Kenny Sia'/><category term='Concerts'/><category term='Wonder Girls'/><category term='Relationship Status'/><category term='Conversation of the day'/><category term='Funny'/><title type='text'>TID BITS OF MY LIFE~</title><subtitle type='html'>My lil experiment in blogging. What do you think?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-22631411645111027</id><published>2012-01-06T14:14:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T20:04:38.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship Status'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Relationship Status - Movie Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;I am not a movie reviewer, and this would be my first time reviewing a movie on my blog. I must also admit I'm not a very big fan of Malaysian movies. However, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://relationshipstatusmovie.tumblr.com/"&gt;Relationship Status&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt; is definitely a movie worth watching. IMHO, this would be the best Malaysian movie I have watched so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2xtlEpdiRXk/TwbdkLp_kvI/AAAAAAAAAoY/9Lm2SgXlNfA/s400/6635243813_4aca39b2d2_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694482392530522866" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before you watch this movie with high expectations, please note that this isn't one of those movies with big budgets with an epic, grand scale. It is definitely one of the low budget movies, but a very good one I must add. Also beware of shaky scenes, close up and weird camera angles due to they way it was shot. Those of you that got a headache after watching Quarantine (if you remember that movie), might  get one here as well, although it wont be as bad as Quarantine or the Blair Witch Project. However, on a more personal note, I feel that the way the movie was shot add to the realism of the movie, albeit making it a little more like a documentary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the title hints to us, this is a movie on how social networking sites (Facebook mainly - &lt;i&gt;duhh&lt;/i&gt;) affect the the relationship we have (mainly with our plus one). Although more centered around a young couple, it also involves couples that are going through a proposal, divorce, and also a widow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although this is a common theme which many has touched on recently, this movie managed to pull it off with the  help of a good set of cast (I'm sure the girls will fall for Gavin Yap - CONFIRM).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps why I liked this movie so much is maybe because I can relate to it. Some of the locations in which the movie was shot will be familiar to those living in KL, giving it a more personal touch. The movie is definitely more attuned to young urban people while not totally ignoring the older generations as well (hence the role of Susan Lankester; the widow, which she played brilliantly).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One downside I have to mention here (since my friend complained a lot about it) is that the pregnant lady's fake baby bump was &lt;b&gt;very&lt;/b&gt; fake. Besides that, some lines are pretty cheesy (personal opinion). Well to be fair, we do say a lot of cheesy stuff in real life which we may not realize ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will not want to spoil the movie any more for you, and I doubt I can tell the story well enough here for you to judge it fairly. It's good enough for me to mention that this is definitely a must watch movie, be it Malaysian made or not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rating? 8.5 / 10.  -A very high one from me. Maybe I'm just being more nice since it's a local movie. Judge it for yourself =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="450" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kd6Ggt0DUBU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-22631411645111027?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/22631411645111027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=22631411645111027' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/22631411645111027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/22631411645111027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2012/01/relationship-status-movie-review.html' title='Relationship Status - Movie Review'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2xtlEpdiRXk/TwbdkLp_kvI/AAAAAAAAAoY/9Lm2SgXlNfA/s72-c/6635243813_4aca39b2d2_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-3285915192319799013</id><published>2011-12-08T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T14:46:14.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversation of the day'/><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Today, I made a very deep and meaningful statement to my friend. Since I am such a good person (and to make sure it is copyrighted), I will share it all with you. Behold, the awesome comment/statement/speech via gtalk I made earlier.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Life is meant to be lived, not to be prolonged extensively on this earth"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Jason-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;8 Dec 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading this short post. You may now curse me for wasting your 2 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-3285915192319799013?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/3285915192319799013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=3285915192319799013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/3285915192319799013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/3285915192319799013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2011/12/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-1645150572972183616</id><published>2011-10-11T21:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T21:48:18.444+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Sweet dreams...</title><content type='html'>Been having quite a few sweet dreams lately...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People think sweet dreams are awesome, but for me...to wake up and find yourself on your bed, realizing what u dreamt of isn't real...SUCKS REAL BAD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The disappointment felt afterwards once the realization dawns upon you that you do not have what you have in your dream is just too much. Mental torture I tell you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna sleep and not dream. Urgh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signing off to bed now - 9.47pm. Goodnight and sweet dreams to all of you&lt;i&gt; (smirks).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-1645150572972183616?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/1645150572972183616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=1645150572972183616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/1645150572972183616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/1645150572972183616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2011/10/sweet-dreams.html' title='Sweet dreams...'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-5063590664455841007</id><published>2011-09-05T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T22:52:57.060+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Songs and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 1&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/u&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Listening to the song for the 1st time)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Hey... this song is kinda cool."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 3 &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"OMG! It's this song again! Whats the name of this song?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Goes back and downloads it into my computer.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 5&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"How can anyone NOT like this song?! I'm never gonna get bored of this song! What awesome lyrics!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Playing it over and over again everyday for the next whole week while&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;reading Dragon Ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 14&lt;/b&gt; -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"THIS song again? Urgh... Ok la. Can la... Not bad."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 30&lt;/b&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Outside shopping and suddenly the mall decides to play the song)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"OMG. Aren't you all BORED of this song?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 956&lt;/b&gt; -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Wah! This song... Reminds me of the time when I &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;was crazy about Dragon Ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You can replace &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;reading Dragon Ball&lt;/span&gt; ... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;was crazy about Dragon Ball&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;with&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1) studying for SPM ... was studying for my SPM exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2) chatting with XXX (anyone) ... was still close with XXX.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;10) playing Sim Social (or any other game) ...was still playing Sims Social. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;End all of the above with this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"God I miss those days..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-5063590664455841007?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/5063590664455841007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=5063590664455841007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/5063590664455841007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/5063590664455841007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2011/09/songs-and-me.html' title='Songs and Me'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-7776490293133889623</id><published>2011-08-15T20:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T21:32:05.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For laughs'/><title type='text'>Discoveries made today: 15th August 2011</title><content type='html'>Dear all,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I made three discoveries. Before getting into that,  I'm warning you that this is one of those posts without any pictures in it, so if you don't like it just click on that tiny red 'X 'button on the top right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&amp;gt;&lt;i&gt; Audience still reading: 60%&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, since people say sharing is caring, I decided to share with you all on the three discoveries I made today (and if you all care about me just as much as I care enough about you to start this sharing session, please click on my ads at sidebar to the right). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&amp;gt;&lt;i&gt; I just made like 5cents! WOOHOO!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Discovery NUMBER 1:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you see Jason Anderson Raj playing shitty basketball, that means he hasn't gotten the confidence to play in that game yet. I realized I really need to build up my confidence before being able to play well &lt;i&gt;(I can hear some of you snoring. Yeah, my 1st discovery is about myself, a little vain but you're on my blog/site. So what do you want me to do, blog about YOU?)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; --&amp;gt; Audience still reading: 20%&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;--&amp;gt; Number of people that hate Jason: increased by 5. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Discovery NUMBER 2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I JUST ONLY found out that going back using the LRT at around 7.30pm is freakin' awesome. There are empty seats literally everywhere! When else can you get a seat in the LRT coach going back to Wangsa Maju from KLCC&lt;i&gt; (sure...I JUST FOUND IT OUT, at the 2nd week of puasa. Sorry for my slow discoveries. I swear if Lin Dan just beat Lee Chong Wei yesterday, I would only be finding it out tonight, earliest. Wait.. WHAT????)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;--&amp;gt; Number of people that just called me lame (again): 10.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Discovery NUMBER 3:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just found out that when I try to speak proper English, I suddenly have an accent. Just like that. Magic. &lt;i&gt;(Yeah, don't laugh, you are all doing it as well, whether you realize it or not).&lt;/i&gt; I realized this when I was talking to another person after the basketball game. And that guy was a Chinese. And HE had an accent. Then something miraculous happened, during the end of conversation, he said the magic word. "ya LO". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's when suddenly we both start to speak with the Malaysian+Chinese+English slang&lt;i&gt; (which isn't too bad for him since he IS a Chinese. Me? People would just look at me weird.). &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, that's when I realize that I have this habit and it isn't only me. FUUHHH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;--&amp;gt; People that now realize that they learn't nothing from my discoveries: 100%&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;~THE END~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-7776490293133889623?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/7776490293133889623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=7776490293133889623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/7776490293133889623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/7776490293133889623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2011/08/discoveries-made-today-15th-august-2011.html' title='Discoveries made today: 15th August 2011'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-4428107391252031066</id><published>2011-06-23T17:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T20:15:41.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Decisions</title><content type='html'>I do understand that certain things requires luck and for you to seize opportunity when you see it.&lt;div&gt;I do have a conscience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both of that combined... just sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You saw an opportunity to progress, move into a better position.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know you can have it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You also know that others are dying to have it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And 'others' include your close colleague. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he deserves it more than you, waiting for it longer than you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet you were the one that has the chance to seize it. Now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should you then proceed to make the decision and have the position to yourself, or give it up to your colleague. Leaving yourself behind.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;p/s: People always tells you to grab opportunity. What they didn't tell you is that in the corporate world, you're most probably grabbing it from someone else.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-4428107391252031066?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/4428107391252031066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=4428107391252031066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/4428107391252031066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/4428107391252031066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2011/06/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-424126557820262666</id><published>2011-06-22T11:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T12:25:04.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Unintended Consequences</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Now that my mouse is wireless and the slim type, I have confused it with my handphone a couple of times already today. The fact that the size and colour is almost the same does not help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GbPAq43PHls/TgFtX2nsYxI/AAAAAAAAAlc/1ewRWOjlKWw/s1600/IMG00351-20110622-1213.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GbPAq43PHls/TgFtX2nsYxI/AAAAAAAAAlc/1ewRWOjlKWw/s320/IMG00351-20110622-1213.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620894066501509906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mouse vs. Handphone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scenario 1)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine me picking up my mouse and holding it as if I'm going to sms, just to realize how weird I look right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quickly looks around to make sure nobody saw me doing that.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scenario 2)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me touching my handphone on the table and dragging it like a mouse just to realize it's my phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quickly checking my phone to make sure I didn't scratch hit (although there's already plenty of scratches everywhere)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Now that people can put watevershitalso inside handphones, perhaps it's time to make a handphone that works as a portable mouse as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-424126557820262666?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/424126557820262666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=424126557820262666' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/424126557820262666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/424126557820262666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2011/06/unintended-consequences.html' title='Unintended Consequences'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GbPAq43PHls/TgFtX2nsYxI/AAAAAAAAAlc/1ewRWOjlKWw/s72-c/IMG00351-20110622-1213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-1245307374301603954</id><published>2011-06-15T11:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T13:45:08.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KL'/><title type='text'>Freebies! Me cheapskate also.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dear all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today, I’m quite free in the office and decided to blog (don’t give me that look, as if I’m ‘eating blind salary’ – &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;makan gaji buta&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; I’m just too efficient and I finish off all my work so fast that the rate of people giving me works is lower than the rate of me finishing my work. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Rate of people giving work to Jason &amp;lt; Rate of Jason finishing off his work)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So here I am, blogging worthlessshitthatpeoplereadforgodknowswhy. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today’s topic is &lt;b&gt;“Why joining event committee in workplace is better than in uni"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;1) You’ve got no choice when your boss tells you to join one. In uni you can always say “Screw you all, I’m going Ipoh.” In working life, you’re most probably the one being screwed if you don’t listen to your boss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2) You get lots of allowances and claims. I'm almost 100% confident it’s confidential so I can’t reveal how much, but just so you know, it’s more than enough to make you smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3) Freebies! And much better than those cheapskate ones in uni. See some of the stuff I got for this one event recently.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PeEsJQKUJOg/TfgiwSswXYI/AAAAAAAAAkk/mks2EKPHSXU/s320/IMG00343-20110615-1014.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618278748193316226" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bag (okay la, this one quite standard)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SlBDvGypvBU/TfgjTz0z_XI/AAAAAAAAAlM/J_jgP8kghgo/s1600/IMG00350-20110615-1033.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SlBDvGypvBU/TfgjTz0z_XI/AAAAAAAAAlM/J_jgP8kghgo/s1600/IMG00350-20110615-1033.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SlBDvGypvBU/TfgjTz0z_XI/AAAAAAAAAlM/J_jgP8kghgo/s320/IMG00350-20110615-1033.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618279358380899698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Card reader. Leather lanyard holder? Pencil case?  (very standard also)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EQxyuGB1nKw/TfgjTl3pFEI/AAAAAAAAAlE/1xhpxy0NB3o/s1600/IMG00348-20110615-1020.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EQxyuGB1nKw/TfgjTl3pFEI/AAAAAAAAAlE/1xhpxy0NB3o/s320/IMG00348-20110615-1020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618279354634671170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8GB pendrive. Much nicer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j3eZx7qQGWM/TfgiwzSaVOI/AAAAAAAAAk0/Ylv5EOi644g/s320/IMG00345-20110615-1016.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618278756941190370" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Show this free book for fun only. You all like pictures a lot right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DRJ5ZeDcM4s/Tfgiwv5NhoI/AAAAAAAAAks/p8QLfXCuoz8/s320/IMG00344-20110615-1016.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618278756030187138" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Laser pointer pen. Can be used to disturb colleagues when you're bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-78r6yCNsbYw/TfgiwKxlKgI/AAAAAAAAAkc/uVN-60J5Rus/s320/IMG00342-20110615-1014.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618278746066070018" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Solar charger for any phones. This one damn cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now you can play your iPhone games under the hot sun without any worries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W9enLQbkRAs/TfgixEx7d6I/AAAAAAAAAk8/dEiE69wgcUA/s320/IMG00346-20110615-1017.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618278761636788130" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A damn cool sleek-looking chrome wireless mouse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is by far the thing I was most looking forward to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That’s it! Hope to get a free car next time I join any events. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Jason Anderson Raj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-1245307374301603954?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/1245307374301603954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=1245307374301603954' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/1245307374301603954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/1245307374301603954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2011/06/freebies-me-cheapskate-also.html' title='Freebies! Me cheapskate also.'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PeEsJQKUJOg/TfgiwSswXYI/AAAAAAAAAkk/mks2EKPHSXU/s72-c/IMG00343-20110615-1014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-9119643652472022702</id><published>2011-05-31T19:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T11:01:23.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For laughs'/><title type='text'>A short story of me during PIPE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1st day at PIPE...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone was facing the paper writing down something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was talking to another Chinese guy there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another girl heard us talking and looked up. Stared at the both of us. Then she looked back at her own paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;During the last few days of PIPE...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Girl tells me:&lt;/i&gt; The other day... 1st day of PIPE, when we were all at the table. I thought I heard two Chinese guys speaking to each other. When I looked up, I can only see one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me:&lt;/i&gt;     -___-"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;The End.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moral of the story: I'm sleepy now (it's only 9pm!), hence I'm writing a stupid blog post just so that I will not sleep so early and feel so old later on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YcKXaCON88A/TeTrb6AnTlI/AAAAAAAAAjo/t3ytG8vX64c/s200/images.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612869900271308370" /&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/2606357881611884068-9119643652472022702?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/9119643652472022702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=9119643652472022702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/9119643652472022702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/9119643652472022702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2011/05/short-story-for-me-during-pipe.html' title='A short story of me during PIPE'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YcKXaCON88A/TeTrb6AnTlI/AAAAAAAAAjo/t3ytG8vX64c/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-6783910228814754958</id><published>2011-05-30T20:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T21:01:00.328+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>I do not have the time to think of a creative title for this shit</title><content type='html'>If you remembered, I once blogged about the &lt;a href="http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-have-3-stupid-stages-in-life.html"&gt;Three (3) Stages in Life&lt;/a&gt;. Okay, it was originally named the Three &lt;b&gt;Stupid&lt;/b&gt; Stages in Life...but now it doesn't seem so stupid. More like a FREAKIN' CURSE. Shit larrr... (say the "&lt;i&gt;shit larrr"&lt;/i&gt; in the most Chinese accent possible, thats how I say it.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just so you remember, the 3 stages are as per below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(79, 79, 79); font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Teen age:&lt;br /&gt;Have Time + Energy ...but No Money &lt;/span&gt;--&amp;gt; Been there done that.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(79, 79, 79); font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(79, 79, 79); font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working Age:&lt;br /&gt;Have Money + Energy ...but No Time &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "&gt;--&amp;gt; Walaaa~ Here I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old age:&lt;br /&gt;Have Time + Money ...but no Energy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(79, 79, 79); font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "&gt;--&amp;gt; I DO NOT WANT TO BE HERE JUST YET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(79, 79, 79); font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now got (a bit more) money and wanna go travel also no time. Damn it. Wanna go back Kuching for Rainforest also scared wanna ask boss for leave. Always like so busy one. (another sentence you can imagine me saying in a Chinese accent.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing, it's even worse when you start working and your friends are broke and still studying. knnccb! --&amp;gt; This word I have never actually said it, not because I'm holy and shit, but because it's too long and I'm afraid I might say it wrongly and all my friends would then repeat the wrong word that I just said for like a millennia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, thats  just some ramblings for now as I do not have any idea on what to blog about, and I'm not going to allow my blog to die (just yet). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-6783910228814754958?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/6783910228814754958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=6783910228814754958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/6783910228814754958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/6783910228814754958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-do-not-have-time-to-think-of-creative.html' title='I do not have the time to think of a creative title for this shit'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-4608786642993218962</id><published>2011-04-21T08:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T09:31:16.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><title type='text'>1Malaysia Email - My Side - Let me be supportive this ONE time.</title><content type='html'>It's a rare occasion when I write posts with a more serious tone. This would be one of those time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was like the rest  when I heard of the 1Malaysia Email. Dumbstruck at how the government can think up of these things. I'm pretty sure the people we elect cant be more dumb than us (OR CAN THEY?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway,  after reading more, I do realize that I was a matter of presentation and information disbursement rather of the idea itself that was at fault. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine a portal that lets you to check  your &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;income tax assessment, driving license renewal, quit rent reminders, Employee Provident Fund statements and notices of summons. &lt;/span&gt;That might just be the beginning with more important information distribution through the portal later on (which you log in using the e-mail that you have been provided with for security purposes). As part of the new generation that has just started work, I myself find this very convenient as I'm starting out in the real world here with zero knowledge on income tax, EPF, quit rent, and whatever else shit that I need to know about. &lt;i&gt;Btw, I'm not sure if they will be making a portal or just the e-mail service, as the information out there is rather mixed up right now. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, this service must come with the ability to provide secured authentication to ensure the sensitive information is not being accessed by a third party as well as secured connection with data encryption.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Tricubes (the company that will be responsible for this project) and Microsoft will be will be working together to ensure the data security and encryption, I will keep the judgement for the ability to provide a secure connection to a later point in time. For now, they are promising that the government will not be able to monitor the users. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a lot of valid points that people has mentioned about the flaws of this idea. Not to mention how the government quickly changed a lot of the statements that they earlier made about the project. However I just want to look at this from the positive side for now, as I'm sure there are more than enough negative points of view and criticism out there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOWEVER, my main point here is this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"A CENTRALIZATION OF ALL YOUR GOVERNMENT NOTICES" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as a headline is much better than&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"FREE E-MAIL TO ALL MALAYSIANS!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless those dumb bastards that decided to use the latter one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-4608786642993218962?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/4608786642993218962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=4608786642993218962' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/4608786642993218962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/4608786642993218962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2011/04/1malaysia-email-my-side-let-me-be.html' title='1Malaysia Email - My Side - Let me be supportive this ONE time.'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-1403989210349845781</id><published>2011-03-14T18:55:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T19:54:15.627+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Penang'/><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>While I can still sit in front of my laptop doing nothing, let me try to resurrect my dying blog. I'm a busy guy, so just be thankful I'm still updating my blogs all you (fictional) readers out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As most of you know, I started my work in Intel last month. It was definitely a great beginning. Getting to make new friends, exploring Penang (in search of food mostly), and just going to work. Then one fine day... BOOM! Letter reached my home in Kuching, saying I have to report duty to PETRONAS. Luckily I will be stationed in KLCC. So here I am now getting ready to leave for KL, leaving my short lived life as a programmer in Penang. Not that I did any real work yet, but still I loved the people there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking a lot about the changes in culture between these two companies. How it affects my life, especially in the long term. Anyways just for fun, I g&lt;i&gt;oogled&lt;/i&gt; up a few images that would hopefully help you to understand the changes that I will be facing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;From&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;                                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cjYuc7LqXzM/TX33hgZH47I/AAAAAAAAAiI/qDeV53ETOCU/s1600/stock-vector-programmer-and-computer-39559447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 164px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cjYuc7LqXzM/TX33hgZH47I/AAAAAAAAAiI/qDeV53ETOCU/s200/stock-vector-programmer-and-computer-39559447.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583891268012336050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/b&gt;         &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1sSW5r81cHE/TX33h7tpHWI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/pFE1ffz5vvc/s200/Alec%2BGuinness%2Bin%2Bgreyscale.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583891275346156898" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2lXU_tqMEiU/TX347Ctmn6I/AAAAAAAAAiY/ZM0MBogLNEs/s200/1264310960R9GOUR.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583892806233399202" /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xCBGxsdLwXM/TX347ZbYChI/AAAAAAAAAig/ysjyk3WCONQ/s200/starbucks_Langkawi.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583892812330961426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iv79jelLljw/TX35w5ac13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/8KrvMeTOQ4g/s200/kRsWMsQueensbayMall_picture.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583893731450083186" /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VAuE-s8pK_I/TX35w2etEmI/AAAAAAAAAio/isO4FhGdPrc/s200/2685109255_29b2bc70ff.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583893730662617698" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Me_w9cdpBzQ/TX37XSKFlvI/AAAAAAAAAjA/qQatV7Y0i4s/s200/traffic-jam.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583895490438993650" /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2izCsPBpNu8/TX37XMCaILI/AAAAAAAAAi4/TL9guCbU5jA/s200/lrt.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 127px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583895488796172466" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M13OjEhHQ3I/TX39_Ax2_OI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/uJdZY2QGBp8/s200/PictureForNewsletterMalaysiaKLLunaBar4Bar.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583898371991993570" /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9n2x5LSbjl4/TX39_NYzSYI/AAAAAAAAAjI/bMZbujP4UnQ/s200/clubbing.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583898375376554370" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;AND MOST IMPORTANTLY.....................................................&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YnoVhnvQRQc/TX3_qeWLNOI/AAAAAAAAAjY/MwS-Kr0Ycz0/s200/flyingmoney.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583900218174944482" /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-83iwghHlfkg/TX3_qt8GKvI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Bbf7mwGYZ1I/s200/money-flying-bills.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583900222360529650" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 104px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But of course this all hypothetical. Let's wait and see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-1403989210349845781?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/1403989210349845781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=1403989210349845781' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/1403989210349845781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/1403989210349845781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2011/03/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cjYuc7LqXzM/TX33hgZH47I/AAAAAAAAAiI/qDeV53ETOCU/s72-c/stock-vector-programmer-and-computer-39559447.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-7836694647461904108</id><published>2011-02-13T00:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T00:52:57.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Weird</title><content type='html'>Is it weird if I said I can't wait for Monday work? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Friday and Saturday was awesome and filling. Tomorrow will most probably be the same. Don't forget my face once it gets rounder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-7836694647461904108?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/7836694647461904108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=7836694647461904108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/7836694647461904108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/7836694647461904108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2011/02/weird.html' title='Weird'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-6941839332572855595</id><published>2011-02-08T13:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T13:49:36.443+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversation of the day'/><title type='text'>Of shoes and girlfriends</title><content type='html'>Just thought of another conversation I had a couple of weeks ago.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Background: I came inside the room. Looked at my friend's new Nike shoes. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Buy new shoes AGAIN?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XX: Yup. (Proud face)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  You change your shoes like you change your girlfriends.  (Looks at him with a lame face)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XX:  You like old stuffs meh? If you like old things I can give you my old girlfriends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  -_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-6941839332572855595?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/6941839332572855595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=6941839332572855595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/6941839332572855595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/6941839332572855595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2011/02/of-shoes-and-girlfriends.html' title='Of shoes and girlfriends'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-8994939390645084381</id><published>2011-01-22T13:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T13:47:19.949+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Life after undergrad studies</title><content type='html'>I know I'm not the typical blogger that updates my blog very often, and I do apologise for that. It's just hard these days to bring myself to sit and type something in front of the computer.&lt;div&gt;M&lt;b&gt;oral of the story:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Lucky for me I didn't went into journalism.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to South Korea, had a great time there. I'm just too lazy to blog about it, rather keep it for chit chat sessions. Somehow the thought of typing a very long post describing a trip these days makes me feel like... lying down and sleeping. Quite the irony, since the main reason for me to start blogging is to capture all my feelings and experience which I would want to reminisce upon in the future. I guess the couple of hundred photos taken during the trip would have to compensate for my laziness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Thank God for friends with cameras.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gone for interview in couple of companies, which made me travel forth between KL and Ipoh so very often. Back in Kuching now, with nothing much to do. I'm trying to savour every last minute of the time here before going back to KL and then Ipoh next week. Just spending as much time with family as possible. Not sure when will I be coming back to Kuching, but I do hope to come back next year for CNY. Been way too long since I celebrated it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; I'm poor because I haven't received 'ang pow' in a long time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Owh, and I realized something. I think my dad like to *manja* my kid bro a lot. Which he does by the way. But then it got me thinking... and I realized that he treated me kind of the same. Means I'm a product of *kena manja* by him. And all this while I thought I was being a good son, and also an independent person. Demmit. At least I hope my kid bro grows up to be like me or better. I would hate to see him grow up bring a spoilt brat. Wait, am I a spoilt brat? (thinks hard...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; None. Shuddup.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moral of the blog post: &lt;i&gt;I'm bored. PM me. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-8994939390645084381?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/8994939390645084381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=8994939390645084381' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/8994939390645084381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/8994939390645084381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2011/01/life-after-undergrad-studies.html' title='Life after undergrad studies'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-6803701715562858637</id><published>2010-12-21T11:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T15:41:38.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>wah, still reading my blog? tq tq</title><content type='html'>I wish I could record and save all my thoughts that I have before I sleep. Then 10 years down the road I can look back and laugh at all the silly thoughts and worries that I have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What scares me is that 10 years down the road I might look back and think my thoughts now are not stupid, and that I could have made a difference had I done it differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I saw a middle aged couple making lame jokes and laughing out loud in a jammed packed LRT, with their teenage kids beside them. I wonder how their kids were feeling then. But then again, I guess it is kinda sweet to see a middle aged couple still able to make lame jokes in a crowded place, not to mention in front of their kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til next time, chiao~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-6803701715562858637?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/6803701715562858637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=6803701715562858637' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/6803701715562858637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/6803701715562858637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-wish-i-could-record-and-save-all-my.html' title='wah, still reading my blog? tq tq'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-560763116832909271</id><published>2010-12-16T18:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T19:30:33.401+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Random updates</title><content type='html'>I think if I don't start updating my blog, it's going to be abandoned very soon. But I'm not sure what to blog about. Seriously. Blank. It's not that I'm too busy to update, just not sure what to update about. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life has been pretty awesome so far. In general of course. Looking back, I'm pretty lucky to have a great family, and so many great friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas is around the corner, and I'll be celebrating it in Ipoh this year. Argh!!! I forgot to buy presents this year! (jots down in MUST DO LIST!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then going to South Korea for New Years celebration. Haven't completed my shopping list for Korea trip, but any inputs from you all are welcomed =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've missed Kuching, so if it goes according to plan, I will be going back to Kuching on 10th January. Still......there might be some chance that I will be going to work straight. Aihhh. I miss my grandma in Kuching. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, life now in Ipoh is pretty laid back and relaxed. I don't feel bored somehow, maybe because I'm occupying myself with some silly small stuffs. Will be going to KL tomorrow, to hang out with friends and then meeting with my dad and the whole family who is coming over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me see, the travelling done and that will be done since my final paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UTP -&gt; Ipoh -&gt; KL -&gt; Ipoh (Now) -&gt; KL -&gt; Seremban -&gt; Ipoh -&gt; KL -&gt; Seoul -&gt; KL -&gt; Kuching -&gt; KL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end of my update. Thank you for your precious 600 seconds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-560763116832909271?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/560763116832909271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=560763116832909271' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/560763116832909271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/560763116832909271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2010/12/random-updates.html' title='Random updates'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-8454729470726051015</id><published>2010-11-29T02:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T03:16:25.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UTP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July 2006 batch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Not a farewell bid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This will be more of a Thank You post, for all the 'thank you's that I didn't say quite enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, to my dearest coursemates; Chong Jia Haur, Bong Way Kiat, Jason Puan, Ng Li Li, Mei Fang, and Jane. BIS would have been so tough if not for you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my bros; Jin Ming and Seng Peow, I will miss those trips to Ipoh and those times we talked during dinners or over a cup of coffee, which can either be unusually lame and funny, or downright serious &lt;i&gt;'what we will be in the future'&lt;/i&gt; stuffs. I will miss you two a lot. Life in UTP would be terribly boring and lonely without the both of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To those who have touched me and have been a special part of my life; Philip, Barney, Eddy, Xiang Qing, Cally, Hooi Yee, Jing Zhi, Amy, Renae, Aaron, Tiat Dong, Mildred, Vern, Yoke Mun, Yuan Wen, Arun, Evelyn, Duke, Wira... I have had fond memories of us together, and all that I hope is that when you think of me down the road, it will be of fond memories as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all my friends here in UTP, thank you for everything. You have been my family for these past 4 and a half years. Some of you were closer to me than family as far as I'm concern. I honestly wouldn't know what I would do if not for you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TPKo5Rsl-xI/AAAAAAAAAhY/F3j17xlJ1XY/s1600/n725442270_1495313_4470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TPKo5Rsl-xI/AAAAAAAAAhY/F3j17xlJ1XY/s400/n725442270_1495313_4470.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544679793202952978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TPKo5IMOQ-I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/3n72a3FDJtQ/s1600/131121_168680273164798_100000684781374_401608_440077_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TPKo5IMOQ-I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/3n72a3FDJtQ/s400/131121_168680273164798_100000684781374_401608_440077_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544679790651261922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A million &lt;i&gt;thank you&lt;/i&gt; would never be enough to express how grateful I am to have you all as part of my life. For all the things that I might have done to hurt you, please forgive me, I know my mouth can sometimes go and blabber insensitive things. Do know that I never meant to hurt anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was never really good at expressing myself and my feelings, and I am still working on it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I said, this isn't a good bye post. So till  the next time we meet again, take care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-8454729470726051015?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/8454729470726051015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=8454729470726051015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/8454729470726051015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/8454729470726051015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2010/11/not-farewell-bid.html' title='Not a farewell bid'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TPKo5Rsl-xI/AAAAAAAAAhY/F3j17xlJ1XY/s72-c/n725442270_1495313_4470.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-3815318170559454892</id><published>2010-11-22T00:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T00:15:25.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A waste of time for you to read this, but then again it's your time. Do what the hell you want with it.</title><content type='html'>OMG! Just realized I don't have a check list of things that I should do before leaving UTP! &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just soooo not right~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Screw that, 2nd last paper tomorrow. Study first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-3815318170559454892?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/3815318170559454892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=3815318170559454892' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/3815318170559454892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/3815318170559454892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2010/11/waste-of-time-for-you-to-read-this-but.html' title='A waste of time for you to read this, but then again it&apos;s your time. Do what the hell you want with it.'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-735044614386140030</id><published>2010-10-16T21:57:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T22:38:33.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekends'/><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Woke up on a Friday &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TLmv7wXFqQI/AAAAAAAAAew/I7-InBbuZ2I/s200/morning.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 80px; height: 47px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528643458702878978" /&gt; and went down Penang. Got a &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TLmv7sVtoeI/AAAAAAAAAeo/XMvbCycO8gw/s200/hp.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 42px; height: 45px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528643457623368162" /&gt; confirming a job offer. Took a &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TLmvkam0CXI/AAAAAAAAAeY/l6ulnmf13_c/s200/bus.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 53px; height: 56px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528643057726261618" /&gt; back to Ipoh in the &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TLmyVx1ZcgI/AAAAAAAAAfg/yeKvd8qCZvE/s200/nite.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 80px; height: 59px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528646104798294530" /&gt;Friend picked me up from the bus station and brought me &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TLmvkBRMvoI/AAAAAAAAAeI/bDok0sSZgI8/s200/club.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 54px; height: 56px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528643050924719746" /&gt; while I'm still in my &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TLmv8VFqj6I/AAAAAAAAAfA/jEIjArE47CI/s200/suit.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 45px; height: 56px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528643468561911714" /&gt; Drank half a bottle of &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TLmvkBd-pzI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/t7yHfQugu_8/s200/chivas.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 38px; height: 68px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528643050978322226" /&gt; Got super &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TLmwJ0Tg94I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/KhmpKTQyIoQ/s200/wasted.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 71px; height: 46px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528643700279801730" /&gt; Woke up on a Saturday morning in an unknown &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TLmvkooEDVI/AAAAAAAAAeg/V_2nBXiFlW0/s200/hotel.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 70px; height: 53px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528643061489601874" /&gt; Took a long &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TLmw7f7rLBI/AAAAAAAAAfY/N_n7RZN0tCQ/s200/tub.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 56px; height: 53px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528644553804557330" /&gt; Went back to uni and continued my &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TLmv71PC0kI/AAAAAAAAAe4/CNB1aNQwPT0/s200/sleep.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 58px; height: 44px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528643460011315778" /&gt; Woke up late afternoon and &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TLmzeLR9yYI/AAAAAAAAAfo/PyyNK7ou6_4/s200/car.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 80px; height: 57px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528647348579584386" /&gt; to Ipoh with my two best &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TLm1KX9m2GI/AAAAAAAAAfw/-pDciqvwVi8/s200/friends-season.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 79px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528649207409727586" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Life is good.&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/2606357881611884068-735044614386140030?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/735044614386140030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=735044614386140030' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/735044614386140030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/735044614386140030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-weekend_16.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TLmv7wXFqQI/AAAAAAAAAew/I7-InBbuZ2I/s72-c/morning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-8497749740883134301</id><published>2010-10-12T02:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T03:03:46.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For laughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>I love dogs, don't you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Many people have commented on how fierce I look when I am studying or doing my work. Perhaps I don't really show that part of me outside my close circle of friends. So let me introduce to you all the three faces that I put on in different situations, not because I want to, but because I am what I am.&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TLNdTgyI9XI/AAAAAAAAAcY/iyWFCMhBPi0/s1600/killer_dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TLNdTGLZpYI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ntji6pNmGCU/s1600/f17554_excited_dog565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TLNdTGLZpYI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ntji6pNmGCU/s400/f17554_excited_dog565.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526863750371059074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I'm chatting online, people on the other side usually think that I look like this. Can't blame them since I'm kinda addicted to using "haha" and "LOL". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TLNdTQhAMPI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZKmN-MX7vM/s1600/page1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TLNdTQhAMPI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZKmN-MX7vM/s400/page1_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526863753146020082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way to class, most people would ask me if I just woke up so I'm guessing my face looks like this on any other day.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TLNdTGLZpYI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ntji6pNmGCU/s1600/f17554_excited_dog565.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TLNdTgyI9XI/AAAAAAAAAcY/iyWFCMhBPi0/s1600/killer_dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TLNdTV8ImBI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/WfmWSNOdarU/s400/killer-dog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526863754601994258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 358px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I'm concentrating on my work or studying, people say I look like this. GOT OR NOT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh...and all I wanted to be, is to look like this. If only those three parts of me combine to produce this, I would be very happy indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TLNdTgyI9XI/AAAAAAAAAcY/iyWFCMhBPi0/s1600/killer_dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TLNdTgyI9XI/AAAAAAAAAcY/iyWFCMhBPi0/s400/killer_dog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526863757512865138" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 353px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~COOL~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TLNdTV8ImBI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/WfmWSNOdarU/s1600/killer-dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TLNdTQhAMPI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZKmN-MX7vM/s1600/page1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-8497749740883134301?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/8497749740883134301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=8497749740883134301' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/8497749740883134301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/8497749740883134301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-love-dogs-dont-you.html' title='I love dogs, don&apos;t you?'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TLNdTGLZpYI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ntji6pNmGCU/s72-c/f17554_excited_dog565.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-458250559584141590</id><published>2010-10-10T02:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T09:33:16.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>And I opted for a simpler, cleaner look. What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-458250559584141590?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/458250559584141590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=458250559584141590' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/458250559584141590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/458250559584141590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2010/10/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-9196450014132235508</id><published>2010-09-21T03:06:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T04:03:52.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For laughs'/><title type='text'>It's been 2 years!</title><content type='html'>Was looking back, and I realized that I have been blogging for over two years now! Never expected my blog to last this long. I started blogging to remind myself of all that is happening around me and to write down the things that has affected me the most. I have tried to stay true to this, but I must admit I did miss out on quite a number of things. Nevertheless, I will continue my effort. For this post, I'm going to countdown on the my top 5 best post ever! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Number 5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/07/went-to-couple-of-movies-these-last-few.html"&gt;My own edited version of a cinema-ad.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still remember watching this Heineken ad in the cinema last year. Made me LOL'ed. One of the most creative adverts ever =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Number 4: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2008/09/yup-ramadhan-month-is-here-now-and-some.html"&gt;Say No!.....to Dating???&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a poster I saw in UTP during my first year here. Things have changed a lot. Rakan Masjid has seriously changed for the better, kudos to them =) Again, this post is just for fun and no ill intentions are meant. It was a way for me to spend some of my free time doing other things besides Dota-ing during that period. Need to stimulate my creativity here in UTP to keep it alive you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Number 3: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-decisions-in-life-and-not-my-merdeka.html"&gt;Of Decisions in Life. Tribute to Leo Velski Julian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a BIS student and taking a lot of business subjects, I find this a very fascinating question which was being asked by Leo Velski Julian. I don't remember how I come about to read on this, but I am glad I did. We really need to look at things from more than one point of view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Number 2: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-1st-post-3-thing-abt-utp-i-like-most.html"&gt;My 1st post!!! 3 thing abt UTP I like the most&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was my first post! Hahaha. Still one of my favourites. And the only thing that remained is the number one, which is my Friends. UTP's toilet is getting dirtier ever year, and I stopped DoTA-ing already, so i can cancel those two out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;NUMBER 1 POST GOES To ....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/07/top-5-questions-people-ask-me-as.html"&gt;Top 5 questions people ask me as a Chindian (Chinese mix Indian). And their answers.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are new here and don't know who I am, reading this would help you a lot. Still makes me laugh everytime I read this. Owh, and for the 5th question in the above blog post, I'm receiving it a lot from my friends parents these days, not only my relatives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div class="author" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 5px; padding-top: 6px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(172, 172, 172); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="author" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 5px; padding-top: 6px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(172, 172, 172); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Note: Winning posts are selected based on my personal opinion and has nothing to do with all of you. All decisions made are final. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="author" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 5px; padding-top: 6px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(172, 172, 172); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For those of you wanting to read it all over again, you must have a lot of time or are really stressed out. But seriously, take time to read it if you can. No rush =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-9196450014132235508?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/9196450014132235508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=9196450014132235508' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/9196450014132235508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/9196450014132235508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-been-2-years.html' title='It&apos;s been 2 years!'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-932548151552169857</id><published>2010-09-14T13:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T14:46:51.013+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Imagine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Imagine this...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Graduating with first class honours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Applying for a Working Visa in a foreign country for 1 year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Buy a return ticket, usable any time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Reaching your destination, with only RM2000 in your pocket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Finding any job you can do, just enough for you to live day by day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Live and work there while experiencing their culture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) At the end of one year, apply for another working Visa in another country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Repeat it all over again in another foreign place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wish I don't have this Asian culture, whereby I need to have a sense of security all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let's take a leap of faith, in ourselves.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TI8QvQvG4eI/AAAAAAAAAb4/tlHgP_0D3ic/s1600/4754725123_7e06f678a1_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TI8QvQvG4eI/AAAAAAAAAb4/tlHgP_0D3ic/s400/4754725123_7e06f678a1_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516646472684593634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-932548151552169857?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/932548151552169857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=932548151552169857' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/932548151552169857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/932548151552169857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2010/09/imagine.html' title='Imagine'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TI8QvQvG4eI/AAAAAAAAAb4/tlHgP_0D3ic/s72-c/4754725123_7e06f678a1_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-7185448662504451787</id><published>2010-08-24T03:57:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T04:47:50.587+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>5 things I would like to say to all my friends, in case I don't get to in the future.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I love all my friends. No exceptions.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9aQKdjwTHcA/SwaQgtEwY7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/2t0yi6vgafQ/s320/cartoon_friends.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9aQKdjwTHcA/SwaQgtEwY7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/2t0yi6vgafQ/s320/cartoon_friends.gif" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 274px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) I know that I am not perfect, so don't be afraid to correct me. I want to be a better person. In doing so, I hope that you will forgive me for all the things I did which have hurt you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zencollegelife.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/helping-hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.zencollegelife.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/helping-hand.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 309px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) People change, but don't let that keep us apart. Contact me if I don't contact you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fabian030.com/media/far%20away.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/THLYMbFiSiI/AAAAAAAAAbg/ECQ7hXqfHnQ/s1600/far+away.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/THLYMbFiSiI/AAAAAAAAAbg/ECQ7hXqfHnQ/s400/far+away.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508703002168543778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) I like honest people. So tell me the truth, no matter how terrible it is, or how hurtful it might be. I might mope around a little, but I will respect you more afterwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/THLYo9VqszI/AAAAAAAAAbo/QO3-R6xfehA/s1600/Truth+in+writing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/THLYo9VqszI/AAAAAAAAAbo/QO3-R6xfehA/s400/Truth+in+writing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508703492399346482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) I don't need a lot of friends, I just want true ones. If you are one, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://heartwalker.sulekha.com/mstore/heartwalker/albums/default/friendship_quote_graphic_c2.gif" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 412px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#004387;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: medium;"&gt;"It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Ralph Waldo Emerson -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-7185448662504451787?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/7185448662504451787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=7185448662504451787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/7185448662504451787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/7185448662504451787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2010/08/5-things-i-would-like-to-say-to-all-my.html' title='5 things I would like to say to all my friends, in case I don&apos;t get to in the future.'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9aQKdjwTHcA/SwaQgtEwY7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/2t0yi6vgafQ/s72-c/cartoon_friends.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-180187211959549563</id><published>2010-08-01T16:01:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T19:33:00.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tokio Hotel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concerts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenny Sia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MTV World Stage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katy Perry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wonder Girls'/><title type='text'>MTV World Stage 2010, and we saw Kenny Sia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just got back from MTV World Stage 2010 and it was freaking AWESOME!!! Just when I thought it couldn't get any better from last year's one. Lucky enough to have gone for both, and I must hand it to the organizers, this year was much better (mostly thanks to Wonder Girls and Katy Perry).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all must thank Jin Ming for bringing me after he won a pair of tickets. I will consider this as my early birthday present for next year! So no need any gifts from you already. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went into Sunway Lagoon at around 8pm, totally missed Bunkface, but then again I didn't went there for them (sorry to say) and I already saw them perform at UTP once. Our timing was perfect as just after we went in everyone was chanting Nobody Nobody But You to welcome the Wonder Girls up on stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The feeling of seeing them in the cage and slowly coming out from it, looking so hot and sexy was just breath taking. I could not have asked for more. And when they sang Nobody, they actually wore those golden dresses that looked exactly like the ones from their MV. The entire crowd was singing along with them, especially Nobody and Tell Me. They were just so hot. More than what I ever expected. I think I just fulfilled one of my lifelong dreams when I saw them yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Score: 4.8 / 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason: The missing 0.2 point is because SNSD wasn't there beside them when they were performing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TFVbRASVqnI/AAAAAAAAAbY/aDdw2wI36M0/s1600/wg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TFVbRASVqnI/AAAAAAAAAbY/aDdw2wI36M0/s400/wg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500402867595750002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then came Tokio Hotel, which did much better than what I expected as I wasn't a really big fan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually sang around 7 songs, and I only knew around 3 of it, but they were really good. Even the songs that I never heard of before stuck in my head after they finished performing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Score: 4 / 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason: I am bias towards giving girl groups higher marks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TFVbG4CpoAI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/GqcF4QjTjBA/s1600/th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TFVbG4CpoAI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/GqcF4QjTjBA/s400/th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500402693583773698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Katy Perry came on last. And this was the BOMB! As much a fan as I am of Korean group girls, I must say Katy Perry totally made the whole night worth while, as if Wonder Girls wasn't enough for us. I love it that she didn't censor words like "&lt;b&gt;Bitch"&lt;/b&gt; when she was singing. I love it when she shouted and asked the audience &lt;b&gt;"Who did I kissed?!&lt;/b&gt;" five times before singing 'I Kissed A Girl'. I love it when she &lt;b&gt;jumped down and went into the crowd&lt;/b&gt;, and the crowd lifted her high. I love her new song Peacock which will be out in her new album. That song will be a definite hit and move to the top position in the charts once it is out. I'm not sure if it will be played in Malaysian radio stations though since the lyrics goes something like this &lt;b&gt;"Show me your peacock, cock, cock, cock~~"&lt;/b&gt; The crowd went wild last night for her. Wasn't a that big a fan of hers before, now I'm crazy over her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Score: 4.99 / 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason: Losing out in 0.01 points because she just got married!! Arghh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TFVaszt6lOI/AAAAAAAAAbA/1Oflvr81xo4/s1600/kp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TFVaszt6lOI/AAAAAAAAAbA/1Oflvr81xo4/s400/kp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500402245746463970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Credits to &lt;a href="http://worldstage.mtvasia.com/photos.php"&gt;MTV World Stage Asia&lt;/a&gt; for the all the pictures above!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The effects were much better than last year, with fireworks going off everywhere, fires flaring on the stage, giant balloons being let loose into the crowd. The only drawback was the technical problems that led to the long interval period between the performances. However, it was all worth while and I am definitely going for the next World Stage. Lets win some tickets again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Owh, did I mention that we saw Kenny Sia? I didn't realize it was him at first but Shea Teng was pretty sure and guess what, it really was him! He was just queuing up just like any normal person (Kuching people humble &lt;i&gt;ma&lt;/i&gt;). Here's a picture taken with him =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TFUv0iQK5RI/AAAAAAAAAa4/PyasZm7c9e0/s1600/31072010822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TFUv0iQK5RI/AAAAAAAAAa4/PyasZm7c9e0/s400/31072010822.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500355099497260306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, Kenny Sia, Jin Ming, and Shea Teng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What a wonderful way to begin my semester! WoohoooO!!!!! Lets all go Pangkor next week! I want nobody nobody but youuuu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-180187211959549563?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/180187211959549563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=180187211959549563' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/180187211959549563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/180187211959549563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2010/08/mtv-world-stage-2010-and-we-saw-kenny.html' title='MTV World Stage 2010, and we saw Kenny Sia!'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TFVbRASVqnI/AAAAAAAAAbY/aDdw2wI36M0/s72-c/wg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-3568769270862140329</id><published>2010-07-21T16:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T17:03:35.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>I swear to you this is one of my most annoying post</title><content type='html'>I'm surprised as to how I was able to remember all those stuff for exams during Form 5. I guess the education system really did bring out the best parts in me. As to what those parts are, it's yet to be determined. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats all I wanna say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize that's more like a shout out then a blog post, but I really do need to update my blog. . . . so . . so . . &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;So here I stand, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;And then again I say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(101, 101, 101); line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;I'm hopin' we can make some wishes outta airplaneS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(101, 101, 101); line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oops, detracting from the original point of this post. But then again there isn't one. Don't you just hate me now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you all in UTP real soon! And for the rest, see you when I see you =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-3568769270862140329?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/3568769270862140329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=3568769270862140329' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/3568769270862140329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/3568769270862140329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-swear-to-you-this-is-one-of-my-most.html' title='I swear to you this is one of my most annoying post'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-1148682653082439921</id><published>2010-06-29T01:16:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T02:04:52.090+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Do we look alike?</title><content type='html'>Good news! I'm bored and I'm gonna update my blog! Cheers to all my beloved readers! Woohooo!!! (SS &lt;i&gt;sikit&lt;/i&gt; okay, nothing wrong with that).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was having a conversation with my dad the other day about my lil baby brother...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;p/s: Those of you close enough to me would have already known I have a lil baby brother and sister by now. And to the rest, I'm really sorry I didn't mention it as wasn't really one of those topics that comes to mind when we're hanging out and enjoying ourselves (or eating, or crapping, or playing strip poker, or playing at cyber cafes which by the way I am so missing right now).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, lets go back to the conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dad: I was looking as some old photos.... did you realized that Jared (my lil baby bro) looked just like you when you were younger?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Huh? (Saying this with big eyes, and big question question marks over my head)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dad: Yeah, I realized it when I was looking through your pictures when you were younger.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Huh??? (Saying this with bigger eyes, and bigger question question marks over my head)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so I didn't believe my dad at first, cause he does exaggerates at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I took out my old photo album and saw some pictures of myself when I was about Jared's age. Seemed like my dad was correct about how similar Jared and I looked when I was younger. Needless to say my eyes popped out due to disbelief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a look for yourselves if you don't believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TCjjA_gvf-I/AAAAAAAAAaw/4O3pZ3E7D8Y/s1600/comparison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TCjjA_gvf-I/AAAAAAAAAaw/4O3pZ3E7D8Y/s400/comparison.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487885752139218914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jared: 3 years old.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;Me: 6 years old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I admit, I purposely chose a picture of him which doesn't look so good so that I would at least look better up there when you were comparing us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, it got me to think, if he is to grow up and look just like me in the future... OMG....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I got a brother who is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Cuter than me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Fairer than me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Younger than me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) So much more talkative than me, AND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Much more playful and naughty then me (yes, I know its hard to believe, but it's true!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How on earth am I going to score a hot chick now that I got a brother like THIS???!!! Damn it, he better grow slowly and not be in competition with me so soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARRGGHH!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2606357881611884068-1148682653082439921?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/1148682653082439921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=1148682653082439921' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/1148682653082439921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/1148682653082439921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2010/06/do-we-look-alike.html' title='Do we look alike?'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TCjjA_gvf-I/AAAAAAAAAaw/4O3pZ3E7D8Y/s72-c/comparison.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-6197993116733735288</id><published>2010-06-15T21:38:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T22:42:55.946+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Memories of you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I forgot about you. For some time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You looked almost the same as when I first saw you, but a million times more special to me now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw you this evening, never expecting you to still be here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last time I saw you was before leaving for UTP, but even then we were already growing apart. We no longer had time for each other. I know it was my fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered how much you helped me especially in the months before SPM. You were there each and every time I'm bored and needed company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet I forgot you once the good time comes; when I no longer needed your attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went as far as looking for another once I was at UTP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry, I truly am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would be better if I left you alone. Never knowing how you are now; but alas I couldn't help myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Curiosity killed the cat as they say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holding you today, made me remember all those times we spent with each other. When I wanted to escape from my world, and into yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet you did not reply me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The years apart took you away from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is dedicated to you. May I always remember your contribution to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TBeIVJHjXpI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zFs3ns-pRHc/s1600/DSC00180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TBeIVJHjXpI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zFs3ns-pRHc/s400/DSC00180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483000968153095826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My made in China MP3 player. Take care.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-6197993116733735288?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/6197993116733735288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=6197993116733735288' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/6197993116733735288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/6197993116733735288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2010/06/memories-of-you.html' title='Memories of you...'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/TBeIVJHjXpI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zFs3ns-pRHc/s72-c/DSC00180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-452570307560669728</id><published>2010-05-20T12:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T12:44:27.019+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Random decision for a trip to Philippines.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Title tells it all. Right now got me, Jin Ming, Renae, and Mildred. Going to Boracay island, Philippines. 10th January next year. Not sure if I made the right decision, but as long as the company is great, who cares =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/S_S9O3XrnRI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/L8vO7nhdAcY/s1600/boracay_homepage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/S_S9O3XrnRI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/L8vO7nhdAcY/s400/boracay_homepage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473207510241090834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/S_S8e_hzozI/AAAAAAAAAZw/O8k7WUfY-oQ/s1600/boracay-at-its-best-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/S_S8e_hzozI/AAAAAAAAAZw/O8k7WUfY-oQ/s400/boracay-at-its-best-l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473206687797322546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makes me realize, by Jan 10th next year, I will have no idea where will I be; Kuching, KL, or some other place. Employed or unemployed. Unlike the other three, who will be having their semester break then, I won't be coming back to UTP, or experience this undergraduate feeling anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Return tickets Rm278 only, waiting for more people so that can buy the tickets together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone else wanna go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;p/s: will try not to drown this time around.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-452570307560669728?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/452570307560669728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=452570307560669728' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/452570307560669728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/452570307560669728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2010/05/random-decision-for-trip-to-philippines.html' title='Random decision for a trip to Philippines.'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/S_S9O3XrnRI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/L8vO7nhdAcY/s72-c/boracay_homepage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-7239908634998974467</id><published>2010-04-29T00:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T01:15:50.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UTP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>I got blocked because I have no taste...(stares blankly for 5 seconds)  WTH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know how some universities block access to certain websites. I totally understand their intention and to some extent agree on certain censorships (no matter how futile it is).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, this was the bomb. I tried to access a site the other day. This is what I got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/S9hqWwbhvZI/AAAAAAAAAZg/4ghxrttrPXc/s1600/cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/S9hqWwbhvZI/AAAAAAAAAZg/4ghxrttrPXc/s400/cropped.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465235087004122514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/S9hoctmJMAI/AAAAAAAAAZY/5o186-8nlaA/s1600/cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My reaction when I saw this at my screen: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Stares at it for 5 seconds. (Nope, no eye blinking whatsoever)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Read the words 3 times to make sure my I don't need to start wearing glasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Crumbles on the floor, screaming "NOOOOoooooooo!!!" (Reality hits hard that I have no taste whatsoever)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well at least now I know that my university wants me to have good tastes. Apparently mine is &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;tasteless&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;offensive&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I don't really mind blocking a website for being offensive, but really, tasteless? Is that really an excuse to block a website? LOL.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm digressing, the main point here is this, I AM TASTELESS! Let's all help me to improve my taste okay? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-7239908634998974467?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/7239908634998974467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=7239908634998974467' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/7239908634998974467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/7239908634998974467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-know-how-some-universities-block.html' title='I got blocked because I have no taste...(stares blankly for 5 seconds)  WTH!'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/S9hqWwbhvZI/AAAAAAAAAZg/4ghxrttrPXc/s72-c/cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-2449755564324529592</id><published>2010-04-24T01:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T01:35:41.215+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UTP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Euphonious'/><title type='text'>Songs, Eupho, Exam TimeTable, and Sickness.</title><content type='html'>I suddenly remembered this song, heard it somewhere and straight away googled for the title. See if you can recognize the lyrics...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aruba, Jamaica ooo I wanna take you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bermuda, Bahama come on pretty mama&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Key Largo, Montego baby why don't we go..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Owh how I missed this song. Should listen to it the next time I go to the beach =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just got my timetable for final exam. 4 papers in 3 weeks. The papers all far apart. Guess I need some planning on what to do in between the papers. You don't actually expect me to study for the whole 3 weeks now do you? =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just came back from Euphonious, great performance by all the bands as usual. Credits to &lt;i&gt;Salmah and the Swingers&lt;/i&gt; for the superb performance. Especially liked it when the four girls came out and danced during &lt;i&gt;Poker Face&lt;/i&gt; song, and the singer for the second song, &lt;i&gt;Hey Jude&lt;/i&gt; was simply superb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Rector's singing as improved A LOT since the first time I went for Euphonious. Damn, now I super regret didn't learn how to sing or at least play some kind of instrument. I would look so hot up there playing a guitar! lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Owh, and I am sick now, at a very bad timing. Hopefully my fever and flu will get better soon. Very soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s: The song above is &lt;i&gt;Kokomo&lt;/i&gt;, by Beach Boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Til next time~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(Puts on headphones and listen to &lt;i&gt;Kokomo&lt;/i&gt; while roomate goes to sleep)&lt;/div&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/2606357881611884068-2449755564324529592?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/2449755564324529592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=2449755564324529592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/2449755564324529592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/2449755564324529592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2010/04/songs-eupho-exam-timetable-and-sickness.html' title='Songs, Eupho, Exam TimeTable, and Sickness.'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-2966620612797309669</id><published>2010-04-11T00:13:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T01:31:16.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UTP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DoTA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>A losing battle against DoTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Every semester in UTP, I will have this period of time where.... well I like to call this period 'Rehab'. It usually occurs around the 9th-11th week of the semester. I will go to my desktop, and delete this icon, W3L or better known to the rest of the world as DoTA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/S8CmL51IttI/AAAAAAAAAY4/jkS9JEpK4q4/s1600/dota.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/S8CmL51IttI/AAAAAAAAAY4/jkS9JEpK4q4/s400/dota.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458545471805503186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 217px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;DoTA icon dragged into the Recycle Bin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;R&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;ight now, I am in 'Rehab'. Now imagine me, surrounded by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;believe friends that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;has also quit DoTA, holding my hands &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;supporting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;Jason: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I have not played DoTA in 6 days".&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;(You heard me, 6 long, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt;             &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;arduous days without DoTA!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;My imaginary friends all clapping for me now, and some are patting &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;my back.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;Okay, maybe thats a little bit too much. But 6 days is LONG in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;world of DoTA okay. Imagine 3 hours a day, times 6, thats over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;18 hours of DoTA time lost! &lt;i&gt;(or saved. I really should have used &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;the word saved shouldn't I?) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;However, there is one major problem with this.... my DoTA folder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;is being kept on my dekstop as well, just beside my DoTA icon &lt;i&gt;(which&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;has been deleted for the record. Deleting the icon is sooo much easier &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;than deleting the folder...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/S8CpLXApDSI/AAAAAAAAAZA/U65IQljFGiM/s1600/dota2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/S8CpLXApDSI/AAAAAAAAAZA/U65IQljFGiM/s400/dota2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458548760993402146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt; The major setback. Not the right place for a game folder isn't it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/S8CmL51IttI/AAAAAAAAAY4/jkS9JEpK4q4/s1600/dota.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, there's just too many things on my mind right now that DoTA doesn't really seem important at the moment. &lt;i&gt;(Thinks hard to himself... since when was it ever important?)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Now it's not my fault, I know it isn't! 8 months during intern and I never had the urge to DoTA. But the 1st day I'm back in UTP, and already the urge was too strong that I played it on the 1st day itself. I think there is some kind of aura in UTP, empowering the students to DoTA &lt;i&gt;(or maybe some kind of black magic that UiTM students put on UTPians due to jealousy)&lt;/i&gt;. JK JK! As if they got anything to be jealous of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The conclusion? Jason must try harder this semester to quit DoTA. &lt;i&gt;(And not to mention I have extra time to blog now that I dont DoTA anymore).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/S8CxlLgO7ZI/AAAAAAAAAZI/WYcuaeNrwgo/s400/1_374555876l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458558000674303378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Note to self, lessen the monologues. Although it is funny in my head, it's lame when I read it out loud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-2966620612797309669?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/2966620612797309669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=2966620612797309669' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/2966620612797309669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/2966620612797309669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2010/04/every-semester-in-utp-i-will-have-this.html' title='A losing battle against DoTA'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/S8CmL51IttI/AAAAAAAAAY4/jkS9JEpK4q4/s72-c/dota.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-7827303748282738457</id><published>2010-04-06T00:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T00:24:12.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bali'/><title type='text'>The day I nearly died, or drowned in Bali.</title><content type='html'>The day I nearly drowned... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made a bad choice. Learning how to surf at Dreamland instead of Kuta. Waves in Kuta beach is like most of the beaches that we are used to; calm and slightly rough at times, just like a breeze during a hot summer day. The waves at Dreamland can be likened to a tornado now that I think of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my friend wanted to learn how to surf, ambitiously trying it out at Dreamland. The locals of course just wanted to get our money any way they could. So we tried it. My friend was luckier, his instructor just brought him slightly out and not far from the shore. Mine was...more ambitious. Bringing me further and further into the rough seas. I told him I was not good at swimming, but he said it was safe. I guess I should have followed my guts in preserving my life. I was pretty far from the shore, clinging to my unsteady surf board in the middle of the ocean. Asking me to paddle towards the huge wave coming at me, I thought he was crazy, but I did it anyway. I was under in a matter of seconds. Well, I think how my friend told the story after this is more hilarious...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;From my friend's point of view:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yoon Yeh: (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Realizes I'm missing, looking around trying to locate me) Wheres my friend???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;His instructor:&lt;/i&gt; (...) I don't know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yoon Yeh looks at my instructor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;My instructor:&lt;/i&gt; (...) Looks at him and couldn't say anything, frantically looking around trying to find any signs of me with a scared look in his eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The waves swept me to the shore, but it kept pulling me back in, never letting me go. I really struggled to keep my head above the water every time the waves pushed me to the shore, just to get enough air before I was pulled back into the ocean. Kinda hard to describe the feeling of being so close to safety, yet never really reaching it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They finally spotted me at the shore later on, I was panting and struggling to breath. Taking in as much air as possible. I really thought I was going to die at that time. Never closer. I guess it was just minutes, but it felt much longer than that for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what they say, that you will never drown as long as you have your surf board with you? Thats a bunch of bull. By the time the waves hit u hard, taking your breath away, you struggling to keep afloat, pulling that string attached to your ankle and surf board, getting a hold of your surf board, trying to get on it and balance yourself, the next wave would have come and smashed you again. And this time, you won't have the breath nor the energy left. Thats what happened to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course now that I'm alive and kicking, I try to make a joke out of it every time people ask me about it. Come to think of it, it was kind of funny how my friend told me the story from his point of view. I was laughing really loud when I heard it the first time. It wasn't so funny for him though. Could have been worse, I could have been laughing from &lt;i&gt;up&lt;/i&gt; there.... or... maybe &lt;i&gt;down&lt;/i&gt; there. Lets not be too optimistic shall we =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-7827303748282738457?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/7827303748282738457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=7827303748282738457' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/7827303748282738457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/7827303748282738457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-i-nearly-died-or-drowned-in-bali.html' title='The day I nearly died, or drowned in Bali.'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-6856241214707646402</id><published>2010-03-20T12:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T13:30:49.446+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversation of the day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bali'/><title type='text'>When three boys meet hot stewardess</title><content type='html'>On the flight back to Malaysia, TYY, JAR and CJH sat beside each other on the plane. The announcement came for 'Safety Demonstration' or whatever the name is. You know, the one where they teach you how to use the seat belts and life jackets on the plane.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comes this freakin' HOT and PRETTY stewardess in front of us, showing how to use all those stuff. TYY, JAR and CJH looks on unblinkingly....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;JAR: This is the first time I'm paying attention during the demonstration...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;CJH: I also paying a lot of attention.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(continues to stare until the demonstration ended)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TYY looks at the food menu on board.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;TYY: Eh, this meal very cheap, got free shirt some more. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;JAR: Jom, order.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;TYY: And must order only from THAT stewardess! (JAR, TYY and CJH nods in agreement while looking at each other)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;TYY: OK, later she pass by I'll ask her!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Try 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slowly stewardess walks towards us from behind... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. . . . . . and passes us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;CJH: Eh, what happened?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;TYY: Err...Not yet ready, didn't see her coming from behind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;JAR and CJH: Ok ok, next try.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;ry 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stewardess walks towards us, this time from the front... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. . . . .and passes us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;JAR: ??? (Looks at TYY with wide open eyes)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;CJH: Why...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;TYY: ... ... ... Err.... scared la~ (saying this with his cute and innocent face)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;JAR and CJH: ROLFLMAO x100&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, the meal that we wanted to buy is out of stock. And the free shirt is only for kids, which will never fit us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;p/s: Lazy blog about Bali trip, maybe next time :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-6856241214707646402?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/6856241214707646402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=6856241214707646402' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/6856241214707646402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/6856241214707646402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-flight-back-to-malaysia-tyy-jar-and.html' title='When three boys meet hot stewardess'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-699598744600773214</id><published>2010-02-25T10:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T13:03:49.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UTP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghost'/><title type='text'>A Short Ghost Story</title><content type='html'>Suddenly remembered this story just now, and it still gives me the creeps thinking 'bout it. So what the heck, I'm gonna share this feeling with all of you, since sharing is caring right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;*crosses finger and hopes that the way I write will scare the shit out of all of you instead of making you laugh, or even worse, think I'm lame*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;*crosses finger again*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was actually told to me by one of my UTP friends. So the validity of this story is unconfirmed, but according to what that person said, it's true.  So believe what you want. Owh, and this occurred in UTP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there was this guy (Lets call him guy A) and his roommate, staying at V5&lt;i&gt;x&lt;/i&gt;. During one of the holiday breaks, A's roommate when back during the evening, while A decided to stay in UTP. So A was left all alone during that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He went to sleep that night peacefully, without anything strange occurring. In the middle of the night however, he suddenly opened his eyes and turned and faced his roommate's bed (&lt;i&gt;guling-guling&lt;/i&gt; on the bed, you know la~). He realized that there was someone lying down at his roommate's bed. Then he thought to himself whether it was his roommate, but then knew that it wasn't since it was too early for this roommate to be back. He knew it wasn't someone but &lt;i&gt;something.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep and didn't know anything; keeping silent all the way. A few seconds after closing his eyes and pretending to be asleep, his heard the &lt;i&gt;thing&lt;/i&gt; saying out loud &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Sudah tahu ke?" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He slowly opened his eyes and in front of him was that &lt;i&gt;thing&lt;/i&gt;, just beside his face! He fainted straight away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning when he woke up no one was in the room, only him. He retold the story to his roommate and others...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you still dare to sleep alone in UTP?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;p/s: I think telling the story in person would be more scary, but what the heck.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2606357881611884068-699598744600773214?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/699598744600773214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=699598744600773214' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/699598744600773214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/699598744600773214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2010/02/short-ghost-story.html' title='A Short Ghost Story'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-6024218896359404370</id><published>2010-02-04T15:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T15:24:55.907+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Penang'/><title type='text'>Roadtrips. Lazy updates.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Went for KL roadtrip 2 weeks ago. As if I haven't gotten enough of KL after 8 months of internship there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/S2p0TV1a4vI/AAAAAAAAAYw/opXZirxuPYQ/s1600-h/DSC00118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/S2p0TV1a4vI/AAAAAAAAAYw/opXZirxuPYQ/s400/DSC00118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434283776003465970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So finally I got my first &lt;i&gt;illy&lt;/i&gt;'s coffee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Highly recommended for coffee lovers =))) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then last week went for Penang roadtrip again. Great time there, especially at Batu Feringgi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;End of post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Laziness kicking in. Aren't short posts easier to read?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-6024218896359404370?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/6024218896359404370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=6024218896359404370' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/6024218896359404370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/6024218896359404370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2010/02/roadtrips-lazy-updates.html' title='Roadtrips. Lazy updates.'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/S2p0TV1a4vI/AAAAAAAAAYw/opXZirxuPYQ/s72-c/DSC00118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-2056631854380076930</id><published>2010-01-14T00:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T13:44:35.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KL'/><title type='text'>Final days of intern</title><content type='html'>Finally giving in to temptation and ignoring my Internship Final Report for the time being. What on earth made me think that I would have time to enjoy myself before going back to UTP, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final days in KLCC was fun, and sad at the same time. Going to miss the colleagues at my department. Never really took time to know each one of them, but the feeling is still there. The appreciation  that they showed us during the final days was really heart warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the last few days during intern, had the priviledge to eat all meals; lunch and dinner for free. the managers, Senior Managers, and even our General Manager met us and invited us for lunch or dinner on separate occasions. Finally get to eat at Dome's and Manhattan Fish Market. Lol. Owh, there was a farewell party as well. Even Adilah bought me Auntie Anne's on the last day of intern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barney a.k.a. Voon Choon Lin even came down and bought me lunch during on Friday. p/s: He's in UK now, hope he's having a great time there =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the SM's and GM in my department even collected money and bought us a farewell gift. Freakin' happy since I was planning to buy it as well, and thus I can now save money...which I really lack after 8 months of internship in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures ahead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/S06s_UZbGvI/AAAAAAAAAYI/65Q2YgQ9yg8/s1600-h/DSC00116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/S06s_UZbGvI/AAAAAAAAAYI/65Q2YgQ9yg8/s400/DSC00116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426464804835105522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Intern mate. Dila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/S06tBAQVnRI/AAAAAAAAAYY/biPet9aFTJY/s1600-h/DSC00114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/S06tBAQVnRI/AAAAAAAAAYY/biPet9aFTJY/s400/DSC00114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426464833788026130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shafiq, the hardworking intern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/S06tC5fyQoI/AAAAAAAAAYo/3AlxVhXuk8g/s1600-h/DSC00102.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/_cZdcJoO2AOk/S06tC5fyQoI/AAAAAAAAAYo/3AlxVhXuk8g/s400/DSC00102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426464866333508226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gift from my department.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/S06tCC11p4I/AAAAAAAAAYg/sB_QOxMvGks/s1600-h/DSC00103.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/_cZdcJoO2AOk/S06tCC11p4I/AAAAAAAAAYg/sB_QOxMvGks/s400/DSC00103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426464851662055298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The present in the bag ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/S06tAV-w_OI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/7pMQ7WWx97c/s1600-h/DSC00109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/S06tAV-w_OI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/7pMQ7WWx97c/s400/DSC00109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426464822440033506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My cubicle, which is right in front of my GM's office. Hard time Facebook-ing in the begining =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to miss Group Internal Audit and KLCC so much after this. Not to forget the friends back in KL doing their internship as well. Good luck to you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-2056631854380076930?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/2056631854380076930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=2056631854380076930' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/2056631854380076930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/2056631854380076930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2010/01/final-days-of-intern.html' title='Final days of intern'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/S06s_UZbGvI/AAAAAAAAAYI/65Q2YgQ9yg8/s72-c/DSC00116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-8291809926918392494</id><published>2009-12-29T14:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:47:11.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ipoh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Holiday with family...</title><content type='html'>Hello! been neglecting my blog recently. Sorry bout that. Finally in blogging mood once more. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, most of my outings are of public knowledge since my other friends like to blog as well, like the one to Genting, Padi, etc2. So not going to touch on those. Will be talking bout my recent trip back to Ipoh with family and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess not many of you know bout my family background besides that my dad's and Indian and my mom's Chinese. Hmmm, I don't really talk bout my family much I guess. Except a few, most of you don't know that my parents are actually divorced. Not that it's a secret, just that I don't find it that much of a happy topic, and to suddenly come out and say "Hey, my parents are divorced!".  (Which will then lead to a weird silence around the group and everyone looking somewhere pretending to contemplate on something else. So true by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Owh, to go on, they actually divorced a couple of months before I entered UTP, so it didn't affect me that much since I'm already all grown up and all. I mean, it's their life, so can't help it when they're doing what they think it best. Owh, they both remarried to different people already, and now I got a little step brother (1 and a half years old) and a little sister (5 months old). Saw them a few times already when I went back to Kuching. Gosh I sure came a long way from SPM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Owh well, my dad came down with my step mom, my sister, and the baby boy and baby girl. They're getting cuter I must say. And louder... noisier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spend a few days in KL first, before going back Ipoh. Nothing much for me left to do in KL, the only new thing I did was going up KL Tower. Paid RM38 for a view I can see from my level in KLCC Twin Towers. Sigh. At least it comes with free entrance to the petting zoo and testing drive at the F1 simulation. Unfortunately I can't go on the pony ride, only people less then 50kg allowed to (another sign I should start going gym next sem in UTP). Btw, in the petting zoo, one person actually put a snake around my neck and took a big parrot and put it on my shoulder. I damn scared &lt;i&gt;sia&lt;/i&gt;, thinking the snake will want to go and eat the bird and I'll become the victim stuck in the middle. The snake even went up near my face &lt;i&gt;lo&lt;/i&gt;. My &lt;i&gt;bulu roma&lt;/i&gt; still stands at the thought of it. Hah, who imagining dirty things now sure you friends with Jin Ming right? See... told you he got bad influence on you all. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, after a few days in KL, went to Ipoh back for family gathering and to celebrate Christmas there. Been quite some time since I went back to Ipoh, and seeing that Ipoh Jusco sure brings back some memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to church on 24th night (finally went to church after 1 year of absence). Unfortunately... since it was a Tamil speaking church, didn't understood a word they said. Even songs in Tamil, so I just pretend that I understood while everyone around me sang and listened to the pastor preaching. Can't help it... all my father's side of family goes to that church, so I accompany them go also &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;. Pity my sister and step mom also, they're like me, can't understand a word. Lol. At least the crowd was friendly ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25th December was spent going around visiting relatives, and eating as if I'm going to war the next day. Sigh. I think I put on 5kg on that day itself. Then 25th night, went clubbing (at least I understood the songs played in there right). Much cheaper than KL clubs also. Realized there's a lot of new clubs behind Tesco as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26th went back to KL, and met up with Peow, Jia Haur, Barney and Ah Dong. Watched Sherlock Holmes at Times Square. Straight went from Puduraya to Times Square with my luggage and all to meet them and make it for the movie. Then we all went back to Wangsa Maju and met with Bong and Yoke Mun for yumcha session. After that me, Jia Haur, Peow and Dong went CC, played DoTA until 5am in the morning. After 6 months of abstinence from DoTA, I feed like hell and found myself getting the feeling of DoTA back. NOOOOooooooooooooooooo~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The main point of this enty is this. &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; will never have children until I have travelled the whole world. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;These are the exact words I said to my parents. Don't get me wrong. Love my baby brother and baby sister till death. They're both just too cute. It's just that they can be sooo loud, noisy and annoying at times, especially during meals. Not to mention the cost of bringing extra people and paying for them. Uhhh.... seriously, will travel the whole world before I settle down and have kids. Next trip, New Years? =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: will upload pics of family later on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-8291809926918392494?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/8291809926918392494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=8291809926918392494' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/8291809926918392494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/8291809926918392494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-with-family.html' title='Holiday with family...'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-5508091747767872907</id><published>2009-12-14T14:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T14:49:54.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suicide'/><title type='text'>Humans aren't the only ones that commit suicide.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Read this article today. Very very weird...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(35, 31, 32); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;p size="12px" color="transparent" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial;  vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background- "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Located near the village of Milton in the burgh of Dumbarton, Scotland, there exists a bridge that for some reason or another, has been attracting suicidal dogs since the early 60s. At a rate of around one a month, dogs have been regularly leaping from the bridge; an estimated 600 have been reported jumping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Even more strange are the circumstances behind these incidents of kamikaze canines. Not only have they been plummeting to their deaths from the bridge, but many have witnessed the dogs actually climbing the parapet wall before making the jump. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Even stranger are the reports of dogs surviving their brush with death, only to return to the bridge for a second attempt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SyXcFmsK89I/AAAAAAAAAX8/Eb1v2w1MEyU/s400/OVERTOUN_BRIDGE_LOWER_RES_0.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 361px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414976115826160594" /&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Many theories have arisen on why these doggy suicides occur at such a regular pace, but nothing conclusive has been found. The Scottish Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals has sent representatives to investigate, but they too were stumped by the cause of the strange behavior."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://atlasobscura.com/places/overtoun-bridge"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://atlasobscura.com/places/overtoun-bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seriously? Jump but didn't die then go and jump again??? The person watching that sitting there enjoying the view of the dogs jumping to death twice is it. GO la and stop the poor dog. Maybe show him a picture of a big bone or something. Dude.... seriously. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Owh well, at least I know now that not only humans suffer from stress and depression. Such is the life of a dog. At least all dogs go to heaven right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-5508091747767872907?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/5508091747767872907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=5508091747767872907' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/5508091747767872907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/5508091747767872907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/12/humans-arent-only-ones-that-commit.html' title='Humans aren&apos;t the only ones that commit suicide.'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SyXcFmsK89I/AAAAAAAAAX8/Eb1v2w1MEyU/s72-c/OVERTOUN_BRIDGE_LOWER_RES_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-1712576030749372277</id><published>2009-11-26T09:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T10:44:28.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KL'/><title type='text'>My first Chocolate Fondue! And Chilli's!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Met Vern yesterday afternoon at KLCC (slacking off from work after lunch). Went to Chocz at KLCC. There are a lot of these kinds of cafe at each floor of Suria KLCC, at both ends of the building. Since I never had any fondue before... (Yeah, I know I'm quite late in getting my 1st fondue), we ordered one. Never was a big chocolate fan, but decided to give it a try. And &lt;i&gt;walaa&lt;/i&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Sw3c0NrJyCI/AAAAAAAAAX0/cdTo85cr_EI/s1600/DSC00076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Sw3c0NrJyCI/AAAAAAAAAX0/cdTo85cr_EI/s400/DSC00076.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408221517123799074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chocolate Fondue at Chocz Kafe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it came, I was like &lt;i&gt;"whoaa..." &lt;/i&gt;With warm melted chocolate at the top, and fire below, surrounded with strawberries, kiwi, green apples, red apples, bananas, dried prunes and most importantly marshmellows! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly I remembered why I like to try new things everywhere I go, just to have this expression on my face and thats say &lt;i&gt;"Why haven't I tried this sooner??" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 1st taste was the best, seriously. Took the long pointy stick and poked that strawberry and dipped it in the melted chocolate. MMMmmmMMMmm.... The chocolate was very rich, and tasty! After 30 minutes... me and Vern both agreed that this portion isn't for two, at least three or four people. Anyway, we were able to&lt;i&gt; almost&lt;/i&gt; finish it while chatting and me slacking off until 4.15pm. Bid Vern farewell after that and went back to work...until 5pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Owh, at 5pm (which is like 45 minutes after the fondue) me, Duke and Sumathi went Chilli's. Decided to hang out since this Friday is Duke's birthday, and he wont me here. Each had drinks and we ordered Triple Play, which we shared. It was seriously delicious, especially the one that looks like clams, but isnt. Weird. Halfway through, then only I realize I forgot to take a picture, so that will explain the lack of pictures here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went &lt;i&gt;jalan-jalan&lt;/i&gt;, walk around without direction, go to park, chit chat and all. Sigh, the life of aimless and bored people. Now that the word bored came up... thinking of UTP once more. Heck, at least I can save &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; money there~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-1712576030749372277?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/1712576030749372277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=1712576030749372277' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/1712576030749372277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/1712576030749372277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-first-chocolate-fondue-and-chillis.html' title='My first Chocolate Fondue! And Chilli&apos;s!'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Sw3c0NrJyCI/AAAAAAAAAX0/cdTo85cr_EI/s72-c/DSC00076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-7538140807712761618</id><published>2009-11-20T14:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T15:08:06.712+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversation of the day'/><title type='text'>Conversation of the day #1</title><content type='html'>Backdrop of the conversation, on 20th November 2009:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, Bong (a guy) and Jia Haur (another guy) walking at KLCC. Bong explaining he might go to Ipoh tonight to celebrate Yuan Wen's birthday. Then he mentioned about Yoke Mun, telling him to ask Jia Haur to drive over to celebrate Yuan Wen's birthday together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bong        : &lt;/b&gt;But right, Yuan Wen is not important in Jia Haur's heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jia Haur:&lt;/b&gt; (Looks at Bong) Then who is???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bong        : &lt;/b&gt;Me of course~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jason      : &lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;. . .(speechless) . . . thinks in heart, "why I got friends like these..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; p/s: I got permission from Bong and Jia Haur to publish this. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-7538140807712761618?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/7538140807712761618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=7538140807712761618' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/7538140807712761618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/7538140807712761618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/11/conversation-of-day-1.html' title='Conversation of the day #1'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-8874786702436142554</id><published>2009-11-05T13:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T14:59:26.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>'Now' me vs. Future me</title><content type='html'>This is officially my 50th Post!!! *someone please buy me a cake or something to celebrate this occasion*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, sent an e-mail to myself 3 years from now. Going to be delivered to me on the 1st of November 2012 using &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.futureme.org/" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;http://www.futureme.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The contents are of course for me to know and for the rest of you to never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wondering how I am going to be like 3 years from now... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;21 Year Old Jason: Hey Jason from the future! How are you doing? Tell me, how's life now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;24 Year Old Jason: Life's great!!! Driving my BMW, working with &lt;s&gt;Shell&lt;/s&gt; a big corporation&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;currently managing a multi billion dollar deal overseas and of course partying all night long everyday. Contemplating of buying my second summer home, either in the Europe or Bali. Damn life is good here. All thanks to you. Make sure you keep working hard okay. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;21 Year Old Jason: Whoa.... (speechless. Then continues to work hard finishing up his assignment)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that is what I would like to imagine, but my mind couldn't help itself from imagining this instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;21 Year Old Jason: Hey Jason from the future! How are u doing? Tell me how's life now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;24 Year Old Jason: Sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;21 Year Old Jason: -__-" why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;24 Year Old Jason: Graduated one semester late cause failed one stupid subject. Entered Petronas then was kicked out after 2 months because they found out I'm actually incapable of doing anything correctly. AND I'm still being squished in the LRT everyday like in a can of sardine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;21 Year Old Jason: *face turns from &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;0_0)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt; --&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt; (-__-)"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt; --&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt; (T_T)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt; then goes and and smashes head and face in the mirror.*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;24 Year Old Jason: Owh SHIT! Now look what you did to my face. Owh wait, my face is already like that. *goes to the corner of the room, squats down facing the wall and contemplating how best to suicide without feeling pain*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;21 Year Old Jason: Pussy! (Then continues to play DoTA).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: I think this will be my last monologue post for some time as I'm scared of getting addicted to talking like this in the future. *Welcome back normal Jason!* Owh ya, before I forget, better send myself another e-mail 3 years down the road with this link for me to re-visit this site when the time comes =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-8874786702436142554?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/8874786702436142554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=8874786702436142554' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/8874786702436142554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/8874786702436142554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/11/okay-sent-e-mail-to-myself-3-years-from.html' title='&apos;Now&apos; me vs. Future me'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-1224212781463157760</id><published>2009-11-02T21:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T14:41:11.369+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Old me vs. 'Now' me</title><content type='html'>After reading some of my older posts, I've come to terms that my sarcasm level has dropped from here *points way up high* to here *points to the ground*. Sigh~ Anyway, maybe I'm just not as daring to comment about others on a public blog, but heck, I don't mind criticizing myself right.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found this new website, VERY COOL --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.futureme.org/"&gt;http://www.futureme.org/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You just write an email to yourself, and it will be delivered to your inbox after XXX months/years. It's kinda like talking to your future self. So I was wondering what if I found this website a couple of years earlier. What would I be asking the 'me' now a couple of years back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;15 Year Old Jason: Jason!!! How are you my future me? So where are you studying now? UK? US? Japan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;21 Year Old Jason: Still in Malaysia. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;15 Year Old Jason: SHIT! I knew it! Wasted my years. Anyway, on your way to become a Doctor? Or a Lawyer? Or at least an Engineer right?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;21 Year Old Jason: No... Doing some IT/Business thinggy..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;15 Year Old Jason: What the F***. How the hell did I ended up there. Why the hell did I learn all those Form 5 Add Maths then??? and Physics! And Chemistry! and Bio!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;21 Year Old Jason: I learnt those things???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;15 Year Old Jason: At least you got some hot chick with you and a nice ride now right? 21 was my favourite number.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;21 Year Old Jason: No... and No. But getting on LRT everyday and getting squished like a can of sardine is kinda fun. Right???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;15 Year Old Jason: *Runs to the top of the roof and jumps down*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;21 Year Old Jason: F***! Now I have no more legs.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next post --&gt; 'Now' me vs. Future me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-1224212781463157760?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/1224212781463157760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=1224212781463157760' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/1224212781463157760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/1224212781463157760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/11/old-me-vs-now-me.html' title='Old me vs. &apos;Now&apos; me'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-1051609048305905258</id><published>2009-11-01T15:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:16:09.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concerts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KL'/><title type='text'>Pro and Cons of going to concerts. (went AAR yesterday!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Just went to All American Rejects concert yesterday... and amid all the pushing, shoving and squishing, I was wondering if it was really worth it. So, I decided to do a Pro vs. Cons of going to concerts and give marks to all the points. Lets see then:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pro: Can see international artists performing right in front of you, which will be quite a fond memory in the years to come (+12)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cons: Most probably you'll end up so far behind you can only see their tiny figures and will be watching the big screen they put up at the sides. (-5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pro: Can meet up with other friends that you haven't seen in a long time at the concert, sometimes planned and most of the times unplanned (+6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cons: Most probably you will be separated during the concert due to the huge crowd if you don't stick together really really close. (-2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pro: You get to brag to your friends an say that you've been to XXX concert and all! (+5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cons: During the concert, you wil be pushed, shoved, and squished til u wanna punch those bunch of ^*(%@&amp;amp; idiots right down the !#^$%@! they came from. (-10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ok, can't think of any other good things, so continue listing down the bad ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cons: Your foot will be stepped on by the crowd, so girls, please wear shoes and not slippers, else it'll be much more painful. (-2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cons: You will have to stand for around 5 hours or more during the concert, so make sure you wear something comfortable. p/s: Even saw some girls wearing heel yesterday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;geng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; (-3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cons: The concert will start at around 6pm but the main artist/band you wanted to see performing will only be on after like 2-3 hours because of the opening acts. (-5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cons: It will be HOT, and you'll get thirsty in there, so make sure to bring some water bottle else you'll seriously in for a long night. (-3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So, lets calculate the scores:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pro: 13 + 6 + 5 = 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cons: (-5) + (-2) + (-10) + (-2) + (-3) + (-5) = -25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So the verdict? More Cons than Pros... T_______T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;EHHH, wait!!! Forgot 1 more point. Dammit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pro: Get to see A LOT of pretty and hot girls and, especially if the act is international, got hot &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caucasians&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;some more . It's like all the hot girls in KL gathered at one spot that night and you get to appreciate them all. LOL. (...+20)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ok, final final verdict:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pro: = 43&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cons: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Won hands down, so go and see a concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yeah, I must admit, during the concert it'll get a lil stuffy, hot, pushy, and crowded, but at the end of the day, you'll usually remember it for the good things (Reminds self to get pictures from Renae).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;On another totally random note, just bought the new Gatsby, blue colored one. For the "Cool wet look" as it says on the label. Liked this much more than the purple one I was using. Highly re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;commended for people with long ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ir and wanna keep the wet look all day long. Really works. And no, I don't get paid for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Su1NCSikE5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/5y37vnmFGEQ/s200/DSC00070.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399056230018978706" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-1051609048305905258?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/1051609048305905258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=1051609048305905258' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/1051609048305905258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/1051609048305905258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-went-to-all-american-rejects.html' title='Pro and Cons of going to concerts. (went AAR yesterday!)'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Su1NCSikE5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/5y37vnmFGEQ/s72-c/DSC00070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-5724436660818597043</id><published>2009-10-25T18:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T20:19:46.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KL'/><title type='text'>Some random thoughts on food</title><content type='html'>I still remember the day I came to UTP, and the first few times I had to pay for my own food. Even  RM3.50 for lunch seems a little &lt;i&gt;pricey&lt;/i&gt; to me. Over the years, food has turned from something to keep me alive to something of enjoyment and indulgence. I'm kinda lucky I guess since I can eat anything, being a Christian. So all the more variety for me to choose from =) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward to today. Doing my intern in KLCC made me realize how cheap food outside really is. Paying a minimum of RM6 for your lunch (and this does not include drinks by the way) does make you appreciate the more affordable ones outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at my working colleagues going to Secret Recipe, Chilli's, Roma's Pizza or some other fancy place to have their lunch makes me wonder if I will be like them one day. Even now I do go to those places, but not &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; often like they do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Owh well, just as random thought as I remembered all the places I've been to for meals, and the ones I have yet to go to. Changing from being a person who "Eats to live" to "Lives to eat" does have it's costs, monetary wise especially, and getting a tummy from all those delicious food as well. Can't say I didn't enjoy all those food though, and the times when we all sat and chit chat during the meals. Some good old fashion quality time there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, having a headache now. I'm guessing from eating too full during lunch just now. I wonder if that is even possible. Gonna take my nap now. Hopefully not a long one, else I'l be up all night later. Ciao~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-5724436660818597043?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/5724436660818597043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=5724436660818597043' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/5724436660818597043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/5724436660818597043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-random-thoughts-on-food.html' title='Some random thoughts on food'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-2008643736168437360</id><published>2009-10-21T18:34:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T23:42:58.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Langkawi Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;OK~ Finally getting the time to sit down and blog about the trip to Langkawi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Was hoping more people would come, but in the end only 4 went, (me, Jia Haur, Peow, and Aaron). Well, I guess the timing wasn't good or I just suck at planning. Maybe both =) Anyway, I'll never plan for holidays again, defeats the purpose of relaxing. Stress sia... now I know. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;I wont go into detail of all the activities or things we did, since I'm lazy. Will just highlight a few things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;The place we stay is called Malibest. Can go Google it up if you all got nothing better to do. It's right beside the Cenang beach, which is damn pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/St8j1zXBOoI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ZE3IRR68KGg/s1600-h/DSC01382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/St8j1zXBOoI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ZE3IRR68KGg/s400/DSC01382.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395070285839940226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Comfortable bed... too comfortable wit the aircond until sleep too much T_T&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/St8YVKpHvnI/AAAAAAAAAWM/uV3E53nw1hc/s400/DSC01397.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395057630526291570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Awesome beach right?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since it is just beside the beach, can go and play at the beach anytime, and of course see the beautiful sunset. Here's one of the picture I took just after the sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/St8YVTDWbAI/AAAAAAAAAWU/OrvPnwsYaa4/s400/DSC01413.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395057632783789058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also woke up early on the last day, at dawn, just to go and see the sunrise while the other three slept. Unfortunately since the sun sets at this side of the beach, it definitely wont rise at the same side -_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still, it was nice to see the sky turning from pitch black to light blue and orange slowly. Even saw fishermen using nets at the beach, catching lots of fishes. Walking on the beach on the morning is refreshing~ Although it gets pretty chilly at times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also went to Tasik Dayang Bunting. Legend has it that if u can't get pregnant, bath in this lake and it will &lt;i&gt;enable&lt;/i&gt; you to get pregnant. How true it is, I'm not sure. Maybe some of you can go test it out for us. Owh, only applicable for ladies by the way... so guys, sorry, but no can do. Still....since the four of us are scared of testing out this myth ourselves and whether it works on guys or not, we decided to go paddling only, instead of swimming in it. Later get baby bump sure freak out even though it is only fat. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/St8YWPz-fMI/AAAAAAAAAWk/tvxR91y3LbI/s400/DSC01576.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395057649093868738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy couple~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;After the paddling, we let some fishes bite our legs at the Tasik there as well. VERY GELI!!! And the fish was SLIMY!!! Well I'm ticklish, so I can't help it. After that we went to see the Eagle Feeding. Couldn't take any clear pictures though. Then there was Pulau Beras Basah. Went there and took a lot of pictures of &lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;pretty girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; ourselves. Camwhored a lot. Just like the one below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/St8YWQYt0oI/AAAAAAAAAWs/6U-Qogw-qVs/s400/DSC01679.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395057649247965826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;The beautiful &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;girls&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also, decided to go and explore Langkawi on our own, thus rented a car. Of course, since it is manual, I became the designated driver. Used this car to go shopping and find food in town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/St8mygd1d3I/AAAAAAAAAW8/TRHHptxldig/s400/DSC01708.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395073527763531634" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Iswara that we rented&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;We wanted to go up using the cable car as well, but after reaching there early in the morning and waiting for like and hour, the counter person told us that the platform is closed because it was too cloudy up there. So, we decided not to go. Instead, played around with the deers, rabbits and monkeys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/St8YVmH7gKI/AAAAAAAAAWc/r2BF_zGpBh0/s1600-h/DSC01846.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/St8YVmH7gKI/AAAAAAAAAWc/r2BF_zGpBh0/s400/DSC01846.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395057637903270050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aaron thinking in his head "How shall we cook you today? Black pepper or with ginger?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/St8Wu3MnH4I/AAAAAAAAAVU/9sz6nCHlVW0/s400/DSC01870.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395055872959782786" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Aaron thinking in his head "How shall we cook you today? Stew or braised?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Ok, just kidding. Aaron don't eat these cute animals....I think. I do. At least eaten deer before&lt;i&gt; la.&lt;/i&gt;Rabbit never (yet). Although that thought never occured to me when I was feeding the deer and rabbit. Damn &lt;i&gt;geli &lt;/i&gt;eh when the deers lick and eat the food from your hand. It was a first for me though, so consider worth it driving all the way there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Our last stop was at Telaga Tujuh waterfall. VERY BEAUTIFUL! Seriously. One of the nicer pictures below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/St8WvFn-tsI/AAAAAAAAAVc/r1GMZF2YPZE/s1600-h/DSC01894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/St8WvFn-tsI/AAAAAAAAAVc/r1GMZF2YPZE/s400/DSC01894.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395055876832671426" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not forgetting the happy shoppers who got great discounts and prices on their Nike jacket and shoes. Seriously didn't know Nike and Adidas there cheaper as well. Another reason to go Langkawi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/St8my_RZj6I/AAAAAAAAAXE/ttzAoe7HvhI/s400/DSC01724.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395073536032870306" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, this was just some of it. Pictures of food, the camwhore pictures, driving around Langkawi, shopping for chocolates, other activities and all can be seen at my Facebook. Lazy to upload them all over again. Of course, this was not all that we did, but then to go into detail would be too much of a hard work for me. I prefer to let the pictures do the talking. So see the pictures yourself over &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=127139&amp;amp;id=725442270"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;HERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2606357881611884068-2008643736168437360?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/2008643736168437360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=2008643736168437360' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/2008643736168437360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/2008643736168437360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/10/langkawi-trip.html' title='Langkawi Trip'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/St8j1zXBOoI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ZE3IRR68KGg/s72-c/DSC01382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-1624508905499274547</id><published>2009-10-15T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T21:14:57.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye~</title><content type='html'>Off to Langkawi~ &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully will have a nice time there. See you all on Monday I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-1624508905499274547?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/1624508905499274547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=1624508905499274547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/1624508905499274547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/1624508905499274547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/10/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye~'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-2517599727856389844</id><published>2009-10-10T21:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:57:47.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>A story of a girl who wanted to blog...</title><content type='html'>This is a story, a real story, of a girl wanted to blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So she created her blog. She wrote her 1st post and published it. The next day she wanted to visit her blog again... BUT SHE FORGET HER URL... and even her password for blogger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She typed in the keywords to her post and Googled it, to no avail. So she re-typed one whole paragraph of her post in the search box but still couldn't locate back her blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So she created a new blog with a new URL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the story of a girl. I am not going to say who this girl is. But she is a girl, my coursemate, and Chinese. She is also not Ng Li Li. Those of you who wants to visit her blog, this is her new url --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.herecomesmeifang.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.herecomesmeifang.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. If you still do not know who this girl is, you can all go kill yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-2517599727856389844?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/2517599727856389844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=2517599727856389844' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/2517599727856389844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/2517599727856389844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/10/story-of-girl-who-wanted-to-blog.html' title='A story of a girl who wanted to blog...'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-3587344517582499971</id><published>2009-10-08T08:31:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T09:41:29.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>The encounter. I wish this was just a dream.</title><content type='html'>It was 11.50pm yesterday night. I was tired and sleepy, slowly getting ready for bed, shutting down my laptop. As the screen of my laptop goes off, I looked into the mirror of my dressing table, which happens to be where my laptop rests on. And there he was, standing beside the window, waiting for me to realize his presence. My nemesis, my mortal enemy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I quickly turned around and faced him. His eyes becoming more sharp and intense now that he knows that I am aware of his presence. My heart raced, making me aware of each slight movement he made, every twitch, every movement of muscle which even he might not have realized. I have always passed by him and his friends back in UTP, but I didn't know he would follow me all the way back here. And here I am, faced to faced with him again after so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I scouted the area in search of his friends, but it seems he came alone. A slight relief came about knowing the fact that I will only need to deal with him and him alone. My mind raced, thinking of any objects that I could use as weapons if it comes down to it. The best I could do, and did, was to rush out of my room without taking my eyes of him from my back. He didn't follow me. I grabbed a long stick, with the intent of facing him. It was the best I could find in such a short amount of time. I slowly walked back.... and there he was, in the exact same position I first saw him moments ago. He became more wary of me, slowly backing up a little bit. I know what I have in my hand was just for show and to scare him off, hopefully without any tragedy occurring before that. After a few seconds of us staring at each other, which felt like a lifetime for me, he become braver. I know he could smell fear in me, with me dripping in sweat now. He waited for me to make the first move, but I know I dared not. I even thought of going in the hallway and calling for help, but I knew people would just brush me off, thinking that I was making some joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was then that I recalled what I used to do, way back when I was a little child, whenever I see him. Yes, he has been with me a long time....longer than I wished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I backed up once more, leaving the stick on floor. Indicating to him I do not want any confrontation this time around. I ran out from my place, running towards the elevator. I keep looking back anticipating for him to follow me, but no signs of him were present outside of my room. As soon as the doors of the elevator opened, I quickly stepped in, feeling more secure in that confined place. However weird that may sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the shop which was as the ground floor of my condo. Relief poured in when I was another human, whichever country they may be from (okay, sorry for the mean joke). It search for that item which I used back at Kuching, praying that it was sold there as well. The moment I laid eyes on it, I know I was saved. I took it in my hands and paid the cashier, never letting go of it. I was blinded with the feeling of security. But I know, it was far from over. I went back up, hoping to encounter him for the last time, for tonight at least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I opened the door of my room, hoping he went away without leaving any trace that he was there in the first place. He was still there. The slight creek from the door made him aware of me once more. He was waiting for me. It seems he got comfortable in my room, pacing around waiting for me to return. I have always wondered if he could read my thoughts. Never have I had this feeling with anyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moment he realized that I was holding &lt;i&gt;it, &lt;/i&gt;he stepped back. As fearful as I was of him, he was even more scared of me now. My heart raced at the thought of doing what I was going to do. I took and step forward, and he took one back. Another step forward...and he backed up a few more. I raised it near to him before he could escape, and showered him with it. He knew it was too late for him, but he tried to run, to no avail. I will not let him go away this time, not like all the times back in my university. He came all the way to find me, and I knew it had to stop here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The final few seconds of him life, watching him struggling, never brought any pain to me. As terrible as it may sound, he has been in my life longer than I like. But I know, he will be back. He never really dies. That old friend of mine, that will always haunt me. That dead cockroach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Ss0-lkyOepI/AAAAAAAAAUs/enze-Sjm5kQ/s1600-h/dead-cockroach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Ss0-lkyOepI/AAAAAAAAAUs/enze-Sjm5kQ/s400/dead-cockroach.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390033144282774162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My nemesis, my mortal enemy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now that I have it once more, I do not need to be afraid, not at least as afraid as I was. All thanks to you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Ss0-lPKA7zI/AAAAAAAAAUk/sYeFgdZnGrM/s1600-h/ridsect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 105px; height: 361px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Ss0-lPKA7zI/AAAAAAAAAUk/sYeFgdZnGrM/s400/ridsect.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390033138476969778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ridsect Cockroach Killer!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 5 months then only see it again. Hoping it will be another 5 months before I see it once more. Damn I better close my windows next time. 11th floor also can come up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: will blog about Jia Haur's bday when I get the pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-3587344517582499971?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/3587344517582499971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=3587344517582499971' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/3587344517582499971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/3587344517582499971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/10/encounter-i-wish-this-was-just-dream.html' title='The encounter. I wish this was just a dream.'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Ss0-lkyOepI/AAAAAAAAAUs/enze-Sjm5kQ/s72-c/dead-cockroach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-3375822315285392458</id><published>2009-10-01T21:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:24:59.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KL'/><title type='text'>Pasar Malam at Sri Rampai</title><content type='html'>Had a great weekend last week, had some catch up and laugh with some friends who came back for Raya break. Had one at Midvalley which Fang Xuan blogged about &lt;a href="http://stillfxuan.blogspot.com/2009/09/selamat-hari-raya.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; (which was before I went back to Kuching) and another one after I came back, in which Hooi Yee blogged about it &lt;a href="http://khooiyee.blogspot.com/2009/09/kl-outing-part-i.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://khooiyee.blogspot.com/2009/09/kl-outing-part-ii.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Wouldn't want to repeat the same story twice, so just go there to read about it. Barney also came a couple of times, but unfortunately didn't take any pictures since I don't have any cam. Seems Barney is starting to like BRJ's nasi lemak ayam already.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, haven't gone to the Pasar Malam in Sri Rampai in a while already. The first and last time we went there was around 3-4 months ago when Hooi Yee introduced us all there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately didn't took picture of the environment there, as there were too many people all crushing each other trying to squeeze through. Well. maybe not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; crowded, but you get the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, had fun looking at all the food available. Tempted to buy them all, but surely can't finish it later. Seriously got a lot of things and FOOD there. Well, these are some that we (me, Jia Haur and Bong) bought:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SsS2Uo50izI/AAAAAAAAAUc/EdlRGxtriVQ/s1600-h/DSC00880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SsS2Uo50izI/AAAAAAAAAUc/EdlRGxtriVQ/s400/DSC00880.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387631519935531826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jia Haur's Cheese Cake and Pandan Cake&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SsS2UMoBfuI/AAAAAAAAAUU/cOUEQNpH-vQ/s1600-h/DSC00879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SsS2UMoBfuI/AAAAAAAAAUU/cOUEQNpH-vQ/s400/DSC00879.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387631512344690402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My own Mango, Blueberry and Chocolate Cheese cake.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Planning to eat it slowly tomorrow and during the weekend =)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SsS2TkPMKrI/AAAAAAAAAUM/0UjonhUQ72Q/s1600-h/DSC00878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SsS2TkPMKrI/AAAAAAAAAUM/0UjonhUQ72Q/s400/DSC00878.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387631501503113906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Erm, let me see if I remember this. Taiwan Popiah Vege Seaweed Salad Roll? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can't really remember, but it's something like that. Really nice.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SsS1vvYqiOI/AAAAAAAAAUE/LtCG9KRSiiw/s1600-h/DSC00877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SsS1vvYqiOI/AAAAAAAAAUE/LtCG9KRSiiw/s400/DSC00877.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387630886020352226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mat Tou Yau. Sweet but refreshing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SsS1u2dltAI/AAAAAAAAAT0/CYljdtimqfU/s1600-h/DSC00875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SsS1u2dltAI/AAAAAAAAAT0/CYljdtimqfU/s400/DSC00875.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387630870740186114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bong's fried popiah and steamed dumpling&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SsS1uNy8U5I/AAAAAAAAATk/i74BmeJzIxM/s1600-h/DSC00872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SsS1uNy8U5I/AAAAAAAAATk/i74BmeJzIxM/s400/DSC00872.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387630859823895442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My favourite Takoyaki. Octopus inside.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After walking around buying food, found a place to eat and order more food from that stall. All in all, a very filling dinner again. Got a few more food which I didn't took picture though. Even Jia Haur and Bong both &lt;i&gt;tapao&lt;/i&gt; their food since even they cannot finish it all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;FULL~ And I ask myself why can't I lose weight....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-3375822315285392458?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/3375822315285392458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=3375822315285392458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/3375822315285392458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/3375822315285392458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/10/pasar-malam-at-sri-rampai.html' title='Pasar Malam at Sri Rampai'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SsS2Uo50izI/AAAAAAAAAUc/EdlRGxtriVQ/s72-c/DSC00880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-9082247336964294588</id><published>2009-09-24T02:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T02:37:40.407+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KL'/><title type='text'>KL --&gt; Kuching --&gt; KL</title><content type='html'>Back to Kuching after 9 months away. Remembered the serenity that this place gives me, and how much I missed this feeling. Much more peaceful compared to the chaos in KL.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roll back a few days. Saturday night was spent with some friends from UTP who came down to KL. Missed my friends in UTP a lot, after such a long time not seeing them. Thats the worse part about intern, missing your friends who are far away. Most of them will go intern after I'm back to UTP, since they are engineering, so will not be meeting them again for some time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met up at Midvalley and watched "Where Got Ghost", the Singaporean movie. Peow recommended to me. Even though really funny, didn't expect it to be scary (at certain parts) as well. Played the ever famous 'I never...' during lunch and of course the card game which I personally call 'King'. Dont know what others call it though. We all had some good laugh and fun, and maybe some people were just unlucky to have saliva all over them....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back over in Kuching, since I only have 5 days here, decided to spend more time with my family. Went and watched 'the Ugly Truth' yesterday with Xiang Qing, Herman and Fitri. Quite true, how &lt;b&gt;most&lt;/b&gt; girls have their so called 'checklist' and guys who are &lt;b&gt;mostly&lt;/b&gt; simple and look for looks only. Please note the bolded words as I would not like to offend some who thinks that they are above the rest. That would include me as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Might be going around visiting tomorrow, so we'll see how things goes. I'm just glad to be back here after so long. Wished my holidays were longer. Not enough time to do all that I wanted to, but I guess I know what is important to me now, when thrown into a situation with such limited time. Going to go back this Friday afternoon, which is less than 36 hours away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Might be meeting some of you all this Sunday when I'm back in KL, hopefully. So wish it works out and were able catch up on things missed. For the rest who are in KL, do join in. Take care and see you all soon, hopefully before we graduate =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-9082247336964294588?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/9082247336964294588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=9082247336964294588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/9082247336964294588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/9082247336964294588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-to-kuching-after-9-months-away.html' title='KL --&gt; Kuching --&gt; KL'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-6468059274722098526</id><published>2009-09-13T00:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T02:29:46.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Pulau Ketam Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Went Pulau Ketam with my Jia Haur and Bong last weekend (5-6 September). It was another random trip I guess. Drove all the way to Port Klang and took a 50-minute ferry ride there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SqvQd2xtB8I/AAAAAAAAASU/KZlNnAoKoL4/s1600-h/DSC00583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SqvQd2xtB8I/AAAAAAAAASU/KZlNnAoKoL4/s400/DSC00583.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380623391162959810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;First time driving long distance in Peninsular&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SqvQed3tq6I/AAAAAAAAASc/I8Aq4OyQOms/s1600-h/DSC00606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SqvQed3tq6I/AAAAAAAAASc/I8Aq4OyQOms/s400/DSC00606.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380623401657150370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reached Pulau Ketam after the ferry ride&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wasn't exactly what I expected. I was kind of expecting the island to have beaches and all. However it was actually a fishing village. It was really an experience for me, since this is my first time in such a place. It's seriously a village and is like a Malaysian kampung version of Venice. The only way to travel is by bicycle and it seems everyone has one. It's not that big a place actually, so you can walk if you choose to. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pathway or roads are quite narrow actually, and its all on stilts, so all around you is seawater. Better walk carefully there, don't want to fall off and plunge yourself into the sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Checked into our rooms and rented bicycles to ride around town. Been a long time since I rode a bicycle. Almost seems scary as the roads were narrow and both sides of the road were sea water below. Enjoyed it though (^-^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the night....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SqvQe7bu6uI/AAAAAAAAASk/PnEfPjo-42E/s1600-h/DSC00629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SqvQe7bu6uI/AAAAAAAAASk/PnEfPjo-42E/s400/DSC00629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380623409592855266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Great seafood for dinner, especially the crab and fish (cheap also!).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After dinner went cycling around town at night, even went to see the school there. Then went to the jetty and hang out there. See kids hanging around there mostly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SqvZ7OjWMGI/AAAAAAAAATc/FdZvazxXgTA/s1600-h/DSC00658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SqvZ7OjWMGI/AAAAAAAAATc/FdZvazxXgTA/s400/DSC00658.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380633791366049890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jia Haur, Bong and me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next morning...we woke up to catch the sunrise at the jetty. It seems that it was raining the while night while we were asleep, and in the morning the road was flooded. A little mistake would get you swept into the sea. Decided to go back to sleep (YES!). &lt;i&gt;Reminds me of that one episode of Family Outing where the family members got back to sleep after waking up to a heavy rain and they couldn't perform their morning chores. Lol.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SqvQgJIIo3I/AAAAAAAAAS0/PsD9KsRWyQo/s1600-h/DSC00667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SqvQgJIIo3I/AAAAAAAAAS0/PsD9KsRWyQo/s400/DSC00667.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380623430448620402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The flooded road and seawater all over it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SqvQ27FKZOI/AAAAAAAAAS8/LAlrYIycZjc/s400/DSC00687.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380623821815047394" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;'O-chien' for breakfast (if that is how you spell it)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SqvZ6hyCCHI/AAAAAAAAATU/cXXRnSw2lrc/s1600-h/DSC00711.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SqvZ6hyCCHI/AAAAAAAAATU/cXXRnSw2lrc/s400/DSC00711.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380633779348047986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Taking pictures before leaving&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SqvQ3UxzTTI/AAAAAAAAATE/wlv1xJ4Y-Os/s1600-h/DSC00735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SqvQ3UxzTTI/AAAAAAAAATE/wlv1xJ4Y-Os/s400/DSC00735.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380623828713164082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One of our last picture in Pulau Ketam&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SqvQ3xHoZyI/AAAAAAAAATM/Qsqo-Z47CBs/s1600-h/DSC00743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SqvQ3xHoZyI/AAAAAAAAATM/Qsqo-Z47CBs/s400/DSC00743.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380623836320917282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Owh ya, stopped for Bak Kut Teh at Klang on the way back (Nice!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: The whole trip only cost us around RM100 each, inclusive of everything. Freakin' cheap considering the food that we ate =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-6468059274722098526?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/6468059274722098526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=6468059274722098526' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/6468059274722098526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/6468059274722098526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/09/pulau-ketam-trip.html' title='Pulau Ketam Trip'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SqvQd2xtB8I/AAAAAAAAASU/KZlNnAoKoL4/s72-c/DSC00583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-1154439491761616966</id><published>2009-09-02T23:04:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T23:56:40.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Will the REAL Jason Anderson Please Stand Up!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I got an E-mail from Twitter a couple of days ago, with the title:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Jason Anderson is now following you on Twitter"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I noticed something was strange...then I realised....I'M JASON ANDERSON!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went to Twitter and checked. It seems another Jason Anderson from God knows where decided to add all the Jason Anderson's he could find. There's the guy's profile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Sp6MCZPxocI/AAAAAAAAAR8/XwE-aN6wf7k/s400/jason+anderson.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 369px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376888977891631554" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Are you Jason Anderson? If so please stand up. Seriously dude, stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well at first he only followed around 15  Jason Anderson's if I'm not mistaken, but within a day he managed to increase the number to 174. Unfortunately I cant say much about the number of people interested based on his followers. I'm not one myself (yet).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so all the Jason Anderson's started chatting with each other...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We even said Good Night to each other~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Sp6QRtwt-AI/AAAAAAAAASM/O1yoN-H8of4/s400/jason2.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 67px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376893639143061506" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If he is able to increase the number of Followers by 100% a day, as in 10 Jason Anderson's for the 1st day, 20 for the 2nd, 40 on 3rd and so on, by the 30th day, there will be 5,368,709,120 Jason Anderson's in his list! (Correct me if I'm mistaken, haven't done maths in some time.) We can even make a society or clan, spreading our teachings of Jason Andersons' worldwide! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, maybe that won't happen. But still, never occurred to me that someone would actually do this. I'm not sure, maybe there are other Ng's or Ahmad's or John's doing the same, which the rest of us who isn't in their society, know about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, Good luck to that Jason Anderson and I'll most probably follow you after this just for the fun of it (and maybe be accepted in that society of ours as well).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2606357881611884068-1154439491761616966?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/1154439491761616966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=1154439491761616966' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/1154439491761616966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/1154439491761616966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/09/will-real-jason-anderson-please-stand.html' title='Will the REAL Jason Anderson Please Stand Up!!!'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Sp6MCZPxocI/AAAAAAAAAR8/XwE-aN6wf7k/s72-c/jason+anderson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-1503966850144373146</id><published>2009-09-01T09:53:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T10:25:47.028+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E-mails'/><title type='text'>Of Decisions in Life. Tribute to Leo Velski Julian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To begin this post, would just like to inform that no, I'm not going blog bout my Merdeka celebration, as got nothing much to blog about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Instead, I read something that I would like to share with all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#0000FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:Tahoma;font-size:12.0pt;color:blue;"&gt;A group of children were playing near two railway tracks, one still in use while the other disused.&lt;br /&gt;Only one child played on the disused track, the  rest on the operational track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train is coming, and you are just beside the track interchange.&lt;br /&gt;You can make the train change its course to the disused track and save most of the kids.&lt;br /&gt;However, that would also mean the lone child playing by the disused track would be sacrificed.&lt;br /&gt;Or would you rather let the train go its way? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:Tahoma;font-size:12.0pt;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;   color:blue;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SpzNNtv62LI/AAAAAAAAAR0/E7dfFIZmhZM/s400/decision.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 193px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376397690676107442" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;   color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let's take a pause to think what kind of decision we could make................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;   color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#0000FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:Tahoma;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Most people might choose to divert the course of the train, and sacrifice only one child.&lt;br /&gt;You might think the same way, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Exactly, to save most of the children at the expense of only one child was rational decision most people would make, morally and emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;But, have you ever thought that the child choosing to play on the disused track had in fact made the right decision to play at a safe place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, he had to be sacrificed because of his ignorant friends who chose to play where the danger was. &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of dilemma happens around us everyday.&lt;br /&gt;In the office, community, in politics and especially in a democratic society, the minority is often sacrificed for the interest of the majority, no matter how foolish or ignorant the majority are, and how farsighted and knowledgeable the minority are.&lt;br /&gt;The child who chose not to play with the rest on the operational track was sidelined.&lt;br /&gt;And in the case he was sacrificed, no one would shed a tear for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great critic Leo Velski Julian who told the story said he would not try to change the course of the train because he believed that the kids playing on the operational track should have known very well that track was still in use, and that they should have run away if they heard the train's sirens...&lt;br /&gt;If the train was diverted, that lone child would definitely die because he never thought the train could come over to that track!&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, that track was not in use probably because it was not safe.&lt;br /&gt;If the train was diverted to the track, we could put the lives of all passengers on board at stake!&lt;br /&gt;And in your attempt to save a few kids by sacrificing one child, you might end up sacrificing hundreds of people to save these few kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we are all aware that life is full of tough decisions that need to be made, we may not realize that hasty decisions may not always be the right one. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Remember that what's right isn't always popular... and what's popular isn't always right.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody makes mistakes; that's why they put erasers on pencils. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s: will continue blogging bout my life when something interesting happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-1503966850144373146?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/1503966850144373146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=1503966850144373146' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/1503966850144373146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/1503966850144373146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-decisions-in-life-and-not-my-merdeka.html' title='Of Decisions in Life. Tribute to Leo Velski Julian'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SpzNNtv62LI/AAAAAAAAAR0/E7dfFIZmhZM/s72-c/decision.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-7965972392104737397</id><published>2009-08-27T11:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:55:43.735+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>So I'm not Patriotic. So what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Malaysia’s Independence Day is coming again, 31&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; August. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not really feeling anything on Independence Day this year, or any other previous Independence Days I had. For me it is just another holiday and excuse for me to have some fun.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have never had that feeling of patriotism instilled in me. But bear this in mind, I do LOVE my country, I just don’t like how it is currently run. So when the same government has been ruling the country ever since its independence until now, the government becomes synonymous with the country. For a crude and shallow thinking person like me that is.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1Malaysia is a nice catch phrase, but how far will it go? Since I’m a pessimistic person when it comes to the future of my country, which the environment around me has turned me into, I believe that catch phrase will always be a what it is, a catch phrase. Then again I am being pessimistic.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After SPM my view of Malaysia changed drastically. To see good students not getting what they deserve just because the color of their skin just pisses me off. How dare the government say that we are unpatriotic when we migrate to another country when they did not treat us fairly in the first place. You reap what u sow, bastards.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After coming to UTP, the boundary that separates us just keeps getting bigger. Most of my friends are now Chinese and Indians.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have a lot Malay friends that I still hold close to me, but the government keeps saying things that heightens and reminds us of the differences between us to gain the majority of Malay votes and comes up with 1Malaysia to gain the rest of the votes from Non-Malays. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After 52 years or unfair treatment, and still the equity of Malays are not increasing MAYBE, just MAYBE, something is wrong somewhere.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let me propose something here. Why don’t we help all that are unfortunate regardless of their race. Let’s give help to those to deserve it regardless of the color of their skin, instead of allocating based on quota. If indeed there are more Malays that are underprivileged, then there will be more of them that will get the help that they deserve. Compare it to the current system that allocates more help to Malays and ending up helping those rich Malays that does not deserve it. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In Malaysia, Indonesians can easily get Bumiputera status. Some Muslim friends of mine whose parents are not Malaysians but are Muslims easily got Bumiputera status. But the Chinese and Indians who have been in this country for over 50 years are still considered immigrants. Why?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe I’m just not patriotic enough to begin with. Maybe we should just be stay and be loyal to the country that does not treat us fair and signifies us as ‘immigrants’ even after 52 years of independence. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After 52 years of independence and we’re still being considered as immigrants, how can I rejoice in claiming to be a Malaysian. But then again, that’s just me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-7965972392104737397?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/7965972392104737397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=7965972392104737397' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/7965972392104737397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/7965972392104737397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-im-not-patriotic-so-what.html' title='So I&apos;m not Patriotic. So what?'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-1870780172082744302</id><published>2009-08-23T00:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:32:54.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>You know your mother wants a grandchild when she gives you a shirt like this...</title><content type='html'>Was having dinner at KFC last Saturday when I realized that my friend was wearing this shirt...with kiwi bird pictures on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SpAb5a7CYTI/AAAAAAAAAQk/HA4D-ljHQ10/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SpAb5a7CYTI/AAAAAAAAAQk/HA4D-ljHQ10/s400/DSC00013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372825028746436914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can you name me all the positions?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't realize what the actions of the kiwi birds are until I looked closely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems my friend didn't realize that the kiwi birds on his shirt were actually performing some &lt;i&gt;show&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Even more troubling was that the shirt was given to him by his MOTHER!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mother is seriously implying something here. Either that or she didn't realize it as well when she bought it for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously though, this is a very nice way to tell your son something, doesn't it? LOL.  Hope my mother doesn't give me one of these shirts -__-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again, who know's, your son might even get laid because of this shirt =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-1870780172082744302?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/1870780172082744302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=1870780172082744302' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/1870780172082744302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/1870780172082744302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-know-your-mother-wants-grandchild.html' title='You know your mother wants a grandchild when she gives you a shirt like this...'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SpAb5a7CYTI/AAAAAAAAAQk/HA4D-ljHQ10/s72-c/DSC00013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-4357443290264476404</id><published>2009-08-16T09:16:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T16:45:45.129+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concerts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MTV World Stage'/><title type='text'>MTV World Stage! AWESOME!</title><content type='html'>THANK YOU MTV for the 4 free passes to MTVWS! Damn it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chronological events for the day~&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Amanda for lunch at KLCC first. Almost got free lunch for us as Nandos, when the paid bill with the change came but neither of us paid. We were hoping that some kind Samaritan paid for us, but it just seemed that they gave the bill and change at the wrong table. Maybe we should have just kept quiet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, went to Sunway after that. She got Mosh Pit tickets, so went in earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met up with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/jming88.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jin Ming&lt;/a&gt; and Peow afterwards.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Sok3qeQNMwI/AAAAAAAAAPk/0TFO6s0_Nog/s400/5.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370885233431098114" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Roomates&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then came Jean, while eating at Pancake House&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Suraya and Sebrina for a few minutes before entering as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the kick-off begins! (First and foremost, must thank Jin Ming for bringing his cam and congratulations on sneaking it in into the concert.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boys Like Girls &lt;/b&gt;started things of beautifully. Pumped us up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then came &lt;b&gt;Raygun&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Sok_LFrU16I/AAAAAAAAAQU/XyS74wVnngw/s1600-h/Raygun+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Sok_LFrU16I/AAAAAAAAAQU/XyS74wVnngw/s400/Raygun+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370893490351036322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And &lt;b&gt; Pixie Lott&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Sok_ckoOFVI/AAAAAAAAAQc/DNX3KLiV45E/s1600-h/Pixie+lott+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Sok_ckoOFVI/AAAAAAAAAQc/DNX3KLiV45E/s400/Pixie+lott+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370893790717285714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoobastank&lt;/b&gt;!!! Great performance from them~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Personally, I felt it was the best performance throughout the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Sok2mwjxk_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/SxvUVjkPZcU/s400/hob2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370884070113907698" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Sok4O0KbS7I/AAAAAAAAAQE/oudPgC6OgZk/s1600-h/hoobastank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Sok4O0KbS7I/AAAAAAAAAQE/oudPgC6OgZk/s400/hoobastank.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370885857787726770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, &lt;b&gt;All American Rejects&lt;/b&gt; brought the house down. Definitely! (Waiting for AAR pictures from Jean. Jin Ming's cam went flat after Hoobastank)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was too thirsty by the time AAR finished. Had to leave with half of the crowd. Sorry &lt;b&gt;Estranged&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Kasabian&lt;/b&gt; T_T"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Peow and Jin Ming ended up sleeping over at my place that night.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, seriously enjoyed! Reminds me of Rainforest World Music Festival. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some of the pictures we took during the concert =)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Sok4Oqpe0kI/AAAAAAAAAP8/_xyqp5T_JtY/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 383px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Sok4Oqpe0kI/AAAAAAAAAP8/_xyqp5T_JtY/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370885855233626690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jin Ming = Superman (among many other identities)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Sok4PMeT70I/AAAAAAAAAQM/lJwVrUeaESI/s400/1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370885864313581378" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;here comes Jean =&gt; Little Miss Late&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Sok4OIp5J9I/AAAAAAAAAP0/dGXzqUkfUOs/s400/3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370885846108547026" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Peow, me, and Jean&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Sok4N6hcQVI/AAAAAAAAAPs/M9g8I99CgS0/s400/2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370885842315002194" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Resting during the break&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-4357443290264476404?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/4357443290264476404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=4357443290264476404' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/4357443290264476404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/4357443290264476404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/08/mtv-world-stage-awesome.html' title='MTV World Stage! AWESOME!'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Sok3qeQNMwI/AAAAAAAAAPk/0TFO6s0_Nog/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-898945933284405424</id><published>2009-08-11T14:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:04:07.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E-mails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>The 3 stupid stages in life</title><content type='html'>We have 3 stupid stages in life........... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teen age: &lt;br /&gt;Have Time + Energy ...but No Money &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working Age: &lt;br /&gt;Have Money + Energy ...but No Time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old age: &lt;br /&gt;Have Time + Money ...but no Energy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being an intern for 2 months already, completely agree with the statements made above. However, interns have it even worse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Intern age:&lt;br /&gt;Have Energy + No Money + No Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAYA go where???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-898945933284405424?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/898945933284405424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=898945933284405424' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/898945933284405424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/898945933284405424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-have-3-stupid-stages-in-life.html' title='The 3 stupid stages in life'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-2683703035879516315</id><published>2009-08-06T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:55:43.735+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just wanted to say this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY JOB!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-2683703035879516315?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/2683703035879516315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=2683703035879516315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/2683703035879516315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/2683703035879516315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-wanted-to-say-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-2724292562943185616</id><published>2009-08-02T03:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:33:54.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KL'/><title type='text'>RanDoM 2 + PC Fair</title><content type='html'>It's 3am in the morning and I can't sleep. I realized my blogging mood comes to me during these kind of hours. Seriously though, life's been dull. Nothing much to blog about these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't able to go Redang and get my scuba license with Jin Ming, Peow, Aaron and Philip due to the quarantine imposed on UTP, thus shortening the Raya break. Since I'm interning, and it's a busy period here, couldn't get holiday the holiday I needed. Sad =(  Owh well, will go next time with some other people next time then. At least can get their input on how it will be like and be more prepared when I'm going (if I ever get the chance that is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is tiring, but interesting. At least on my part. The only bad side to it is that I have to get up around 6.15am every morning. But once I get over that part, the rest is easy. Having a hot colleague during this audit period would help a lot in getting me to wake up in the morning, but you can't ask for everything right. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to PC Fair last Friday during the 2 hours lunch break. Luckily is in KLCC, dont need to walk so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Haur's got his Celcom broadband already (during PC Fair), so for those of you who missed him, he'll start using his broadband this Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got myself another pendrive as well at PC Fair. 4gb for RM29. Hope I got it at a good price. Simply chose one and bought it. Quite lazy to look around as there were too many people in there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people dressed up in cute outfits and game characters were quite a sight also. @.@  Didn't get to take pictures of them as I will only be using my hp cam while others were using their DSLR to take their pictures. Malu nyer... Better keep my phone inside and google the pictures taken using the DSLR later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh ya, Bong will be moving to Wangsa Maju area as well. As least that was what he said. "No man is and island" like they say. Wish him all the best in finding a place here, since he rented out his room ady -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That all the updates for now. Sorry for the random topics, if I do find an interesting topic, wil surely keep it in mind for the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-2724292562943185616?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/2724292562943185616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=2724292562943185616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/2724292562943185616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/2724292562943185616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-2-pc-fair.html' title='RanDoM 2 + PC Fair'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-6848646203440511599</id><published>2009-08-01T13:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:49:10.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E-mails'/><title type='text'>RanDoM</title><content type='html'>Wow, its been a long time since I updated my blog. Been quite busy with work these days unfortunately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to share some pictures that was emailed to me by a friend. Chosen a few of my favourites. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of his 3D chalk works on the sidewalk. Wish I could draw like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very talented artist. Enjoy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SnPWH_8MPvI/AAAAAAAAAOk/P4eYoEfYBdE/s1600-h/ATT00079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SnPWH_8MPvI/AAAAAAAAAOk/P4eYoEfYBdE/s400/ATT00079.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364867014039715570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SnPWHbxFdwI/AAAAAAAAAOc/MuvkIc_Xp0c/s1600-h/ATT00067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SnPWHbxFdwI/AAAAAAAAAOc/MuvkIc_Xp0c/s400/ATT00067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364867004329457410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SnPVxgTr4SI/AAAAAAAAAOU/1zSGG5CGVtU/s1600-h/ATT00055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SnPVxgTr4SI/AAAAAAAAAOU/1zSGG5CGVtU/s400/ATT00055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364866627591201058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SnPVxZ5817I/AAAAAAAAAOM/NyOhCjLP7ew/s1600-h/ATT00049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SnPVxZ5817I/AAAAAAAAAOM/NyOhCjLP7ew/s400/ATT00049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364866625872648114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SnPVxGSAZHI/AAAAAAAAAOE/QOkebmvwRYE/s1600-h/ATT00046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SnPVxGSAZHI/AAAAAAAAAOE/QOkebmvwRYE/s400/ATT00046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364866620604834930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SnPVw3WqFyI/AAAAAAAAAN8/2SRNT9XJbzg/s1600-h/ATT00037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SnPVw3WqFyI/AAAAAAAAAN8/2SRNT9XJbzg/s400/ATT00037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364866616597813026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SnPVwuwqEAI/AAAAAAAAAN0/My3pFO0H1k4/s1600-h/ATT00034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SnPVwuwqEAI/AAAAAAAAAN0/My3pFO0H1k4/s400/ATT00034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364866614290944002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-6848646203440511599?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/6848646203440511599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=6848646203440511599' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/6848646203440511599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/6848646203440511599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/08/wow-its-been-long-time-since-i-updated.html' title='RanDoM'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SnPWH_8MPvI/AAAAAAAAAOk/P4eYoEfYBdE/s72-c/ATT00079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-7879007531991771861</id><published>2009-07-14T19:15:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:17:25.306+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Holiday Help!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm torn in between going to Mount KK or getting my diving license for my nxt holiday. Jin Ming wants to get diving license, while Jia Haur thinks that going Mount KK is a better experience. Not even sure if either one happens but I just want to know what you all think. So help me out here and fill in the simple poll. Thanks alot =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Sparklit HTML Code --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FORM NAME=Choices21546 ACTION="http://multivote.sparklit.com/poll.spark?multiPollID=21546"  METHOD="POST"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE=hidden NAME=ID VALUE="21546"&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;table ID="DisplayVote21546" border="2" width=450 bgcolor="#F0F0DF" CELLPADDING="5" CELLSPACING="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#CDC477"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="-1" color="#000000" style="font-family: ARIAL,HELVETICA; font-weight: bold"&gt;Holiday Help!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font size="-1" color="#000000" style="font-family: ARIAL,HELVETICA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do for my next holiday?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border=0 style="margin-bottom: 15px"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top style="width:20px;"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="ballot[0]" VALUE="0"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=top&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ARIAL,HELVETICA; color:#000000; font-size:-1;"&gt;Go climb Mount KK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top style="width:20px;"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="ballot[0]" VALUE="1"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=top&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ARIAL,HELVETICA; color:#000000; font-size:-1;"&gt;Go diving and get a diving license!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which activity do you think is more fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border=0 style="margin-bottom: 15px"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top style="width:20px;"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="ballot[1]" VALUE="0"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=top&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ARIAL,HELVETICA; color:#000000; font-size:-1;"&gt;Climbing mount KK and viewing the beautiful scenery from the top~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top style="width:20px;"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="ballot[1]" VALUE="1"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=top&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ARIAL,HELVETICA; color:#000000; font-size:-1;"&gt;Diving and experiencing the underwater world and its mystery 1st hand~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would make you feel more impresses, if someone told you that they had ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border=0 style="margin-bottom: 15px"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top style="width:20px;"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="ballot[2]" VALUE="0"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=top&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ARIAL,HELVETICA; color:#000000; font-size:-1;"&gt;climbed Mount KK before, or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top style="width:20px;"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="ballot[2]" VALUE="1"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=top&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ARIAL,HELVETICA; color:#000000; font-size:-1;"&gt;went diving and got a diving license.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   4. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a guy or a girl? (Don't lie okay. Want to make some comparisons on guys vs. girls opinion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border=0 style="margin-bottom: 15px"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top style="width:20px;"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="ballot[3]" VALUE="0"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=top&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ARIAL,HELVETICA; color:#000000; font-size:-1;"&gt;Guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top style="width:20px;"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="ballot[3]" VALUE="1"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=top&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ARIAL,HELVETICA; color:#000000; font-size:-1;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" ID="submit_pnl_21546"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-1" color="#000000" style="font-family: ARIAL,HELVETICA"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="submit" VALUE="Submit Vote" NAME="submit"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://multivote.sparklit.com/poll.spark/21546"  style="font-family: ARIAL,HELVETICA"&gt;Current Results&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- End Sparklit HTML Code --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the time taken =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-7879007531991771861?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/7879007531991771861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=7879007531991771861' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/7879007531991771861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/7879007531991771861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/07/holiday-help.html' title='Holiday Help!'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-2422780798297469622</id><published>2009-07-08T22:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T03:37:39.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Top 5 questions people ask me as a Chindian (Chinese mix Indian). And their answers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Okay, been thinking of posting this for some time now and was never able to bring myself to do it, due to laziness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;For reference, I look like a Malay, unlike some Chindians (Chinese mix Indians) who sometimes looks like either a Chinese or an Indian. I'm directly smack in the middle. I'm 50% Indian and 50% Chinese, I'm kind of like Kopi Susu.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So the questions are as below...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Question 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What is your name? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(Sometimes will be accompanied by a certain look which bascially means you have to repeat your answer for them to verify what they heard the first time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;***No matter what colour your skin is, this will always be the first question a normal human being would ask you, unless of course there are horns sticking out of ur head and and ur face looks like some kind of monster. You most  probably wont get any questions at all, and instead a loud scream. Now,  I'm not trying make this post lame by giving this as the girst question, but it is very important as it is highly connected to the second question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Answer for Question 1: Jason Anderson Raj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Question 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What race are you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(Also can come be in these forms, among many other variations:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"You are...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Owh, I thought you're a Malay..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, and the most famous one --&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This automatically comes after the first question, and sometimes the person does not even need to ask, they give you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Look --&gt; O_O  , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;which you would come to learn later on that they are trying to be polite and in their heart they are craving to ask the question above. Out of a good gesture, you usually just tell them and ease their heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Answer for Question 2: Indian, but as you can see, I'm mixed, with Chinese. 50-50.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Question 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Can you speak Chinese, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(for crying out loud!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Indian is not a language. Those are people. A whole freakin' race. Lesson 101 in People and Language: Indians are people. Tamil is a language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;***People usually have three ways to reply me once I answered this question, based on who they are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A Chinese person:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; "You really should pick up Chinese, very important these days."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;An Indian : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Shakes head).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.. don't know your own mother tongue" --&gt; says this while looking at me and giving another look which can only be interpreted as '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;lupa daratan punya orang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;', or for those who doesn't understand Malay, referring to me as a person that forgets where his origin is from. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A Malay: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"What a waste...Your parents never taught you? Still young, can go pick it up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Answer for Question 3: No, I don't speak both languages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Question 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What religion are you practicing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(Most people don't ask this question directly after the question pops into their mind, and will instead  find an appropriate time to raise the question)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;***Most people will not dare to ask me this question out of the blue and instead find an appropriate time; usually when food or religious practice topic comes into play. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Most people regard this as a more sensitive issue in Malaysia, and do not want to offend me. I on the other hand don't give a damn and YOU can ask me whatever you want to ask.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Answer for Question 4: I'm a Christian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Question 5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What kind of girl do you like? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;--&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;referring to the girl's race, if the meaning of that question still eludes you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;***By far the most annoying question of them all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. Especially since this question usually creeps up whenever I'm around relatives. My usualy answer would be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"DUNNO....." (with a smirk that means 'I might know it,  but you don't, and thats the way it's meant to be)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. My other typical answer would be that I'm going to marry some white chick far off and I will migrate there. Another famous method for my parents and relatives use to figure out the answer to this question is by asking me whether I have already have a girlfriend or not. Which they will want to know whom it is if I answered 'Yes'. Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Answer for Question 5: Dunno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(smirk).....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;    ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-2422780798297469622?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/2422780798297469622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=2422780798297469622' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/2422780798297469622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/2422780798297469622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/07/top-5-questions-people-ask-me-as.html' title='Top 5 questions people ask me as a Chindian (Chinese mix Indian). And their answers.'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-2499078461460574369</id><published>2009-07-01T16:57:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:04:07.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>My own edited version of a cinema-ad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SkuA3mT6buI/AAAAAAAAANs/cBsGK0SMX74/s1600-h/snsd-sooyoung.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Went to a couple of movies these last few days, including Drag Me to Hell, Transformers and State of Play. What I want to blog about today has nothing to do with these movies, but about one of the most funny and creative advertisement I have ever seen in a cinema. I thought of uploading the whole video clip, but then decided that most of the people reading blogs prefer reading and seeing pictures instead. Leave video clips to YouTube. Now imagine this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A couple having a house party, and having friends over.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Showing them around&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(and so it begins)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Skto6jL4fHI/AAAAAAAAANE/_7uLyhyQGz8/s400/hein2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353487937146748018" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girl showed her friends her room...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Skto6bCr3rI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwtY-yXev8k/s1600-h/hein3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Skto6bCr3rI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwtY-yXev8k/s400/hein3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353487934960688818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the best part of the house... her closet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Skto6ZdeWCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/9Nai-cnE8KI/s1600-h/hein4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Skto6ZdeWCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/9Nai-cnE8KI/s400/hein4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353487934536177698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Look at it!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Skto6BPw0aI/AAAAAAAAAMs/02nIcO4iIOQ/s1600-h/hein5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Skto6BPw0aI/AAAAAAAAAMs/02nIcO4iIOQ/s400/hein5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353487928036217250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the girls go crazy and starts screaming~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SktoVUQXUNI/AAAAAAAAAMk/FsFLBue_fyQ/s1600-h/hein6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SktoVUQXUNI/AAAAAAAAAMk/FsFLBue_fyQ/s400/hein6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353487297483854034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then out of a sudden, they hear the guys from the other room screaming like girls, their voice getting louder and louder. All the girls have their curious look on their face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The guy show his friends &lt;i&gt;HIS &lt;/i&gt;closet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;WACHAAAAA!!! (kung fu sound that I imagined in my head)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SktoVHG4inI/AAAAAAAAAMc/VxKq8t-EJ-g/s1600-h/hein7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SktoVHG4inI/AAAAAAAAAMc/VxKq8t-EJ-g/s400/hein7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353487293954427506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;and just like the girls, all the guys started going crazy seeing the Heineken bottles in the closet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SktoVGmUyBI/AAAAAAAAAMU/gJT6Agkcr_M/s1600-h/hein8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SktoVGmUyBI/AAAAAAAAAMU/gJT6Agkcr_M/s400/hein8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353487293817866258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(still screaming like little girls)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SktoU_gHjYI/AAAAAAAAAMM/q6pqpemt-sg/s1600-h/hein9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SktoU_gHjYI/AAAAAAAAAMM/q6pqpemt-sg/s400/hein9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353487291912785282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just look at their expressions...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SktoUu1DfmI/AAAAAAAAAME/SzwIhJgHxu8/s1600-h/hein10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SktoUu1DfmI/AAAAAAAAAME/SzwIhJgHxu8/s400/hein10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353487287437196898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oooooo0000OOOOOHHHHHH!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SktnkG2PADI/AAAAAAAAAL8/b_mkM9_Vt8U/s1600-h/hein11.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SktnkG2PADI/AAAAAAAAAL8/b_mkM9_Vt8U/s1600-h/hein11.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SktnkG2PADI/AAAAAAAAAL8/b_mkM9_Vt8U/s400/hein11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353486452071006258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Almost crying from joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Sktnj1SMxZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/OfQCGe0_07Y/s1600-h/hein12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Sktnj1SMxZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/OfQCGe0_07Y/s400/hein12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353486447356462482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls looking from far, thinking "What the f*ck..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Sktnb5geNvI/AAAAAAAAALs/XmcZhIEhym4/s1600-h/hein13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Sktnb5geNvI/AAAAAAAAALs/XmcZhIEhym4/s400/hein13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353486311051114226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is where it ends. Look at the words closely. Realise the words "Enjoy Heineken Responsibly"? Nice touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how the ad goes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;                     However...I have my own version based on my experience in UTP.             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls part in the beginning should be the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guys part would look something like this. Imagine guys screaming and jumping when looking at a large computer screen with this playing on it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Sktxh0vrGAI/AAAAAAAAANM/HArY8vw0LI0/s400/snsd-gee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353497407968188418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gee Gee Gee Gee.. Baby Baby Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SktydRj9FLI/AAAAAAAAANU/45Tw76m8IVg/s400/3214681115_8bd06a4c27.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353498429315945650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YOONA!!! (Mine)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Skty90bycSI/AAAAAAAAANk/zB-3xF_0JAw/s1600-h/3217034495_4baaed8151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Skty90bycSI/AAAAAAAAANk/zB-3xF_0JAw/s400/3217034495_4baaed8151.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353498988432748834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peow's Sunshine TaeYon&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Skty9vu-IQI/AAAAAAAAANc/WJBQMdYCFts/s1600-h/3215529554_4411278561.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Skty9vu-IQI/AAAAAAAAANc/WJBQMdYCFts/s400/3215529554_4411278561.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353498987171029250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gin Ming&lt;i&gt; (a.k.a Jin Ming)&lt;/i&gt; 's Tiffany&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SkuA3mT6buI/AAAAAAAAANs/cBsGK0SMX74/s400/snsd-sooyoung.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353514274725195490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eddy's SooYoung&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;hope u get to dream of her tonite on ur bday =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All the guys looking at computer screen and screaming (like girs)~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(with dreamy eye look especially when Yoona and Taeyon comes on) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sigh, getting the dreamy eye once again when I start remembering them. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;p/s:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1) The event above is fictional and only occured in my head (though it was inspired by actual incidents).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2) I was NOT paid by Heineken to do this post. I just love their creativity. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3) I was NOT paid by SNSD to do this post. Guys just love them. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-2499078461460574369?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/2499078461460574369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=2499078461460574369' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/2499078461460574369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/2499078461460574369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/07/went-to-couple-of-movies-these-last-few.html' title='My own edited version of a cinema-ad.'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Skto6jL4fHI/AAAAAAAAANE/_7uLyhyQGz8/s72-c/hein2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-448129210400352016</id><published>2009-06-28T20:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:55:43.736+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>My 21st Birthday~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So for those of you who doesn't know, my birthday was last Friday, 26th June. For the past 20 years of my life, all my birthdays were celebrated back at my hometown Kuching, mostly with my family member and friends back there. This time around, I'm having my internship at KL, so for the 1st time in my life, couldn't go back to celebrate my birthday with my family =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, planned to celebrate with a few of my friends here in KL. Didn't really planned actually, since I'm not really a planner, so just asked a few friends out to watch a movie together. Heck, I know it's my 21st birthday, but I'm not much of popular person and dont really wanna go&lt;br /&gt;clubbing and get wasted on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My few of my friends on the other hand decided to give me a surprise; to which I now wish I wore more clothes when I go to bed next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go to bed early on 25th June (Thursday), since I still have to work the following day. Was REALLY tired after going jogging, and around 9.45pm, went straight to bed. Owh, comfy and soft bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;Events that followed that night&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Time is relative and inaccurate as I was in sleeping mode mostly)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;10.00pm: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11.00pm: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still Sleeping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11.40pm: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends barging into my room and shouting and singing Happy Birthday to me with a cake while I was busy covering myself up with my blanket after I got over the initial shock of seeing my UTP friends in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;11.41pm:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends taking pic of me in my bed while I was looking dazed (and truthfully, amazed and&lt;br /&gt;surprised). No, not gonna post those pics of my half naked here. Sorry, but that is for me to keep. Hopefully one of them doesn't upload it into their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11.43PM:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally leaving my room and telling me to get dressed. Telling me to get up and into the kitchen, birthday cake waiting to be cut. Getting up slowly and still looking very blur. Wore my shirt and went out. Should have arranged my hair and looked into the mirror, but still too dazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;11.45PM:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to out looking like a caveman who just woke up from a deep winter slumber. My friends waiting for me. &lt;i&gt;Wah, really felt touched at this point. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;I'll let the pictures do the talking from here on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352361674014509554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SkdolaEMyfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/IVMfKMe8KRk/s400/DSC00093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;My birthday cake. Tiramisu if not mistaken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352361671136755634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SkdolPWFv7I/AAAAAAAAAJU/9nsFsgVcwF0/s400/DSC00092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Cutting cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My housemates in the background who helped my friends to enter. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Still shy at the back, dont dare join us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352367548194643058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 365px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Skdt7VF4XHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Obxt0WQllCk/s400/DSC00097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Great friends. From left to right:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jia Haur, Hooi Yee, Jing Zhi, Mei Fang, Peow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Realized that none of my friends here are from KL.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Penang, Pangkor, Kuching, Bintulu an Terengganu frens =)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thanks!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352365948198155362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SkdseMo_dGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/gcuRnzg13WU/s400/DSC00096.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Another pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mei Fang taking our pic =)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12.00am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked and talked until my housemates went to sleep. Then we continued to talk some more. Found out they were around the area for 2 hours already waiting for the time to come to my room. &lt;i&gt;Lepak-ing&lt;/i&gt; at Jia Haurs house in the mean time. I think we chatted until around 1.30am or somewhere there. Most of us have to go work tomorrow, so praying that we were all still able to wake up the next morning. Jia Haur had to send Hooi Yee and&lt;br /&gt;Jing Zhi back as they didnt stay in walking distance. Thanks Jia Haur. Peow who came all the way from his grandmother's house near Bukit Jalil stayed over with me for the weekend. So after Jia Haur, Hooi Yee and Jing Zhi left, I and Peow which still couldn't sleep continue our chat and we slept around 2.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Next Morning&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to work in very sleepily. Should have taken a pic of myself this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352374093501456258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Skdz4UQoX4I/AAAAAAAAAKM/A76a1HEsQFw/s400/DSC00002.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Found this note at my workstation when I reached work.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;They argued that they worked on in all night long............&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, watched movie with Peow, Dyla, Pnut, and Aini. Sorry, forgot to take pics.&lt;br /&gt;I will never watch another horror movie on my birthday again. Drag Me to Hell made me look like a coward on my bday. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Nandos after the movie. Thanks to Dyla for the me Nandos =)&lt;br /&gt;Spend some time chatting and laughing at Nandos while getting to know each other more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, thanks to all that made my humble birthday special to me. Dont really need a big event or party to make my bday a special and memorable one. A few friends and wishes from clsoe ones are all I need. Thanks alot Jia Haur, Jing Zhi, Peow, Hooi Yee, Sopek, Somepet, Dyla, Pnut, Aini and my other friends that made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;This post is dedicated to them. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-448129210400352016?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/448129210400352016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=448129210400352016' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/448129210400352016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/448129210400352016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-21st-birthday.html' title='My 21st Birthday~'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SkdolaEMyfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/IVMfKMe8KRk/s72-c/DSC00093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-8634084593559394312</id><published>2009-06-21T15:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:55:43.736+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Home on a Sunday evening...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here I am again, with my blogging mood back and running. Might as well blog b4 it runs out. Not like Im going out anywhere today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna blog about 5 random stuff that crosses my mind now. Sorry for the lack of discipline in arranging my thoughts before blogging. Maybe thats just how &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Number 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm sure most of u notice that in my blog, I dont really talk much about intelligent stuff. Not like there's not enough things to argue about, just that I dont think it's wise to argue alone, I prefer face2face arguments. And 'No', I dont like to argue, although it can be fun at times. Another reason I dont like to talk bout inteligent stuff on my blog is that its pretty much boring, full stop. I'm sure none of u care or want to know what I think on  the current political issues, world economies, or watever shit that comes our way. BBC.com is a better source to get your information right, not me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Number 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;I realize how much I miss Kuching. For the first time I might not be going back to Kuching for 1 and a half year. Suddenly feel a lil home sick. Although my drive to gain experience is much higher still, there is that feeling of going back home. Miss the food there, the people, the culture there definately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;Number 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Owh ya, I realized that as students, we have LONG holidays to enjoy, although it comes with the added stress from studying especially in the final weeks of the semester. U really dont have such long holidays once u start working. I'm already missing the 2 months holiday which I will never see again once I start working. Unless of course I become a bum and an unemployed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Number 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've become less sarcastic these days, especially in my blogging. Use to have so much sarcasm thrown here and there in the past. Unsure whether it's a good thing or a bad thing. Have to weight between making people laugh and hurting someone unintentionally. Then again I could make sarcasms on myself, but that would only make me look like a fool. Is it me growing up and being more mature, or am I being more dull. Thinking... help me out. More sarcasm or not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Number 5&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Virus infected my external harddisk. All my movies, games, series, anime; ALL GONE~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye bye bye....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Done. Thats all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-8634084593559394312?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/8634084593559394312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=8634084593559394312' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/8634084593559394312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/8634084593559394312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/06/home-on-sunday-evening.html' title='Home on a Sunday evening...'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-4047750766113155369</id><published>2009-06-16T14:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:33:54.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KL'/><title type='text'>Office life~</title><content type='html'>Ever been in a situation where something really interesting happened to u but u cant blog abt it? This would be my first, or at least the biggest one so far. Damn u Secrecy Agreement. Owh well, at least I wont get fired or sued like others who could not control their fingers from typing out sensitive yet interesting happenings in their workplace. Aaaaarrrghhhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I could share with u all tho (which is obviously less interesting) is about my current determination. Gym everyday for at least 20 mins. It should be enough for a start. Before going off for intern, told my (ex)roomate I would come back to UTP with a 6-pack, and he said I would come back with a 3-pack. Use ur imagination on what a 3-pack is. So, to increase my determination to lose weight and get that 6-pack, I'm gonna blog about it so that I will have something to dread about if I go back to UTP and get fatter. At the very least I wont gain any more weight. So aim high, and the very least, u'll avoid bad. Whatever that means.&lt;br /&gt;Owh ya, my colleagues complain I didn't mention their name in my blog, so I'll go 1 step further and put their pics in here, along with my a pic of my workstation (see the Large McD Cola Cup on my table and relate it to my determination to lose weight).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347809941998142178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Sjc8zu8aAuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/nKqkOeMD3zU/s400/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Syafiq @ Somepet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347809946451537986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Sjc8z_iLcEI/AAAAAAAAAI8/dLKlflYKd3I/s400/DSC00008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Adilah &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347813975997637938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SjdAeiw1ZTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/XxYqQ29RZk8/s400/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;My workstation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, if u realize there is now and advertisement pane on the right side -----&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying out the nuffnang ads thinggy. Please, do not feel obligated to click it. Just leave it alone if u dont wanna click it. Spoil my brown background color only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish u all happy intern-ing and happy holidays for the rest of u. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-4047750766113155369?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/4047750766113155369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=4047750766113155369' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/4047750766113155369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/4047750766113155369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/06/office-life.html' title='Office life~'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/Sjc8zu8aAuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/nKqkOeMD3zU/s72-c/DSC00005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-8307237022661607707</id><published>2009-06-12T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:33:54.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KL'/><title type='text'>life in KL...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;OK, finally I found the time to blog. Either no mood or too busy and tired these days. Its friday nite and I decided to stay home this time. Last week went out friday, sat and sunday; all oso spend rm50 min each time when go out. No choice, min rm50 go out 1 time ady. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, its now my 2nd week or intern. So far it's so good. Just got my project, and I'm loving it. Thank goodness i didnt get any database or website to create as my project. Erm, in a nutshell, gonna learn software that costs...alot... and its not fully implemented. So now I and my 2 colleagues have to learn the other parts of the sof&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tware that isn't implemented and see how it can fit into the business process, and if its feasible. Dont really think I can go in depth, since I ady signed the Secrecy Agreement with my supervisor. lol. Not that i want to go in depth anymore, I guess it might not be really of interest for some of u, and its boring to most. Besides the project, I will also do some auditing, be placed in an audit with other experienced staff as well. Refer to below, to know what audit is. So read til fin ok =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, MY APARTMENT! or condo. whichever 1. Not an apartment, coz its much better than the usual ones, but still not up to the standards of the high and mighty condos in KL. But its still very nice, for me at least. And EXPENSIVE. Paying &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rm450 a month for this room Im staying. Totally worth it tho. Got a nice swimming pool and gym, ping pong table, and small playground for the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SjNlg4TsPOI/AAAAAAAAAIc/AEnrboCpmO8/s320/DSC01077.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346728798164106466" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tooks this pic from my balcony&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NEst agenda, my workplace, KLCC. In the 67th floor, Group Internal Audit. Its not auditing financial stuff, so lucky me. If u read newspapers these past few days, Im sure u will come across the word audit a few times, espc on the PKFZ or watever the issue is on. Auditing is basically digging up dirt on other depts, and find faults, to better improve the process in the long run. So, auditors are basically hated by others. I'm working in a dept that is being hated by others. But its nice, knowing that there is alot of dirt, even in some of the biggest corporations, and etc2. Cant go into detail again. And yup, I'll be doing auditing as well, or at least tagging along, and not doing the main project only. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What else? Hm.... Owh ya, great housemates. 2 girls and another guy. All oso students. The 2 girls got cook and we all eat yesterday. Not bad their cooking. The guy oso very nice and helpful. He is our house DJ,play songs for us using his  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last thing~ Miss my UTP frens. Last time go out 10 ppl at once, now when going out only me and Jia Haur, and maybe Bong. SIEN. Well, gotta make more frens and connection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going out with my housemates in an hour, they say wanna go clubbing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't think of anything to add now. Too much happened these past few weeks. Come KL visit me yeah if got time =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2606357881611884068-8307237022661607707?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/8307237022661607707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=8307237022661607707' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/8307237022661607707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/8307237022661607707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-in-kl.html' title='life in KL...'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SjNlg4TsPOI/AAAAAAAAAIc/AEnrboCpmO8/s72-c/DSC01077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-142438969822853630</id><published>2009-05-22T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T21:50:46.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ma last paper~</title><content type='html'>I know, it's been awhile since I updated my blog. But there really wasn't much to blog abt these days, and some things are not meant to be in blogs. Sorry~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, tomoro will be my final paper........finally....after seeing all my friends go back, pm me once back home just to tell me 'how nice the kolo mee tastes' and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obsessed with koreans songs and variety shows these days. Learnt alot of new korean words this past few weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, gotta cont studying. Hopefully will update again once Im done here in UTP. See u all soon, hopefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-142438969822853630?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/142438969822853630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=142438969822853630' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/142438969822853630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/142438969822853630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/05/ma-last-paper.html' title='ma last paper~'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-3664329897249516779</id><published>2009-04-13T13:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:42:38.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>FINALLY!!! (Great Food)</title><content type='html'>YESSS!!! Finally I can go blogger.com using my uni's lan once more. So many things happened since I last updated my blog. Well, too much. It's now 2 weeks before my study week, and its sorta hectic here with all the assignment datelines and tests coming up. For now, I wanna blog bout the great FOOD I had this past week.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last (Last) Sunday, went F1 with frens --&gt; too tired to go back, so stay 1 nite at KL at Grand Pacific Hotel... -__-" soo... the next day still at KL, it was Monday, sp decided to skip all classes n enjoy at KL since we're already there. Ate ALOT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;      Breakfast --&gt; Breakfast Buffet at the hotel. Super FULL!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;      Lunch       --&gt; Seoul Garden. FREAKIN' FULL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;      Dinner      --&gt; TGI Fridays. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;speechlesssss&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;After that day, everytime I eat it seems I want to eat more. Like my stomach has an extra compartment added to it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;, we scaled down abit... Go Batu Gajah there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;     --&gt; Claypot Chicken Rice. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;            Was nice, but preferred the one at Bercham. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt; went down to Ipoh to take my laptop back (thx Jin Ming), and ate at Ipoh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;     --&gt; Fish Head Curry at Bercham. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;            Very nice... the name of the shop even mentioned it is Specialized in Fish Head Curry. Mmm..... (wanted to eat the Bercham Claypot, but was closed. Next time la)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt;. Still having a hard time deciding wat to eat... So we decided to try the K-Kai Corner, near the driving school before the bridge heading to Ipoh. When we reach there... we got to know its buffet style again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;    --&gt; K-Kai Corner. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;           VERY NICE! Much better than Seoul Garden! AND CHEAPER! RM19.90 only, without and service charger =p Got alot of things to choose from, and it's really worth it. (planning to go down this Wed again, after my test. hehe. got 20% discount this time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;. Me and a couple of frens didn't go Eupho this time around, so we went down Ipoh again to eat dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;    --&gt; (dunno wat name restaurant. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;lol&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;. but its somewhere near Ipoh Parade)&lt;/b&gt; But this time, it was VERY CHEAP! One person avg only paid RM2.50 for the meal. Shocked to hear how cheap it was, since the other meals all MUCH more exp. It was a nice meal. Noodles and the Yong Tau Fu style.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday, nthg special that i can remember about...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday (yesterday)&lt;/b&gt;, went to Batu Gajah tried another place. Ordered very heavy dishes again... including&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;    --&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;(Batu Gajah again) Ostrich meat&lt;/b&gt;. My first time actually. Tastes quite soft n tender. I think its the way they cook it. Meal altogether amounted to RM16 per person each. Another heavy on the wallet meal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Realized I have been eating great food these days. And whenever want to go out to eat, its getting harder and harder to decide where to eat. Sigh. I WANT SAVE MONEY FOR INTERN AR!!!! LOL. But still wanna eat more nice food =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;p/s: sorry for not taking pics. too engrossed in the food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K-Kai again this Wed??? How bout today? Any1 got nice recommendation on where to eat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-3664329897249516779?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/3664329897249516779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=3664329897249516779' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/3664329897249516779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/3664329897249516779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally.html' title='FINALLY!!! (Great Food)'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-6620928831750640742</id><published>2009-03-20T22:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T23:03:47.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad cases of men...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/ScOu4OIi31I/AAAAAAAAAIU/ky7OYVBNZQM/s1600-h/DSC00991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/ScOu4OIi31I/AAAAAAAAAIU/ky7OYVBNZQM/s320/DSC00991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315284266117160786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If they say pics are a thousand words, then pictures with words mean so much more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's why, find the correct partner b4 u get married, if not its like giving up ur life.....&lt;br /&gt;p/s: only applicable to men, since men are the ones killing themselves becoz of wifes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously... can believe or not. Go divorce la, no nid kill urself ma. Not condoning the act of divorce, but its way better than the killing urself now rite? The prospect of being single and available out there too much to handle for old guys izit? I tot older guys can find girls easier???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-6620928831750640742?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/6620928831750640742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=6620928831750640742' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/6620928831750640742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/6620928831750640742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/03/sad-cases-of-men.html' title='sad cases of men...'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/ScOu4OIi31I/AAAAAAAAAIU/ky7OYVBNZQM/s72-c/DSC00991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-6859154934351533123</id><published>2009-03-09T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:55:43.736+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>sigh...</title><content type='html'>In a couple of months, I'll be leaving for internship. By the end of next year I'll be graduating. Will start working for my own money and staying at god knows where. Life really seems to pass by....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna go back to being the little 5 year old boy back in Kuching. I miss those days when me and my neighbour-frens would be playing tag, hide and seek, running around in our neighbourhood. Home was so nice back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH............ the future might be better than today, but the past is something that we will never recover. I think the dark and gloomy weather today made me feel depressed, like what my roomate said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-6859154934351533123?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/6859154934351533123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=6859154934351533123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/6859154934351533123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/6859154934351533123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/03/sigh.html' title='sigh...'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-4418196121327647291</id><published>2009-02-16T16:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:42:38.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>update - Kampar</title><content type='html'>been really lazy to update my blog these days. but since got requests to update, i'll just mention a few things i did since the last time i blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to genting last 2 week with a couple of frens and more than a couple of lovebirds. lol. quite ok since i didnt really know what i was doing there oso actually. played that spiderman ride for the 1st time. as some of u ady know, im REALLY afraid of heights, but im trying my best to be a 'Yes Man' and say yes to most things. very nice ride tho i was screaming thru most of it. yup, and im not embarassed to admit. at least i had enuf guts to try it out. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(p/s i tried space shot ady 2 years ago)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;erm, for V-day, no1 to celeb with, so me, Peow, Jin Ming, Jia Haur and Jing Zhi went to Gua Tempurung, then with the help of Weng Ban, went and played at Kampar Waterfall (damn shiok), went and tried the Chicken Bread a.k.a Mian Bao Ji famous at Kampar there (very nice... espc the curry bread).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SZkgepWVirI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Dw7nSGslJpw/s1600-h/DSC00403_2.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/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SZkgepWVirI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Dw7nSGslJpw/s320/DSC00403_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303305747073174194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enjoying at Kampar Waterfall. thx to Weng Ban for showing us the road there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and taking this pic =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to Cheong 'K' or karaoke at Jusco. Really admire Jia Haur for being able to sing for 3 hours non stop. That was the end of the day for us, too tired to do anything else after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nthg much to add, thats most of it anyways. And since I'm counting the number of times I went to Ipoh since coming back to UTP, yesterday was the 9th. went and visit Barney at GH, just to check up on him, then go shopping and eat Baskin Robbins in Jusco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, thats all. sorry for all the shirt forms and inconsistency in spelling, tired and lazy (as usual).&lt;br /&gt;hope to write a more interesting and funny post next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-4418196121327647291?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/4418196121327647291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=4418196121327647291' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/4418196121327647291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/4418196121327647291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/02/update.html' title='update - Kampar'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SZkgepWVirI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Dw7nSGslJpw/s72-c/DSC00403_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-7554168564824648679</id><published>2009-01-29T18:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:17:25.306+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>My Penang trip... skipped CNY once again.</title><content type='html'>Just gonna keep this post brief, since not really in the mood to blog. This trip was really last minute plan and it 100% didnt went according to what I planned or expected. My friend (Chih Fang, my senior actually from high school) that I was supposed to meet up in Penang had some trouble, so she didnt wasn't able to meet me. Thank god I got some other frens in Penang to bring me around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day in Penang, met up with my old high school fren, YEO YUE CHEN! He's studying in USM now, and luckily I was able to stay in his room while hewent back to S'wak. Was only able to spend 1 day with him since he had to go back the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SYGPSdA4v8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/JQTMnD8u-vQ/s1600-h/DSC00934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SYGPSdA4v8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/JQTMnD8u-vQ/s320/DSC00934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296672183953178562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me and Yeo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st night in Penang and I'm playing strip poker with my new made frens (Suraya, 3 of her chinese frens, and another 2 frens from Holland) in front of Starbucks at e-gate.  Everyone around us was looking at us when we started stripping our clothes 1 by 1... No one can quit until the 20th round. Thats how the 4 of us guys ended up half naked, including me. I was the 1st to open my shirt in front of everyone summore. Damn embarrasing, in front of Starbucks summore. At least I didnt ended up with the least clothes at the end of the 20th round.  Well, I ended up without my shirt, belt, watch, slippers, with my zippers and button of my jeans open. The guy beside me was only wearing his boxers, NOTHING else. The next round, and he have to open the buttons of his boxers if he lost. LOL. See the girls so happy, and damn the girls for having so many accessories! hahahaha. Even took alot pics of the guys, since we have to pose sexy poses after taking off our shirts. Not bad for my 1st night in Penang I must admit. Cant post the pics here though since the guy that took the pics are still having their holiday and God knows where he is know, so he havent emailed it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: we were ready to make a run for it if the police came&lt;/span&gt; -____-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next few days I played paintball, ate Nasi Kandar Bearatur (waited for 1 hour 30 mins!), went to Sunset Bistro on Sunday night (CNY dinner shud be on then). Really liked Sunset Bistro at Batu Feringgi, beside the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a few other things I would like to blog about also but I dont think can without destroying my good image here. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, had to a good time in Penang although not really what I expected since my fren couldn't come and meet me. However, must thank Renae alot for bringing me out on the 1st few days, and espcially Suraya for introducing her frens to me, and having alot of fun with them every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS! ONE FOR THE ROAD! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-7554168564824648679?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/7554168564824648679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=7554168564824648679' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/7554168564824648679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/7554168564824648679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-penang-trip-skip-cny-once-again.html' title='My Penang trip... skipped CNY once again.'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SYGPSdA4v8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/JQTMnD8u-vQ/s72-c/DSC00934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-7967729409295529447</id><published>2009-01-22T12:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:07:05.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Tagged! by Ren</title><content type='html'>before going off for my cny at penang, let me fin this tag 1st...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;RANDOM FACTS :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;001. Real name: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Jason Anderson Raj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;002. Nicknames:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; anderson, jay, raj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;003. Married: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;nah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;004. Zodiac sign:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;cancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;005. Male or female:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;male&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;006. Age: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;21st this June! so old d =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;007. High school: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kolej Abdillah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;008. College: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;UTP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;009. Residence: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;msia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;010. Hair color: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;011. Long or short hair:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;012. Smoke: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;nah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;013. Drink: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;once in a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;014. Available: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;015. Are you a health freak:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;016. Weight :&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;62&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;017. Do you have a crush?:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;018. Do you like yourself: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;very much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;019. Piercings:&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;nope. thinking of doing 1 tho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;020. Tattoos: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;never, dont really like it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;021. Righty or lefty: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;LEFTY! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;FIRST:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;022. First surgery: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;a small one, on my right hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;023: First piercing:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;not yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;024. First best friend/s: all my coursemates, utp frens, and some high school       frens =)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;025. First award:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;dont remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;026. First memory: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;saying papaya but unable to say papa.... so weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;027. First pet:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Raji! my lovable dog. well, at least all dogs to heaven rite? miss u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;028. First vacation:&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Damai beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;029. First concert: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;high school? not too sure counted or not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;030. First crush: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;kindergarden? cant remember the girls name tho. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;LAST:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;031. Last time you went out: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;couple of days ago. went voodoo with wira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;032. Last time you had a good time: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;033. Last time you cried: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;a month back? dreamt sumthing very touching. iguess every1 got dreams like that and wake up realizing there's tears in ur eye. but crying for real, a couple of years back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;034. Last award:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; last sem's deans list?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;035. Last trip abroad: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;singapore last hari raya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;036. Last concert: rainforest music festival?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;037. Last album you bought:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;always download only. love u dc++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;038. Last song you played:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; gotta be somebody, nickleback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;039. Last phone call: dad just called yesterday, asking wanna come bk for my cousin's wedding at kch or not&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;040. Last laugh: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;eating lunch just now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;PICK ONE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;041. Summer or winter: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;winter, wanna feel the snow for once. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;042. Rainy or sunny:&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; rainy, too hot ady here in utp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;043. Britney or Christina: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;christina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;044. TV or YouTube:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;045. Oprah or Tyra: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;neither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;046. McD’s or KFC: mcD&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;047. Soccer or tennis: tennis&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;048. New york or San Francisco: NY&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;049. Eating: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;050. Drinking: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;H2o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;051. Wearing: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;052. Im about to: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;leave for penang. coming to see u Yeo, Chifang, and Suraya! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;053. Listening to:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;the sound of the fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITES :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;054. Food: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;kolo mee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;055. Drinks: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;iced lemon tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;056. Colors:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;currently green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;057. Numbers: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;058. Want kids:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;when im ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;059. Want to get married: when im above 30&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;060. Life: is good&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;061. Goals: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;too many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;062. Where will you live: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;in a house with swimming pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;063. Buy a house: duh&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;064. Buy a car:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;and another one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;YOUR PARENTS :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;066. Love your mom?: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;067. Love your dad?: of course la...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;068. Are they still together?:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;nope. hehe, for those frens of mine whom i havent told, now u know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER? :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;068. Lips or eyes: both&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;069. Hugs or kisses: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;together =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;070. Shorter or Taller:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;taller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;071. Lean or plump: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;lean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;072. Romantic or spontaneous:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;spontaneous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;073 . Nice stomach or nice arms: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;got ugly arms meh???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;074 . Sensitive or loud: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;sensitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;075 . Hook-ups or relationships: both? haha. depends, dont really know atm. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;076. Bungee-jumped: never! afraid of heights wey!&lt;br /&gt;077. Shook hands with someone important:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;no1's that important, every1's human at the end of the day for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;078. Kissed a stranger: nope.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;079. Drank bubbles: yup&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;080. Lost glasses/contacts: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;dont use either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;081. Ran away from home: nah&lt;br /&gt;082. Liked someone younger: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;duh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;083. Older: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;hmmm......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;084. Broken someone’s heart: yeah... =(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;085. Been arrested: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;not yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;086. Turned someone down: yeah...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;087. Cried when someone died: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;088. Liked a friend: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;thats some r/s begins rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;089. Yourself: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;090. Miracles:yes&lt;br /&gt;091. Love at first sight: nope&lt;br /&gt;092. Heaven: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;093. Santa clause: nope. lol&lt;br /&gt;094. Sex on the first date: hurm....&lt;br /&gt;095. the more you hate, the more you love: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;096. Angels: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;097. Is there one person you want to be with you right now?:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;my sis... sudd miss her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;098. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at a time?: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;099. Do you believe in God?: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Will you tag 10 people to continue this game: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;nah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-7967729409295529447?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/7967729409295529447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=7967729409295529447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/7967729409295529447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/7967729409295529447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/01/tagged-by-ren.html' title='Tagged! by Ren'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-8727269976555621681</id><published>2009-01-11T01:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:02:57.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KL'/><title type='text'>Random!</title><content type='html'>Well...it's kinda late right now, not in the mood to continue reading my book, so here I am. Not really sure how I will start or end this, I'm just typing what comes into my head as I can't sleep. Well, I'll edit this later to exclude watever is not relevent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start off, can't sleep because drank coffee at Coffee Bean just now. Went there with Tiat Dong. My 1st time ordering black forest + extra strong. "Add another RM1 and you wont sleep for an extra 3 hours" is what got me into this mess right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'How I Met Your Mother'&lt;/span&gt; lately, and I'm hooked. It's hilarious, full of puns, great example of friendship, and....I can't seem to put a word on it. It's just nice. Wasn't expecting it to be nice when I read the title. Seriously, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'How I Met Your Mother' &lt;/span&gt;isn't exactly very catchy and well, not the name that makes ppl wanna see what the series is about. But it surprised me, and not too many things do that these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most of us can relate to at least 1 person in that series, whether your the person looking for that 1 love, the one that have been in a relationship so long you cant imagine not being in one or with that person, or the one that never settles down and can't imagine themselves in a serious relationship. But no matter what happens, they always compliment each other and at the end of the day. Somehow their world seems perfect, coz' they always end up laughing in the bar, making cheers, telling jokes and stories. Doesn't seem to be a perfect world that they were in when I started watching it, with so many problems of the real world at their faces. However, I realized that when they all sat together at that bar, nothing else mattered. All they needed was there; they had it all there, a close group of friend you can trust spending time together (and maybe a pint of beer just to loosen up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend this series to any of you that manages to read my post til this far. I'm mostly writing to myself now; for myself, but it would be nice to know if a few of you actually read this post until here. Well, appreciate your friends that you have. Don't EVER do anything stupid that will make yourself losing your close friends. I think thats one of the things I envy in the characters of the series; the close bond they share...however make-believe this series is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh another thing, for those of you that haven't been to UTP, and still dont believe me when I say that it's freakin' hot here, I took this picture a couple of days back, just to show you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SWjpH7105lI/AAAAAAAAAHs/7quWiKC-GqQ/s1600-h/DSC00926.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/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SWjpH7105lI/AAAAAAAAAHs/7quWiKC-GqQ/s320/DSC00926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289734084878460498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;p/s: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if u cant see the picture properly, its a flower growing to the&lt;br /&gt;shady part of another plant, avoiding the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am sad to say that the flower if now withering away, like all living things. Let's just not be like this flower, withering alone. Goodnight everyone.&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/2606357881611884068-8727269976555621681?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/8727269976555621681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=8727269976555621681' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/8727269976555621681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/8727269976555621681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/01/random.html' title='Random!'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SWjpH7105lI/AAAAAAAAAHs/7quWiKC-GqQ/s72-c/DSC00926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-881873612097269461</id><published>2009-01-03T15:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:19:22.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>my new realization....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just back from cameron highlands. In short, it was drizzling most of the time, but loved the breeze and chilly feeling up there.  However, it made me realize one thing; although I love going vacations everywhere, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jalan-jalan&lt;/span&gt; here and there, I think I found where I trully love going....(drum roll)... BEACHES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I do enjoy jungle trekking up slippery slopes with trees and nature all around you, bathing at freezing cold streams and waterfalls that made even your bones shiver, venturing into the dark and  huge caves filled with their stalactites and stalagmites and not forgetting the smell of bat droppings, going up high and cold places like Cameron and Genting, with their amazing view, and yet still I cant find anything such as the feeling of peace and tranquility whit the soft breeze and smell of sand and sea all around you, while you're lying on a hammock and relaxing. I LOVE THE BEACH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've made up my mind...I'm gonna go all around the world enjoying the best beaches it has to offer! In due time, when I got my money that is. For now, gonna explore Malaysian beaches 1st =p And not forgetting, another thing I will do, I'm gonna buy a beach necklace (dunno what wanna call it, the ones with the shells and/or beads you can find in souvenier shops) at each of the beach. for now, only got 1 such necklace, gonna get more soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, made up my mind to own my very own vacation house beside a beach by the age I'm 45~! So, if 25 years from now, and the Internet and humankind has not yet gone to waste, I should be reading back this post and having my very own beach house~! Or I'm my face will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; gonna be like this ---&gt;   -___-" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawaii, Malibu, Golden Coast.....Langkawi, here I come!!!&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/2606357881611884068-881873612097269461?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/881873612097269461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=881873612097269461' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/881873612097269461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/881873612097269461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-new-realization.html' title='my new realization....'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-7492207279618431929</id><published>2008-12-30T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:55:43.736+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>sick...</title><content type='html'>yup, I'm sick, and I hate the feeling of it. When ever I get sick, I'll pass a few stages which are&lt;br /&gt;  1st stage: sore throat&lt;br /&gt; 2nd stage: flu&lt;br /&gt; 3rd stage: can't sleep at nite, too cold and hot at the same time, terrible feeling.&lt;br /&gt; 4th stage: gets worse...&lt;br /&gt; 5th: getting all better very fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now in the 3-4th stage, so hopefully I'll be back on my feet in......less than 48hours b4 leaving for cameron...again...(this would be the fourth time up there d).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't really do much now, so here I am, blogging about my not-so-fun but still not-so-bad holidays again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh ya, will be back in UTP on the 4th, so any1 else will be there by then, besides the ones i ady know of, pls gv me a call. at least can lepak together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-7492207279618431929?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/7492207279618431929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=7492207279618431929' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/7492207279618431929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/7492207279618431929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2008/12/sick.html' title='sick...'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-486879380350906445</id><published>2008-12-23T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T17:22:13.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Christmas Musical at UNITEN</title><content type='html'>Went to UNITEN for a couple of days, spent it at my uncle's house (he's staying in UNITEN). FYI he's the councellor for the Christian association there, P.P Abraham. Got the opportunity to watch UNITEN's Christmas Musical which was done by the christian fellowship in UNITEN... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS GREAT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It tells the birth of Jesus Christ in short. But it was done in such a manner that anyone, not only Christians was able to go there and watch the play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me when I say I'm not exaggerating. It was really superb. The play was done to collect donations for the homeless kids in STEPPING STONES. There were scenes that made u laugh and some even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost &lt;/span&gt;brought tears to my stone cold heart which some of my friends says contain no feeling whatsoever. I must really applaud the team that helped contribute to the creation of that play. If some of you guys are reading it now, congrats! Great work! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morn, I got a few extra info from my uncle  about the fellowship and the play (correct me if I'm wrong, if any of u from the play are reading this):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The total cost of the production amounted to RM12k!!! (the renting of equipments was around RM6k)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The total number of students that came for the musical was around 1000!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There were even Muslims, in their tudung and all that came to watch the musical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are actually Muslim, Hindu and Christian Associations in UNITEN, all endorsed by the management! Whoa..... Imagine that in UTP. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The management actually contributed RM4k towards the play, as well as give their support and help oversee the play. The hall, which was quite big and not given to ANY other clubs in UNITEN for use was given especially for this play, since the number of people attending this play was increasing each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me to wonder if UTP will ever be like that one day. At least integration is actually happening in UNITEN, wish it will be incorporated in UTP as well. To actually see Christians go to Muslims events and vice versa as a sign of support to each other, I never thought I would see that in UNITEN. Oh how I wish all universities in M'sia is like this.&lt;br /&gt;Owh well, I guess thats all I'm gonna share for now. If any of you have a copy of the musical play, pls pass it to me, wanna keep it as memory =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: sorry for the no pics post again. forgot to take pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-486879380350906445?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/486879380350906445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=486879380350906445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/486879380350906445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/486879380350906445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-musical-at-uniten.html' title='Christmas Musical at UNITEN'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-8106577259221712283</id><published>2008-11-30T15:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T17:22:13.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>HOLIDAYS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;HOLIDAYS is here!!! =)&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-8106577259221712283?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/8106577259221712283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=8106577259221712283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/8106577259221712283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/8106577259221712283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2008/11/holidays.html' title='HOLIDAYS!!!'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-7877389562022411093</id><published>2008-11-22T02:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:39:47.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UTP'/><title type='text'>1 more paper....just 1 more...</title><content type='html'>Yup, 1 more paper left, on the 26th of Nov. This semester's timetable sucks, terribly. 5 papers in 7 days, then left 1 more paper.....after 9 days. Ain't life wonderful. Gives you the chance to enjoy and relax in your uni before taking your last paper and going bk home afterwards....trust me, I'm trying to bevery positive here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 1 more paper....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm back to Kuching.... of course, not before doing these MUST DO stuff everytime wanna go bk home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~packing up,&lt;br /&gt;~going to my uncle's place a few days, (compulsory to 'show face'. very nice people)&lt;br /&gt;~taking a bus ride to KLIA, (maybe to KL, then only to KLIA after spending the night there)&lt;br /&gt;~checking in my luggage,&lt;br /&gt;~checking in myself,&lt;br /&gt;~boarding the airplane,&lt;br /&gt;~taking-off and landing,&lt;br /&gt;~going through immigration,&lt;br /&gt;~waiting for my luggage at the terminal,&lt;br /&gt;~taking that nice short walk to the gate with the big 'EXIT' sign,&lt;br /&gt;~and FINALLY.....home sweet home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mafan&lt;/span&gt; right? staying&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; overseas.&lt;/span&gt; sometimes get jealous of my friend who say "wanna go back ady", then take a few hours ride back home. Sigh. Owh well, for now, lets keep in focus....1 more paper...1 more....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-7877389562022411093?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/7877389562022411093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=7877389562022411093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/7877389562022411093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/7877389562022411093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2008/11/1-more-paperjust-1-more.html' title='1 more paper....just 1 more...'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-7900937060245031381</id><published>2008-11-05T18:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:39:47.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UTP'/><title type='text'>My best friend during exams: BOSS Coffee</title><content type='html'>Just thought I'd like to introduce you all to my best friend during study and exam weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SRFz0Y_yywI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Ew8CXWtU6wA/s1600-h/DSC00882.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/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SRFz0Y_yywI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Ew8CXWtU6wA/s320/DSC00882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265116783273233154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BOSS; keeps you awake throughout the day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Nescafe in the background, coz doesn't taste as nice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, kinda lame, but I'm damn bored now so I'm actually gonna blog about the coffee I drink these days. Those who always have lunch at Onn Fatt with me will know how much I drink coffee these days, since I usually buy my stock at the shop beside Onn Fatt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought 7 cans of Boss this afternoon (only 6 cans in the pic coz 1 of the can is in the fridge) and shocked my friends who saw me. Vaguely remembered hearing one of them saying "You never heard of water before ar?" LOL. Owh, and when I got back, the same person sent me this msg through gtalk (directly cut and paste for information integrity) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt;"Studies showns that the more caffeine intake&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;the more damage is done to your sex system&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;beware&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;MANDUL WILL BE PERMANENT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying its not true -__-"&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/2606357881611884068-7900937060245031381?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/7900937060245031381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=7900937060245031381' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/7900937060245031381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/7900937060245031381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-best-friend-during-exams-boss-coffee.html' title='My best friend during exams: BOSS Coffee'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SRFz0Y_yywI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Ew8CXWtU6wA/s72-c/DSC00882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-7790140674984775972</id><published>2008-11-02T03:22:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:52:33.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Friend's Girl review. (Study week is here!)</title><content type='html'>My study week is finally here. Sigh~~~~~~~~~ (a VERY long sigh). Been some time since I've updated my blog, really dont have much time to blog these days. Just wanna post sumthing here to make sure my loyal readers dont gv up on my blog (assuming a couple of ppl still visits my blog every week or so).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 3am now, celebrated my friends bday just now (Happy bday Xiao Min!!!) and just got back from watching My Best Friend's Girl. It's kinda nice movie, but the sad part about it is that there is TOO MANY CUT SCENES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand they put an 18PL sign at the movie, so why on earth do you want to censor SOOO MANY SCENES?! I mean, if they didn't put the 18PL sign, then the censorship would be understandable. But since it's already and 18PL movie, DONT FREAKING CENSOR IT NO MORE! People understand what 18PL stands for, which is basically above a movie suitable for people 18yrs and above (no one really cares what PL stands for, I don't). I'm assuming that they know what they shud be expecting and for those parents who still bring their kids to these kinds of movies, let them take their chances. It's really annoying to see a movie u paid 9 bucks for and can't even understand what the dialog is about. Trust me, I'm not exaggerating. I wish I am, I'M NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep it short, my recommendation to you all is that if you wanna watch this movie, don't watch it in the cinema. It really spoils the movie and the funny parts are lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My recommendation to Malaysian Censorship Board (if there really is such a thing) is that whenever you decide to let a movie into Malaysia, and put it an 18XX rated movie, don't censor it too much. If its not 18XX, then you can censor it (still in an appropriate amount though). I dont want to waste RM9.00 on a good quality movie which I can't even understand what the actors and actresses are trying to say. Espc when them main part that makes the movie funny is the dialog. Owh well, thank God there's DC++ in my uni, just waiting for it to to be uploaded and I'll watch it all over again, with the dialogs this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnite and wish me all the best in my finals. God bless...(me).  And you all too =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-7790140674984775972?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/7790140674984775972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=7790140674984775972' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/7790140674984775972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/7790140674984775972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-best-friends-girls-review-study-week.html' title='My Best Friend&apos;s Girl review. (Study week is here!)'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-8590183252663494347</id><published>2008-10-07T01:34:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:04:49.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Midsem Break~</title><content type='html'>Finally back to campus from my holidays. Must say I had a great time again this midsem break. Came back and felt so lazy to do anything the 1st day. Finally got the motivation to blog again since I'm not in the mood to study now. To make this a short post and not make you all bored reading long posts (I know were all busy these days), I'll put my post in point system this time. These are the places I went to during the break, and a summary of the interesting things. Will try to keep it short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2nd time there this year. Went during Chinese New Year, and now Hari Raya. Next trip&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     maybe during Christmas (hehe~).&lt;/span&gt; Thx to Barney for inviting me and letting me stay at his sister's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Realized the big difference between M'sia and S'pore...again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maybe bcoz Singapore is small, thats why it's easier to govern the people there. Then    again just maybe all the clever M'sians went there when the two countries separated; and the clever ones are still going there btw. Ok, I'm being too harsh. M'sia is a nice and peaceful country as well, great place to stay and enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went window shopping mostly this time, since I've been to Sentosa before this. Hey, at least this time I get to go Suntec City. Bought my new Adidas shoes there =)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SOpR9AElG8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/pBI85Xbk2bU/s1600-h/DSC00831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 175px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SOpR9AElG8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/pBI85Xbk2bU/s320/DSC00831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254102023714184130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My new favourite shoe. Nice eh. Looks better in real life though.&lt;br /&gt;If u dont agree that its nice, keep it to urself, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna enjoy it for now =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visited Esplanade again, still loving it. SOOO many CDs that can be borrow or listened to in there. Even have a piano room for anyone to go in and play the piano in there. Not to mention the many performances every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SOpVFPLjluI/AAAAAAAAAGU/h5iKtjMJhBQ/s1600-h/DSC00783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SOpVFPLjluI/AAAAAAAAAGU/h5iKtjMJhBQ/s320/DSC00783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254105463743813346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a CD player for people listen to the many CD collections there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got to visit Clarke Quay this time (Quay is pronounced as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;key&lt;/span&gt;, not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kueh&lt;/span&gt;). VERY nice view of the quay, since we went there at night. The night life there was not bad as well. Plan to take the boat ride the next time I go there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Realized that I have some ability to take nice pics, either that or it's just easy to take nice pics in S'pore. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SOpR9vmOO0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/sp0WjRhf6ng/s1600-h/DSC00796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 173px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SOpR9vmOO0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/sp0WjRhf6ng/s320/DSC00796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254102036471757634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         Nice eh =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Johor Bahru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time going to JB. Thx to Cally, Aaron and Cally's Mom especially for bringing us around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s:  &lt;/span&gt;Cally's mom &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chia &lt;/span&gt;all the meals, very good one. Thanks alot =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to most of the famous places, including the old palace, gardens, etc2.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SOpYl0ELUKI/AAAAAAAAAGc/HE2JoHZdXC0/s1600-h/DSC00833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SOpYl0ELUKI/AAAAAAAAAGc/HE2JoHZdXC0/s320/DSC00833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254109321935671458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went around, seeing the city centre a little, and spending some time in Pelangi Shopping Mall. Spent my money in S'pore already, can't spend much in JB =(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;First time seeing a tuition centre with guards -_-" And there were 6 of them! I thought it was a bank at first. Did I forget to mention the tuition has 4000 students? Yup. Thats like 3/4 of UTP students. Couldn't get a pic unfortunately. Maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Melacca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time in Melacca as well. Thanks to Jin Ming for bringing us around and letting us stay at his place.&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Since this is the 1st time I'm in Melacca, we decided to finish off all the historical places, or at least the general ones. Went to A Famosa and the places around it. Can't really remember the names of all the different sites there, just know its all around there. Walking distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first night there and Jin Ming already brought us climb &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bukit&lt;/span&gt; in the dark. Scareeey... Nasib got two big guys accompany me up. The view up there was great though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got an interesting story from my friend about one of the statues there.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SOpVElofZsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FD6aGWqngYk/s1600-h/DSC00840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SOpVElofZsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FD6aGWqngYk/s320/DSC00840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254105452590884546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Realize his right hand is broken? Well, when they built the statue, the right hand was there, all nice and perfect. However, they later realized that the actual person whom they try to depict actually had a broken hand when he was alive. And WALAAA....a broken handed statue. Yup. If any of you Melaccan's read this and disagree, pls post it up to correct me =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went around Melacca, including Jonkers Street. Nice place to find unique things. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jin Ming even brought us to this one place and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chia &lt;/span&gt;Barney and me to a sausage. Not his sausage, but a real one.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SOpVEVrKJ8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/DQfasiM5brk/s1600-h/DSC00850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SOpVEVrKJ8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/DQfasiM5brk/s320/DSC00850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254105448307107778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ate half way and it felt SOOO nice I just had to take this pic and post it up in my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If any of you goes to Melacca, find Jin Ming and he will bring you to have this sausage as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Make sure to thank him later for introducing it to you, and maybe even me for promoting it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, tried to keep this one short. Thats about it, and now I'm back to UTP. SIGH~ Bye everyone, gotta continue my assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I have made this post longer, because I have not had the time to make it shorter."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Blaise Pascal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2606357881611884068-8590183252663494347?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/8590183252663494347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=8590183252663494347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/8590183252663494347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/8590183252663494347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-midsem-break.html' title='My Midsem Break~'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SOpR9AElG8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/pBI85Xbk2bU/s72-c/DSC00831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-1951384387715399756</id><published>2008-09-16T22:31:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:39:47.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UTP'/><title type='text'>Say No!.....to Dating???</title><content type='html'>Yup, the Ramadhan month is here now, and some of us are enjoying the variety of food that is available during the evening, and even more complaining the lack of food for breakfast n lunch. The usual thing in UTP, recurring all over again. However, I found something new this time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SM_FuIw_1PI/AAAAAAAAAEs/j4XXH46x__I/s1600-h/DSC00767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SM_FuIw_1PI/AAAAAAAAAEs/j4XXH46x__I/s320/DSC00767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246629487327565042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this poster up on notice boards, and at a few places apparently. Sorry bout the low quality pic, since my phone cam is only 2MB. Anyways, if u cant read, it says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"STOP! You are under 24/7 surveillance. All of your good and bad deeds will be recorded. Fasting Does Not Mean ONLY To Refrain From: Swearing, Eating and Drinking, Smoking. You also need to refrain from Dating." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the poster quite unique and capturing, wished more posters were able to capture my attention like this one. However, it got me to start wondering.......This poster says that we should also refrain from dating while fasting. Does it then mean:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  We can date after we breaking fast around 7.25pm?&lt;br /&gt;2.  We can date anytime else as long as we're not fasting?&lt;br /&gt;3.  We can actually D-A-T-E in UTP???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe thats the reason I'm seeing more and more couples breaking fast together, since that time they can date again, and WALAA....two in 1, can date and break fast together as well. I think Im starting to understand UTP more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, if like that, then is Valentines Day considered fasting as well? 'Cause I remembered people patrolling UTP area at night on last Valentines trying to 'shoo' couples from dating. If they're not fasting then dating shud be allowed then right? Hmmm.... Maybe thats why more and more of UTPians are getting cars, because they're being 'shoo-ed' to Ipoh on events like this. Wonder if that will be helpful in the end? Yup yup, understanding UTP more and more now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..... I realized that this poster was also not stamped by JPSP or any such department, so I'm assuming the management doesn't know anything about this poster (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s any posters and such needs to be verified and stamped before being put up in UTP). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to understanding my uni more in the future. Wonder what will be next? NO to DOTA as well during fasting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SM_p5_T-N8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/v7n5v3NB3x0/s1600-h/no+to+dota.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SM_p5_T-N8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/v7n5v3NB3x0/s320/no+to+dota.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246669273366935490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually think that's a better idea and much more beneficial than the current one. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p/s: all that is written here is about the poster ONLY and no ill meaning on the month of Ramadhan. Hope no one misinterprets my meaning.....susah betul nak blog eh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-1951384387715399756?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/1951384387715399756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=1951384387715399756' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/1951384387715399756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/1951384387715399756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2008/09/yup-ramadhan-month-is-here-now-and-some.html' title='Say No!.....to Dating???'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SM_FuIw_1PI/AAAAAAAAAEs/j4XXH46x__I/s72-c/DSC00767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-3865125406012541718</id><published>2008-09-14T02:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:57:31.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UTP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>RaNDoM....Midsem???</title><content type='html'>Has been a long time since I updated my blog. Been busy these past weeks with assignments and tests, will be busy for the coming week as well. Can't wait for the Raya + Midsem break which is on the 27th! Hopefully can go jalan2 more again this time. Current plan for midsem:&lt;br /&gt;1) Go to uncle's house in Ipoh 1st, havent been there this sem.&lt;br /&gt;2) Go S'pore with Barney.&lt;br /&gt;3) Go Melacca find Jin Ming.&lt;br /&gt;4) Come back to UTP and wait for the next holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like every sem oso the same situation, always looking forward to midsem and sem break to go jalan2 with frens. Hehe. Anyways, this is our prime time, so ENJOY WHILE U CAN! =) Hope to update this blog with sumthing better next time. Happy midsem break to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-3865125406012541718?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/3865125406012541718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=3865125406012541718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/3865125406012541718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/3865125406012541718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2008/09/randommidsem.html' title='RaNDoM....Midsem???'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-6392205106912318979</id><published>2008-08-29T14:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:56:51.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UTP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>God in favour with me on this particular day....</title><content type='html'>28.08.2008. The day I was supposed to have my DCN open book test. Slept late the night before (27.08.08) coz went for a talk, then go mamak, then go play pool with frens. Came bk then play dota until 1am++. Got ready to sleep and set my alarm at 7.15am before going to bed. Not sure what dream I had, or if i had 1 since I couldnt remember. Maybe had a nice dream about being on a nice island, enjoying the serenity, lying down on a hammock and enjoying the time of my youth. Wait, that was the Redang trip. Well, maybe I dreamt of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SLeVRbiTxbI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gh9mgw5Ac7U/s1600-h/DSC00385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SLeVRbiTxbI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gh9mgw5Ac7U/s320/DSC00385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239820818150835634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mmmm....nice2 dream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SLeVRFtssKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Nwpv2p4R2FM/s1600-h/DSC00493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SLeVRFtssKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Nwpv2p4R2FM/s320/DSC00493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239820812293025954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wanna go lie down on this hammock again. Missed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways, I hoped the dream was good, coz when i woke up the next day, it was 11.08AM! Guess wat time my was my test? 10AM!!!! and it finishes at 11AM -_-  I was like "SHITTT!!!! WHAT THE F***!!! Imagine me just waking up to realize Ii skipped my test coz I overslept! Never in my life would I have thought that this would happen to me, EVER! I didnt even hear my alarm ringing! I had two missed calls and 1 msg and didnt even realized it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st thing that came to my mind was the excuses i have to make up and tell my lecturer for not attending the test, that i was sick, had to get a MC later on, etc3. I quickly went to the bathroom to get my shower, and that was when I remembered that the next day there will be another test for the same subject but a different set since there are too many students, and we could choose which slot we would want to go. I was like THANK GOD!!! I never though of going to the other slot since it was Friday the next day, a day which I dont have any lectures. I was so relieved when I remebered bout that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my lab at 11.25am, 25 minutes late, and still the lab havent started, so another good news for me. Then my friends told me that the class at 8am (yes, there was class at 8-10am which I skipped too coz i overslept) was also cancelled. WOW! I was really lucky. AND they told me they didnt went to the test either, since they wanted to go the next day (they werent ready apparently as well). I was like super high, epsc since the test was open book, and a few discussions will be going on as usual. Hehe. So I guess I got a few friends to discuss with together as well tomorow. 1 of my friend said that "God is really in favour with u today" after I told what happened . And yeah, I really believe that God was in favour with me that day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I woke up 7AM the next day just to make sure I dont miss the same test TWICE, in a row. Haha. Couldnt really get a good sleep that night though, keep waking up scared I would miss the test. Lol. Dunno how many times I woke up in the middle of the night, once even at 5.30am as well. The test was ok, just for your information =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-6392205106912318979?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/6392205106912318979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=6392205106912318979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/6392205106912318979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/6392205106912318979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2008/08/god-in-favour-with-me-on-this.html' title='God in favour with me on this particular day....'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SLeVRbiTxbI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gh9mgw5Ac7U/s72-c/DSC00385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-6839732496714975587</id><published>2008-08-24T00:24:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:05:40.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UTP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Another day working as a Digi Yellow Army</title><content type='html'>Last weekend was spent as a Digi YA (Yellow Army) again. Dont ask me why were called an army, dont know. Feels like were in a war zone....maybe we are... Yellow, Red, and Purple. "WHO WILL REIGN?" "WHO WILL WIN THE WAR IN THE END?" "SUBSCRIBE TO PART 1 FOR $99 ONLY". Lol. Suddenly remembered the movie, Death Race which I watched with my frens the day before. "SUBSCRIBE TO ALL 3 STAGES FOR ONLY $250!". Ok, better stop here else all of u who didnt watch it will be lost. Can ady see the question marks on the head of most of u all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today was my uni's Convo Fair.  Digi set up a booth at the square along with lots of other  shops that came from ipoh. Guess what? Right behind Digi's booth was Celcom's booth. "Then Digi and Celcom supporters started throwing rocks and cursing each other until riots broke out among Digi users and Celcom users. Maxis users were cheering them on, lighting fires everywhere....for fun." Wish i could say that and make my blog more exiting but that didn't happen. None of it; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terms and conditions apply&lt;/span&gt;. Wonder why Maxis didnt set up any booths eh? Too strong in UTP ady I guess. In the end, it was another HOT and day in the afternoon, and rainy but busy at nite. Would have been much busier if not for the rain though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the more exciting things we did at Convo Fair; running around like madd ppl while carrying a BIG surfing like banner, played some fun games with the crowd and hey, even met Tun Dr. Mahathir himself. Even better, gave a Digi D'Campus flyer to his wife, Datin Siti Hasmah. Lol. Wats she gonna with it? hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Option 1&lt;/span&gt;: Be a uni student again, make a full body makeover making her look half a century younger, and getting a fake IC stating she's younger than 25 yrs old; just to use this plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Option 2:&lt;/span&gt; Read it and recommend to her grandchildren to get a very cheap plan coz their family is so poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Option 3:&lt;/span&gt; Pretend to be interested and throw it in the dustbin after walking 25 meters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls poll in your answers. Be a good blogger and contribute to blog polls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://poll.pollcode.com/2Py1"&gt;&lt;table style="width: 400px; height: 232px; color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" bg="" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;What is Datin Sri Hasmah gonna do with the br&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;ochure?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;input name="answer" value="1" type="radio"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Make a full body makeover making her look half a century younger, getting a fake IC to use DCampus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;input name="answer" value="2" type="radio"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Read it and recommend to her grandchildren to get a very cheap plan coz their family is so poor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;input name="answer" value="3" type="radio"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Pretend to be interested and throw it in the dustbin after walking 25 meters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;input name="answer" value="4" type="radio"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;All of the above and contradict urself by choosing all 3 coz u have nothing better to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;input value="Vote" type="submit"&gt;  &lt;input name="view" value="View" type="submit"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="right" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s:&lt;/span&gt; No harm was intended in publishing this post. So all u government officials when reading this post pls do not report me or I might be detained in ISA....... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terms and conditions apply&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SLTZZ4H4whI/AAAAAAAAADk/FIgxWclnefY/s1600-h/23082008628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SLTZZ4H4whI/AAAAAAAAADk/FIgxWclnefY/s320/23082008628.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239051305124151826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's that big surfing banner with some of the Yellow Armies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SLTZaGMNteI/AAAAAAAAADs/GE6csRQBATU/s1600-h/DSC00712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SLTZaGMNteI/AAAAAAAAADs/GE6csRQBATU/s320/DSC00712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239051308900398562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our ex-PM with Barney; as in the name of my friend, not the purple dinosour, in the background (yellow shirt with specs).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, another week passed by where I felt that nothing really big happened. However, was grateful that it was not spent on staying in my room dota-ing all day long as well. Cheers =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2606357881611884068-6839732496714975587?l=jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/feeds/6839732496714975587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2606357881611884068&amp;postID=6839732496714975587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/6839732496714975587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2606357881611884068/posts/default/6839732496714975587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonandersonraj.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-day-working-as-digi-yellow-army.html' title='Another day working as a Digi Yellow Army'/><author><name>Jason Anderson Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01274106958667557773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfTqXI8ttNA/Tg6G70kIQyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Meq2wsnPo2g/s220/187689_725442270_6323747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SLTZZ4H4whI/AAAAAAAAADk/FIgxWclnefY/s72-c/23082008628.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606357881611884068.post-1382474692091218857</id><published>2008-08-20T00:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:04:49.615+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Headache -.- Reminiscence as a teacher</title><content type='html'>Having a headache now, trying to take my mind off this pain for a while so here i am again. sometimes when im having a headache, kinda like to reminisce (think back) bout something happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll here's my experience being a Form 1 teacher during the last semester break. My 1st job and its being a teacher, wonder where that came from eh. Blood pressure straight shot up even before i went to the classroom. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, here's the short version of it, the 1st month of my hols was spend in Ipoh, KL, and hanging out with my frens. then, my father suggested me to be a temporary teacher for 1  month before going bk to my university. Kinda hesitated at 1st, but then told myself, "wat the hell, whats the worst that could happen?" And WALAAA....got the job in a few days. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s if ur curious as to how i got the job, my father works at Jabatan Pendidikan, so he knows a few teachers here n there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually thought of going to my former sec. schoo. All i had to do was to sit in as a Japanese teacher and face student whom some i knew, teaching them nthg, coz i dont know Jap at all. Imagine me, a Chindian (chinese + indian) going to a classroom, sitting in as a Japanese languange.... Now i feel more weird, not knowing Mandarin, Tamil, and now Japanese as well. (sigh)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats not the most frightening part tho, imagine me walking to my desk as a teacher, seeing all my former teachers, now being their collegues! OMG! Still remembering my Bio teacher, who also taught me Science in Form3. The 1st day of my Form5 when i entered her class, she ady pointed me out from the rest coz i was always lazy to do my portfolio when i was in Form 3, and my handwriting i quote her "Macam cakar ayam".... -_- well, lets not divert from the story here. In the end, i decided not to go to my former school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, i went to this 1 school, SMK P**** J*** &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a.k.a Pusat Jenayah to some of the teachers and students there&lt;/span&gt;. Lets say it wasn't the best school in Kuching, but it wasnt that bad as well. I was assigned to be a Maths Form 1 teacher. SOOOO relieved..... Much more prefer Maths than any other subj to be taught, much3x more easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first class i entered was noisy.... and thats about it. the student were... Form 1. So their a bit playful at times, espc with a younger and more innocent looking teacher like me (ehem2). The other classes were almost the same, some better, some a bit more noisier. I had pity for some of the Chinese students there, since they could neither understand English nor Malay. They can understand a lil bit of Malay, but not much. I usually explain in both languages, but since i cant explain in Chinese, we'll i hope they understand numbers and examples. The others were quite ok, some knew English and/or Malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few days with the teachers were quite awkward but then..... when i started talking to some of the younger teachers, i found out they were there as replacement teachers only, just their stay was a bit more longer, 6 months or more, while waiting for another job. Then i knew their wild side. Didnt knew teachers went CLUBBING! The next week ady went clubbing with a couple of them. The next week ady went clubbing with a couple of them.  Didnt know how difficult it was to go out clubbing when ur a teacher, imagine running into a student at the club! LOL! Anyways, go clubbing just to chill out and relax la, nthg much oso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SKr2W3WWraI/AAAAAAAAADU/5BjGFSAph_s/s1600-h/DSC00620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZdcJoO2AOk/SKr2W3WWraI/AAAAAAAAADU/5BjGFSAph_s/s320/DSC00620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236268389446888866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;At Victoria's Arm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apart from that, they were pretty 
