<?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-1098144965408668275</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:22:48.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retired Speed Junkie...</title><subtitle type='html'>Life and times of a retired underground car freak...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Davy / Miton / Xlurpee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009451083981096561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SYuvPYmpu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BrBwU5HbQbY/S220/06122008095.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098144965408668275.post-5454233666879584047</id><published>2010-03-09T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T23:38:13.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is getting ridiculous...</title><content type='html'>I did not sign up or this. Nor did i wanted this to happen. Best part is it's out of my control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know...i neglected this blogging space, my ranting room for a very....very long time. Yeah yeah as usual i'll try to post something interesting next time. But bear with me on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, come and go. Families...also come and go. Worst case is they did go...forever and will never see them again. I've lost a good number of friends due to many reasons. First it's those stupid stunts like illegal racing and fell off the flyover, rammed the divider, collided with another vehicle...overturned, crashed and burned...and one managed to wrap his car into the tree. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's the personal and emotional case. Last year one of my close friend took his own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now? it's old age. or health problems. Heart attack. Stroke. Cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, 2 more (yes...2 in the span of 6 hours!) has returned to god. This is the first time that i have to rush to 2 different place to attend a funeral. And the feeling is not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean picture this. It's hard to accept that one of us in the circle has passed away. To accept the fact that 2 of them in which one of them is my own cousin has left is too much to bear myself. Life has been very fragile and it really takes a toll into your emotional being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be more to come. one by one. and we have to be strong to acknowledge that nothing last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am i trying to say in the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherish yourself. Cherish life itself. Knowing that you had fun, and trying to remember that you and the person going away enjoyed the time of your lives hanging out together makes the pain easier to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is some sort of out of body experience, i would bet with you that the person going away for good would not want to see his or her friends, family and loved one wailing and crying their lungs out. He or she would want them to cherish the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have problems emotionally, get someone to talk about it. No matter how embarrassing it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If finance is your worry...come on. Look at your facebook friends. if you have 300 of them, ask them RM10 each. That would be quite a sum...right? Like me...if i have some emergency, i guess 90% of my 300 over facebook friends could chip in right? so that makes...er...RM 3000? am i right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU HAVE HEALTH PROBLEMS, GET IT CHECKED~! THAT'S WHAT HEALTH INSURANCE IS FOR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have a condition i.e. high blood pressure, eat your bloody pills and watch your intake on food, cigarettes, alcohol and your lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you lost your job...aiyo. look at the classifieds. Hundreds of jobs waiting. Don't be choosy and want heaven and earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you drive like a mad fucker on the road...pipe down or you end up like one of my friends on my 3rd paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...did i cover all topics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dear friends...What friends are for? What family members are for? Why you want to die early for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i just wonder at the magical ways god works the world...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098144965408668275-5454233666879584047?l=xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/feeds/5454233666879584047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-getting-ridiculous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/5454233666879584047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/5454233666879584047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-getting-ridiculous.html' title='This is getting ridiculous...'/><author><name>Davy / Miton / Xlurpee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009451083981096561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SYuvPYmpu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BrBwU5HbQbY/S220/06122008095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098144965408668275.post-4012815314688682784</id><published>2009-08-19T11:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T11:22:29.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do not let your guard down while surfing online</title><content type='html'>Almost everyone i know has a Facebook account. Even auntie who runs a restaurant has one (case in point, a shoutout to Auntie Jenny from Langkawi who runs a delicious seafood restaurant)and the best part is, some of my superior even has a Facebook account. My CEO from my secondary work (Sepang Circuit) has one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a matter of time before this case will happen to you. So whatever it is, keep it to yourself if something happens in the company, or personal comments about someone in the company. I warned you...or else... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/Sotu4N8uaEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/mO8XxALvnN4/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/Sotu4N8uaEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/mO8XxALvnN4/s320/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371508892665538626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098144965408668275-4012815314688682784?l=xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/feeds/4012815314688682784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-not-let-your-guard-down-while.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/4012815314688682784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/4012815314688682784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-not-let-your-guard-down-while.html' title='Do not let your guard down while surfing online'/><author><name>Davy / Miton / Xlurpee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009451083981096561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SYuvPYmpu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BrBwU5HbQbY/S220/06122008095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/Sotu4N8uaEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/mO8XxALvnN4/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098144965408668275.post-3378604269653662786</id><published>2009-07-14T16:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T18:05:08.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're going backwards!!! back to BM for Maths and Science??? WTF!!!</title><content type='html'>There's tons of comments, critics and also feedback from people all over Malaysia. I'll spare you my thoughts about it as what's done is done. There's no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just...in a simple way of describing the possible consequences, just look at the Japanese. Half of them cant speak proper English to save their lives moreover...they could even make a joke out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...in a lighter note...maybe in 5 years time we can do the same type of story for Malaysian TV Show too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4hPQzroonko&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4hPQzroonko&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098144965408668275-3378604269653662786?l=xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/feeds/3378604269653662786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/07/were-going-backwards-back-to-bm-for.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/3378604269653662786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/3378604269653662786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/07/were-going-backwards-back-to-bm-for.html' title='We&apos;re going backwards!!! back to BM for Maths and Science??? WTF!!!'/><author><name>Davy / Miton / Xlurpee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009451083981096561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SYuvPYmpu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BrBwU5HbQbY/S220/06122008095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098144965408668275.post-8053814962843412800</id><published>2009-06-05T18:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T19:00:51.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to de-stress out of the hassle in Sepang's Race Control</title><content type='html'>Heard this during the driver's briefing by my Clerk Of the Course (COC) this afternoon...never fail to crack me up everytime we thought about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CoC : After the red light situation, all cars must keep a single file and drive to the red line at the front straight. No mechanics are allowed to go into the track and touch the car until we sound the buzzer to indicate that the mechanics can proceed to the track and work on their respective cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One international driver asked the CoC:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so when can the mechanics can work on the car when the buzzer sounds?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CoC : When i use my finger and push the buzzer button, it will sound. Then only your mechanics can proceed to track and work on your car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL....nice one...Jeff. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098144965408668275-8053814962843412800?l=xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/feeds/8053814962843412800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/06/something-to-de-stress-out-of-hassle-in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/8053814962843412800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/8053814962843412800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/06/something-to-de-stress-out-of-hassle-in.html' title='Something to de-stress out of the hassle in Sepang&apos;s Race Control'/><author><name>Davy / Miton / Xlurpee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009451083981096561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SYuvPYmpu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BrBwU5HbQbY/S220/06122008095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098144965408668275.post-6888841145107410627</id><published>2009-06-05T08:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T08:46:17.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old time's sake galore...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SihqkltVnXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IWviJ3KreKI/s1600-h/mme08_012_pit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SihqkltVnXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IWviJ3KreKI/s320/mme08_012_pit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343638134705200498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a reunion here in Sepang Circuit. Rekindle 'relationships' with old friends who happen to race here this weekend for Sepang 1000km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This event is great for grassroots and even for budget racers. Some made it into the last minute with just barely enough moolah to race. Good to know you guys still got the fire in your hearts...for the love of motorsports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished i could be there mixing it with you guys...but alas...too heavy to race. LOL :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to all of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098144965408668275-6888841145107410627?l=xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/feeds/6888841145107410627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/06/old-times-sake-galore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/6888841145107410627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/6888841145107410627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/06/old-times-sake-galore.html' title='Old time&apos;s sake galore...'/><author><name>Davy / Miton / Xlurpee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009451083981096561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SYuvPYmpu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BrBwU5HbQbY/S220/06122008095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SihqkltVnXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IWviJ3KreKI/s72-c/mme08_012_pit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098144965408668275.post-279032626073993569</id><published>2009-05-16T11:33:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T11:53:30.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP NBE 6942...it's been a great 3 months together...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/Sg40iVaNtxI/AAAAAAAAACE/IAT6V08K25E/s1600-h/13042009653.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/_OKFkR9eDdxA/Sg40iVaNtxI/AAAAAAAAACE/IAT6V08K25E/s320/13042009653.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336260372947908370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/Sg40UhNHweI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tltsurTUhQo/s1600-h/13042009652.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/_OKFkR9eDdxA/Sg40UhNHweI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tltsurTUhQo/s320/13042009652.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336260135596048866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with my 3 months old Rims and Tyres (Goodyear Eagle F1 GSD!!!) and my 3 months old CD Player, Speakers, Tinting...ARGHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is, I've been T-boned by a drunk driver! Fucking Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the insurance adjustors have estimated the damage, the deemed it is beyond economical repair and offered a paltry sum of RM 19,000 only for a car i bought at RM 23,000 just 3 months ago. HELLO??? it's a UK Spec-ed AirBagged 1.5 MANUAL!!!! ARGHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the appeal already. Hoped to get a better offer from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still...i'm going to sue the other party's insurance for other damages like loss of use, and also my medical bill. I got injured and was admitted for a night to be safe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/Sg42GgVCRTI/AAAAAAAAACk/t74JVGU7TxM/s1600-h/07102008026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/Sg42GgVCRTI/AAAAAAAAACk/t74JVGU7TxM/s320/07102008026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336262093865895218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/Sg41-dZ4o9I/AAAAAAAAACc/9qoOCpPo03c/s1600-h/12042009647.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/_OKFkR9eDdxA/Sg41-dZ4o9I/AAAAAAAAACc/9qoOCpPo03c/s320/12042009647.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336261955641975762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/Sg411iFOPyI/AAAAAAAAACU/DYjd0f6D5Yw/s1600-h/12042009651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/Sg411iFOPyI/AAAAAAAAACU/DYjd0f6D5Yw/s320/12042009651.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336261802278666018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/Sg41t4CJlGI/AAAAAAAAACM/xXwNmR9g-C0/s1600-h/12042009646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/Sg41t4CJlGI/AAAAAAAAACM/xXwNmR9g-C0/s320/12042009646.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336261670732403810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/Sg42h2GZjjI/AAAAAAAAACs/0lxZW9UQxRw/s1600-h/12042009645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/Sg42h2GZjjI/AAAAAAAAACs/0lxZW9UQxRw/s320/12042009645.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336262563566554674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holes and spots in my arm are actually glass shards and also the impact from the AirBag when the asshole T-Boned me...the feeling when they apply some type of anti-septic that foams when in contact with blood...WOOHOO....priceless...and fucking painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish the fella who was drunk to enjoy the same torment i had in the hospital!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wished that we cut up one hole in his ass...and pour the whole anti-septic into his wound!!! that would be great...hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...sorry for the late update as this happened last month in Ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm looking for a replacement car...so if anyone got another UK Spec Wira 1.5M Aeroback with 2 AirBags for sale, please inform me. heheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or anyone decides to sell their Wira SE also possible...but manual only ar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098144965408668275-279032626073993569?l=xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/feeds/279032626073993569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/05/rip-nbe-6942its-been-great-3-months.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/279032626073993569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/279032626073993569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/05/rip-nbe-6942its-been-great-3-months.html' title='RIP NBE 6942...it&apos;s been a great 3 months together...'/><author><name>Davy / Miton / Xlurpee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009451083981096561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SYuvPYmpu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BrBwU5HbQbY/S220/06122008095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/Sg40iVaNtxI/AAAAAAAAACE/IAT6V08K25E/s72-c/13042009653.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098144965408668275.post-2485439290743917904</id><published>2009-05-14T11:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T11:23:23.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some myths about Flat Screens...Plasma Vs. LCD....BUSTED!</title><content type='html'>Despite plasma’s superior picture quality and lower large screen pricing, many tech writers like New York Times columnist David Pogue who recently wrote that plasma is “on the way out,” consider it a dying technology.  Are they correct?  Or are they in need of a fact transfusion? To get the answer, the HD Guru® asked for input from executives of the three plasma panel makers: LG, Samsung and Panasonic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are the questions and the emailed responses, published in their entirety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LG’ s reply is from Tim Alessi, Director of Product Development, LG Electronics USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Pogue of the NY Times recently wrote “it looks like plasma is on the way out”  Does LG concur with his statement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Plasma will continue to be a viable technology for flat-panel displays in the near- to mid-term future. Plasma continues to be the technology of choice for home theater enthusiasts, sports fans and consumers desiring a larger screen size.  These consumers are some of the most discerning, and they appreciate the strengths of plasma such as deeper black levels, rich color reproduction, smooth motion and wide viewing angles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you see the present and future of plasma HDTV technology?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Industry wide, over 60 new models of plasma are being introduced to the market this year.  LG will include some of our newest technology in plasma sets, technology such as advanced design, NetCast Entertainment Access for connection to a wide array of Internet-based content and THX-certified displays.  While its growth has seemed to flatten out in total, plasma continues to show strong demand in large screen sizes.  In 2009, we estimate that plasma will account for more than 40 percent of the 50-inch and larger screen size sales.  That unit volume will probably continue for at least the next 3 ~ 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you doing anything to counter the assertions of the death of plasma HDTV by Pogue, PC Magazine and others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continue to work with our retail partners to promote plasma.  LG is a founding member of the Plasma Display Coalition, which is the voice of the plasma industry to promote its attributes as well as combat misinformation that arises, including some of the outrageous power consumption claims raised by some NGOs (Non Government Organizations-Ed.) and agencies.  The most tangible thing we do to deal with the rumors of plasma’s demise is to keep introducing new and improved products each year, which we expect to continue to do for the foreseeable future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panasonic’s response is from Bob Perry, Executive Vice President, Panasonic Consumer Electronics Company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In today’s world, there are two primary display technologies used in televisions – LCD and PDP.  LCD’s, which have used in displays for decades, and a newer technology – Plasma, which has been available for about 10 years in commercial quantities for televisions.  And both are doing quite well, and Panasonic produces televisions with both technologies.  LCD’s, as a mature technology are manufactured by a number of manufacturers, both large and small.  And recent strong worldwide growth in LCD television sales has been primarily fueled by the transition from CRTs.  So, from Panasonic’s standpoint, how do we view the market for these display technologies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We clearly see in the industry numbers that LCD growth, particularly in the US market, has leveled off, and it’s growth rate is slower than the growth rate of PDP.  PDP, used principally in larger displays, continues to show growth as consumers in the US shift to larger displays (50’+), and as PDP, a fairly immature technology from a cost perspective, continues to show improved cost effectiveness.   We expect this trend to continue.  We expect larger PDP televisions to be marketed, and we expect to see continued improvements in cost effectiveness, particularly in larger screen sizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terms of the worldwide output capacity of LCD and PDP, both are growing.  PDP has been historically manufactured in high volume by three companies, and this situation is the overall market today.  None of the these companies has indicated any intention or plan to reduce PDP output capacity, and Panasonic specifically will be bringing a new PDP factory on line later this year, and a new LCD factory later next year.  We believe both technologies offer unique benefits and performance characteristics, and will be produced in high-quantity for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plasma is clearly not on the way out, the future is bright and growing, and fortunately, consumers research and buy what they like, what their neighbors own, and what makes sense to them from a value perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samsung’s response is from John Revie, Senior Vice President of Visual Display Marketing, Samsung Electronics America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plasma is an important part of the Flat Panel industry, representing approximately 30% of the 40”+ market and 50% of the 50”+ market.  Plasma TVs provide the consumer great picture performance and value. As such we will remain committed to this technology and continue to make capex (Capital Expeditures-Ed.)and R&amp;D investments to improve our production capability and product design.  We believe with the current manufacturers in the industry and the picture/performance of the technology, consumer’s confidence in the technology will remain strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 2009, Samsung is introducing six new high performance Plasma TVs that feature better picture quality, slimmer and lighter design as well as advanced connectivity to content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•     New, brighter, higher contrast with our new “E-panel.”  Plasma TVs using this new panel meets Energy Star standards for active power ratings without sacrificing picture quality.&lt;br /&gt;•     New slimmer and lighter weight design across the entire line up.  The depth of the new 8 Series is 1.2”, a huge decrease over the 4 inches of 2008 models.  All other series feature a reduced depth of 2.9 inches.&lt;br /&gt;•     Step models feature our new 24p Cinema Smooth that eliminates judder on 24p BP sources and 24p Satellite Channels&lt;br /&gt;•     Improved contrast and lower reflection Ultra-Filterbright and Ultra-Filterbright PLUS on mid and step models&lt;br /&gt;•     Content Connectivity – Suite of Medi@2.0 features (USB 2.0 Media, wireless DLNA, Internet@TV- Content Service and Content Library) will bring a new avenue for entertainment and multimedia experiences on Samsung’s 2009 plasma TVs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are committed to delivering on superior quality, energy efficiency and innovative features in our Plasmas line to keep us positioned as a leading brand in the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source : http://hdguru.com/is-plasma-dead-samsung-panasonic-and-lg-answer/422/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098144965408668275-2485439290743917904?l=xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/feeds/2485439290743917904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-myths-about-flat-screensplasma-vs.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/2485439290743917904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/2485439290743917904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-myths-about-flat-screensplasma-vs.html' title='Some myths about Flat Screens...Plasma Vs. LCD....BUSTED!'/><author><name>Davy / Miton / Xlurpee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009451083981096561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SYuvPYmpu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BrBwU5HbQbY/S220/06122008095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098144965408668275.post-6389051430689931557</id><published>2009-04-24T11:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T11:15:49.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm off up North...way up North.</title><content type='html'>Many would say when they read my title is that i'm off to Ipoh...again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason? My gal's there. But the problem is that she's back in KL for her exams. So i'm not going to be in Ipoh. Would be in Thailand instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every bit of my sane mind would say stay...and spend the weekend with her. God knows i want it badly as we've not met each other for quite some time...9 days to be exact..heheh...but the longest period since we've met each other 5 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...talking about it...today's our 5th month anniversary of us getting hooked up. Yay!... and the "best" part is i'm not around to celebrate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the part of the place that i'm going would not have any riots, or turmoil...or even worse...bloodshed. Should not la...if not i would be stuck there like a group of my friends who were stranded in Phuket a few months ago...and a friend of mine who got stuck in Bangkok during the riots last week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...to my dear...Happy Anniversary. I did not forget...will never forget. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this 5 months brings lots of joy...lots of bliss...lots of love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muaks! :-* X1000000 till you smell smell and caught fire...muahahahahahah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098144965408668275-6389051430689931557?l=xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/feeds/6389051430689931557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-off-up-northway-up-north.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/6389051430689931557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/6389051430689931557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-off-up-northway-up-north.html' title='I&apos;m off up North...way up North.'/><author><name>Davy / Miton / Xlurpee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009451083981096561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SYuvPYmpu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BrBwU5HbQbY/S220/06122008095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098144965408668275.post-859653521632317445</id><published>2009-04-08T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:48:59.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I Choose Beer? or should i choose woman?</title><content type='html'>While most people will juggle both together, some will give up drinking beer alltogether, some can sneakingly take some beer and woman (hee hee!) and some will just go for beer and junk woman off their lives, there are actually some pointers for you guys to decide. Gals...read closely. This is the official guide to decide who men should choose. hehehe... enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each Winner Gets 1 Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A beer is always wet, a woman isn't.&lt;br /&gt;1 point for beer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Beer is horrible when it is hot.&lt;br /&gt;1 point for women!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. An ice cold beer satisfies you.&lt;br /&gt;1 point for beer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you come back home smelling beer, your wife can get angry at you. If you come back home smelling women, your wife will get angry for sure and she might even not talk to you again.&lt;br /&gt;Draw! (well it depends on your point of view...hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 10 beers in a night and then you can't drive. 10 women in one night and you don't have to drive anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;1 point for women! (and i salute the men who did just that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The older beer is, the better.&lt;br /&gt;1 point for beer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Many beers can make you see UFO's. Many women can make you see God!&lt;br /&gt;1 point for women!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you ask yourself how the next woman will be, you're normal. If you ask yourself how the next beer will be, you're alcoholic.&lt;br /&gt;1 point for women!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Removing the sticker off a beer is fun, but removing women's underwear is much better!&lt;br /&gt;1 point for women!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. For a beer you pay taxes.&lt;br /&gt;1 point for women!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If you take a second beer, the first one doesn't get angry.&lt;br /&gt;1 point for beer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. You can always be sure that you're the first one "opening" a beer.&lt;br /&gt;1 point for beer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If you shake a beer, after a while it calms down by itself.&lt;br /&gt;1 point for beer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You know exactly how much a beer costs.&lt;br /&gt;1 point for beer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. A beer doesn't have a mother.&lt;br /&gt;1 point for beer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. You can do it if you want, but beer won't ask you to hug her for half an hour after.&lt;br /&gt;1 point for beer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINAL SCORE: Beer beats women. (9 to 6) Yayyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then hor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a women and are getting angry reading this post, think that a beer wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;Another point for beer! Final score: 10 to 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, credits to &lt;a href="http://allthingsrpossible.blogspot.com/"&gt;angela&lt;/a&gt; for the tasty pasta (honest!) and bringing us to the cheapest beer on sale in Klang Valley...hehehe...at least we found something new about your classmate :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098144965408668275-859653521632317445?l=xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/feeds/859653521632317445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/04/should-i-choose-beer-or-should-i-choose.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/859653521632317445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/859653521632317445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/04/should-i-choose-beer-or-should-i-choose.html' title='Should I Choose Beer? or should i choose woman?'/><author><name>Davy / Miton / Xlurpee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009451083981096561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SYuvPYmpu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BrBwU5HbQbY/S220/06122008095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098144965408668275.post-7528402923920112292</id><published>2009-03-29T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T14:15:00.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Samsons - Kenangan Terindah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku yang lemah tanpamu&lt;br /&gt;Aku yang rentan karena&lt;br /&gt;Cinta yang t’lah hilang darimu&lt;br /&gt;Yang mampu menyanjungku... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selama mata terbuka&lt;br /&gt;Sampai jantung tak berdetak&lt;br /&gt;Selama itu pun aku mampu&lt;br /&gt;Untuk mengenangmu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darimu kutemukan hidupku&lt;br /&gt;Bagiku kaulah cinta sejati...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus :&lt;br /&gt;Bila yang tertulis untukku&lt;br /&gt;Adalah yang terbaik untukmu&lt;br /&gt;Kan kujadikan kau knangan&lt;br /&gt;Yang terindah dalam hidupku&lt;br /&gt;Namun takkan mudah bagiku&lt;br /&gt;Meninggalkan jejak hidupku&lt;br /&gt;Yang t’lah terukirSebagai kenangan yang terindah...&lt;br /&gt;Ahh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Words could not express how i feel now...the only thing i can say is for you to listen to the song, and hope that all of you would understand what am i going through this past few months...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Things happened for a reason. I believe all things in this universe happen for a reason... and for me feeling like shit is one reason that i have not discovered yet....but pne thing's for sure...i will never stop loving her...i will never stop cherishing her...i will never stop showering her all my affection...for you, for us, for the future of us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://%3cobject%20width=%22480%22%20height=%22385%22%3e%3cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http//www.youtube.com/v/G5vzE-kmOd4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22%20value=%22true%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowscriptaccess%22%20value=%22always%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/G5vzE-kmOd4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20allowscriptaccess=%22always%22%20allowfullscreen=%22true%22%20width=%22480%22%20height=%22385%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"&gt;http://&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G5vzE-kmOd4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G5vzE-kmOd4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098144965408668275-7528402923920112292?l=xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/feeds/7528402923920112292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/03/samsons-kenangan-terindah-aku-yang.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/7528402923920112292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/7528402923920112292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/03/samsons-kenangan-terindah-aku-yang.html' title=''/><author><name>Davy / Miton / Xlurpee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009451083981096561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SYuvPYmpu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BrBwU5HbQbY/S220/06122008095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098144965408668275.post-5257903482324132687</id><published>2009-03-24T15:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T16:07:35.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's wrong with me?</title><content type='html'>I woke up and grabbed the phone to call her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a male voice answered the phone : Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paused...and asked : Er...hello...is Jeneft's phone right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The male replied : She's in the bathroom now...who's calling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied as 'selamba' as I am : Oh...just her classmate. Can you ask her to call me back? Davy. you are...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he hang up on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck??? then my mind started to kick into overboost...eh...overdrive mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell is he? how come she's taking a bath while someone answered? i know she's in Ipoh...but...who the fuck is he? I can recognise his brother's voice...not them...cannot be his father...he does not speak fluent English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called her home. auntie answered...apparently she stayed overnight at her friend's house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMSed her : where are you? tried calling you but your friend answered. please call back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i waited...then...beep beep....beep beep....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her SMS : please do not disturb her. she'll call you when she call you. do not reply or call her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i replied : you must be his boyfriend then. Tell her it's urgent. ask her to call me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her reply : yes i am. do not bother her unless it's necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHHHHH...KAYYYYYYYY...nevermind...if this is what she wants then fine with me...fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes later she called :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wake up lor dear....time to go to work lor...." eh...like selamba only...like as if nothing happened one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked : where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At home lor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"okay.....i called you just now but no one answered. thought i want to tell you that i woke up d."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No wor...got meh? you sure you got the right number?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think i got the right one...until a guy answered." "What's going on? what happened in Ipoh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll call you back...i'll call you back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wait...i want some answers!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toot...toot...toot...toot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me mad...i hate people hang up on me!!! I got two timed...hoooo i gotta be PISSED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then...the phone ringed again...it's from her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear...wake up lor!!!!!!!!! dont laze around the bed...faster wake up!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i woke up...from a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i prepared myself to go to work...i was wondering...why all these weird dreams? the first nightmare was worse...much worse than this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i too afraid to lose her after she graduates and moves back to her hometown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i holding on too tight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i just worried too much about stuffs that lead me into this nightmare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHH.... i got meetings, trainings, convention and product launch to handle...i cant be stuffed with this shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it got into the better of me...and i broke down again. for a moment! but i'm fine now...i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH....come to think of it...you guys think it's really happening leh...hehehheheheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes dreams are so true....especially wet ones :P~ hehehe....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098144965408668275-5257903482324132687?l=xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/feeds/5257903482324132687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-wrong-with-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/5257903482324132687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/5257903482324132687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-wrong-with-me.html' title='What&apos;s wrong with me?'/><author><name>Davy / Miton / Xlurpee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009451083981096561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SYuvPYmpu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BrBwU5HbQbY/S220/06122008095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098144965408668275.post-6841463349989819412</id><published>2009-03-13T14:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T14:35:58.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to do? all alone? nowhere to go? Why dont you check this out? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The students of the Performance Strategy in the Western Theater of the University of Malaya will be presenting a play by Kuo Pao Kun titled Descendants of the Eunuch Admiral at Perdanasiswa, UM, on the 25th and 26th of March at 7pm. The same play will be staged on both days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/object3/1353/61/s68107173551_624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 225px;" src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/object3/1353/61/s68107173551_624.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/DAVYWONG/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Descendants of the Eunuch Admiral tells the story of Zheng He or Cheng Ho, the famed Eunuch Admiral of the Ming dynasty. The play is a blend of little episodes of Zheng He's life and the true identity of a eunuch in the ancient China. Moving from Zheng He's castration to his attaining of fame, his adventures and explorations to his search for freedom, The Descendants of the Eunuch Admiral is a sophisticated, humorous, and thought-provoking work.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ATTN: Ideal for those searching for the missing parts of their lives.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tickets sell at RM3 each. To obtain the tix, kindly contact 012-3819101 or email yingoying@gmail.com for more information. Get the tix ASAP before they are sold out and don't forget to invite your friends to tag along! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098144965408668275-6841463349989819412?l=xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=68107173551&amp;ref=mf' title='Nothing to do? all alone? nowhere to go? 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Why dont you check this out? :)'/><author><name>Davy / Miton / Xlurpee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009451083981096561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SYuvPYmpu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BrBwU5HbQbY/S220/06122008095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098144965408668275.post-2039243062091634018</id><published>2009-03-10T17:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:23:30.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Miss Tey...here you go :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;To &lt;a href="http://alwaysathinkerthenadoer.blogspot.com/"&gt;Someone&lt;/a&gt; who wants me to repost this into blogspot... here you go. It's a 2 year old blog anyway...hope it will enlighten you further to the bright side... :P And thanks for your remarks in your blog :) i really did not know i really made a big impact just by observation hehe :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Say there is someone you feel totally comfortable with, can identify with in every way, connect with mentally and emotionally, you can talk with him about anything, he cares for you, you care for him etc. Yet you absolutely cannot imagine yourself having sex with him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While another guy, who isn’t nearly as close to you in that sense. But each time he is around, you feel that... spark, that not-entirely-innocent tingle, either based on his looks/attitude/charisma/sexy butt/whatever personally catches your attention in a man…and make you skip a heartbeat sometimes when he smiles at you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is the first guy someone you have a platonic friendship with, and the second someone whom you would want to have a relationship with? Or is the first someone you would want to have a relationship with, and the second merely eye-candy, someone you lust over but that’s about it?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Well, I have rambled about this before to my gal friends, guy friends, ex girlfriends, and old uncle with lots of Chinese Imported Girlfriends, and came to some conclusions that some people are better off as friends and some as lovers. Guys, especially those who are still a blur sotong, TAKE NOTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also feel that, most guys I know fell into these 4 categories…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Those who are friends and evolved into relationship because you suddenly cared and love them more than ever, and you cant stop the feeling as it comes naturally for both of you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Those who are casual friends and immediately felt an attraction/feeling with each other. You know, sparks fly, fireworks in the air…those things la&lt;br /&gt;3. Those who just met, but immediately felt a connection between the two. Example, both have same interest, same opinion, and then in an hour or two, starts talking about their life and opinions.&lt;br /&gt;4. Those who just met, but felt a connection later on…this one…normal la.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its also one of the things that i find it dumbstruck too. There are quite a number of reasons out there (if you analyse it logically and not emotionally) and characteristics which some deem more suitable for platonic friendship and some for relationship/lust/flings/affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s strange is, when u see a set of factors/characteristic working as the base of attraction for someone they like, but it does not become the base for another person (same girl playing the tricks and strategies on a different guy)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;When there's no chemistry, there's no chemistry. U can't fake a spark or make it happen. You can’t force yourself to be in the same wavelength as her. There's not enough information about the second guy to make a comparison, however the second guy definitely has higher chances as sexual attraction is very important. If you are not attracted to someone, no matter how nice he is, it just won't happen. Guys, you can actually pack up and leave if she say she cant imagine having a relationship with you. But…to some sesat/blur sotong/indecisive/dunno who to choose gals, it doesn't mean he just packs up and goes, the gal will give it some time and see how first… to see if she really can see a future with him or not. BUT, if really cannot, really cannot lor..what to do..too bad so sad...hahahhahahaha… LOL…guys, this will be a very testing time for you. Then, it is up to you whether to continue pursuing her, or really pack up, leave and never come back (most important. DO NOT GO BACK TO WHERE YOU HAVE BEEN HURT BEFORE) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Tough eh to understand women? Hehe…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Well, basically there are several things required to 'connect' with a person in a special way, right? Personally, I think these are the three for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mental connection. Understanding her completely and having basically the same mindsets and thinking along the same 'wavelength', accepting each other as we are without pretense, sharing our deepest darkest thoughts, etc… well the least I need from her is an unbreakable connection of same wavelengths and non-stop communication without thinking for a second, what should I talk about next? It should be freehand which we are able to talk about anything under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Emotional dependence aka romance/commitment. That feeling of happiness whenever you're with her (NOT sexual related), waiting for her calls or SMS, keeping and re-reading her messages over and over, thinking of her damn fucking lot that it almost takes most of your day dreaming time, willing to sacrifice to help her or make her happy, to happily help her out and give her a hand when she’s stuck with her work/assignments/studies. And…to become the so called pizza delivery boy if she’s hungry and got the urge to eat this la that la…or go buy some of her favourite cookies or snacks. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;3. Sexual attraction aka lust. Well.. no need to describe that lah. But there’s another one argument. Some will think that in order to be serious in a relationship, I got friends who says that if you really like her, sex should not be in one of your imaginations. In fact, I got a friend who says that sex is the least in his mind when he’s going after a particular gal. YES, TRUE, I agree. But…don’t you think that if you say so, it will become just a platonic friend and wont go more than that remember? ( READ MY FIRST PARAGRAPH! ) Dumb ass… LOL…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I’m cruel especially to the fellas who whine to me about relationships. So to all who are still single, and being pursued or pursuing someone you like, think about it. i personally partly agree with this statement which is quite true, but the fact remains that sometimes the love is pure, you wont imagine sex as one of the factors, but the sad fact remains that there is a very thin line bordering love and lust. if you think about imagining how sex will shoot through the roof and over the moon with the other half, it's lust. If you never think that sex will play an important role in your relationship, and sometimes you think having sex with your other half goes with happy times, then it's somewhat true love lor. but if you can never imagine having sex with her no matter what, and the thought of it sickens you, sorry lah...51% of the chances are that you will never hit it off with her. BUT, why i say 51% only?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;The reason is that i have known quite a number of friends that has been emotionally hurt by their ex boyfriends. The thought of sex really sickens her especially when she thinks about how her ex treated her. Even if she has a new relationship, the past continues to haunt her. Yes, he's amazing and much better than the bastard but she will back off on the intimacy because of the bad past and she will need time to heal her broken confidence. I do agree sex plays a part of the relationship, but then i have exes who practises abstinence before marriage. That's cool with me...there's other ways. =)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;So to all who are pursuing someone whether a gal or a boy or same sex, remember this. If you really cant imagine being intimate (i think this is the best phrase to describe it) with the person who is pursuing you, back off and be frank with them. If you are unsure, simple. Write down in a piece of paper, the name of the person who first came into your mind when:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;dir style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;dir&gt; &lt;p&gt;you need help on your work&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;you want to go out with on a date for any events&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;you want to tell your happy or sad moments &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;you're angry and want to vent out on someone&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;when you wake up&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;before you sleep&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;when you see something nice on the telly, shopping complex, whatever nice and you want to share with a person...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Hehe..i guess that's all for now. Until the next time, best wishes to your family, your health and your life. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098144965408668275-2039243062091634018?l=xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/feeds/2039243062091634018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-someone-who-wants-me-to-repost-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/2039243062091634018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/2039243062091634018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-someone-who-wants-me-to-repost-this.html' title='To Miss Tey...here you go :P'/><author><name>Davy / Miton / Xlurpee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009451083981096561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SYuvPYmpu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BrBwU5HbQbY/S220/06122008095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098144965408668275.post-2697939911885329368</id><published>2009-03-06T14:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:31:03.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SbDOjALw34I/AAAAAAAAABk/zLz_r2R1ZJ4/s1600-h/Depressed_by_goddess09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SbDOjALw34I/AAAAAAAAABk/zLz_r2R1ZJ4/s320/Depressed_by_goddess09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309971061409898370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth: he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so he openeth not his mouth.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resistance to oppression is often based on a love that leads us to value ourselves, and leads us to hope for more than the established cultural system is willing to grant ... such love is far more energizing than guilt, duty, or self-sacrifice. Love for others leads us to accept accountability (in contrast to feeling guilt) and motivates our search for ways to end our complicity with structures of oppression. Solidarity does not require self-sacrifice, but an enlargement of the self to include community with others.&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" name="000294"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The important thing is this: To be able at any moment to sacrifice what we are for what we could become.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Keep your fears to yourself, but share your inspiration with others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kindness trumps greed: it asks for sharing. Kindness trumps fear: it calls forth gratefulness and love. Kindness trumps even stupidity, for with sharing and love, one learns. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SbDQgCaD_kI/AAAAAAAAAB0/I2DX0DY_AT8/s1600-h/DistantCouple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SbDQgCaD_kI/AAAAAAAAAB0/I2DX0DY_AT8/s320/DistantCouple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309973209490390594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The truth is that our finest moments are most likely to occur when we are feeling deeply uncomfortable, unhappy, or unfulfilled. For it is only in such moments, propelled by our discomfort, that we are likely to step out of our ruts and start searching for different ways or truer answers.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The beauty of the world has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Consider the following. We humans are social beings. We come into the world as the result of others' actions. We survive here in dependence on others. Whether we like it or not, there is hardly a moment of our lives when we do not benefit from others' activities. For this reason it is hardly surprising that most of our happiness arises in the context of our relationships with others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Most couples have not had hundreds of arguments; they've had the same argument hundreds of times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do not depend on the hope of results. You may have to face the fact that your work will be apparently worthless and even achieve no result at all, if not perhaps results opposite to what you expect. As you get used to this idea, you start more and more to concentrate not on the results, but on the value, the rightness, the truth of the work itself. You gradually struggle less and less for an idea and more and more for specific people. In the end, it is the reality of personal relationship that saves everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But there is suffering in life, and there are defeats. No one can avoid them. But it's better to lose some of the battles in the struggles for your dreams than to be defeated without ever knowing what you're fighting for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Most things break, including hearts. The lessons of life amount not to wisdom, but to scar tissue and callus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know quite well, deep within you, that there is only a single magic, a single power, a single salvation...and that is called loving. Well, then, love your suffering. Do not resist it, do not flee from it. It is your aversion that hurts, nothing else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In reality, in love there is a permanent suffering which joy neutralizes, renders virtual, delays, but which can at any moment become what it would have become long earlier if one had not obtained what one wanted, atrocious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SbDO0ZcZ-lI/AAAAAAAAABs/KTL3S_ZBuLk/s1600-h/couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SbDO0ZcZ-lI/AAAAAAAAABs/KTL3S_ZBuLk/s320/couple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309971360248363602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To live in this world you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes short again and again, who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause, who at best knows achievement and who at the worst if he fails at least fails while daring greatly so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How is one to live a moral and compassionate existence when one is fully aware of the blood, the horror inherent in life, when one finds darkness not only in one's culture but within oneself? If there is a stage at which an individual life becomes truly adult, it must be when one grasps the irony in its unfolding and accepts responsibility for a life lived in the midst of such paradox. One must live in the middle of contradiction, because if all contradiction were eliminated at once life would collapse. There are simply no answers to some of the great pressing questions. You continue to live them out, making your life a worthy expression of leaning into the light.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear god...why do i feel so depressed, moody and gloomy? Tell me, the end is nigh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098144965408668275-2697939911885329368?l=xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/feeds/2697939911885329368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/03/he-was-oppressed-and-he-was-afflicted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/2697939911885329368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/2697939911885329368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/03/he-was-oppressed-and-he-was-afflicted.html' title=''/><author><name>Davy / Miton / Xlurpee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009451083981096561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SYuvPYmpu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BrBwU5HbQbY/S220/06122008095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SbDOjALw34I/AAAAAAAAABk/zLz_r2R1ZJ4/s72-c/Depressed_by_goddess09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098144965408668275.post-4013158544062142977</id><published>2009-03-02T11:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T12:01:54.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid itchy fingers....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bloody itchy fingers...screwed up my blogspot just because i wanted something different...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my templates to the ones from the web last week as i wanted my site to be different...screwed up as i change endless templates...and i lost almost all my settings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played with the customization bar the whole morning and still the same thing happened...my pictures...my gadgets...Sigh...WTF...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta spend time to RTFM and also to remind my stupid self that i need to back up my stuffs before making any fucking changes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!@#)%(!#@!)#(!@_#^....what a day to start my March with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098144965408668275-4013158544062142977?l=xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/feeds/4013158544062142977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/03/stupid-itchy-fingers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/4013158544062142977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/4013158544062142977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/03/stupid-itchy-fingers.html' title='Stupid itchy fingers....'/><author><name>Davy / Miton / Xlurpee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009451083981096561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SYuvPYmpu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BrBwU5HbQbY/S220/06122008095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098144965408668275.post-2306871882883468586</id><published>2009-02-23T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:08:15.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Trust is all-or-nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;There's no such thing as "don't trust 100%", and there's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;definitely&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; no such thing as "if you don't trust 100%, then if he betrays you, you won't hurt so much". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Either you trust your lover, or you don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this quote from the online forum &lt;a href="http://www.malaysianbabes.net/forum/Love-and-Relationships-f19.html"&gt;Malaysianbabes.net &lt;/a&gt;Actually this site's not bad. Got tips for makeup la, relationship problems la, nightspots la...tons of information for the new generation of gals on the go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...back to topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally agree with this quote. It's either you trust or you dont trust at all. There's no such thing as a half trust...part trust or a bit of trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you trust a person about 50%, what's the other half? suspicion? Sigh...if that's the case it means you still do not really trust him as you still have suspicion on him or her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the real definition should be "i trust the person in a relationship issues, but i do not trust him in his working issues."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's more like it.  A better way to define things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's much clearer and non-ambiguous as "I trust him but i don't really trust him in a way...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...i missed out another point. If you have a green eyed monster lurking in your heart...forget about telling others that you do trust the person in subject. No point saying i trust you when you have been suspicious on that person all the while. Agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : This is not about me and my dear. It's just something i need to tell all of you. No matter what others may say, but this is my point of view. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way... thanks for trusting me dear, and i trust you too. Heee.... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098144965408668275-2306871882883468586?l=xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/feeds/2306871882883468586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/02/trust-is-all-or-nothing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/2306871882883468586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/2306871882883468586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/02/trust-is-all-or-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>Davy / Miton / Xlurpee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009451083981096561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SYuvPYmpu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BrBwU5HbQbY/S220/06122008095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098144965408668275.post-6493617230195405623</id><published>2009-02-18T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T12:37:52.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged Part 2...Hotel California (Live Unplugged) - The Eagles</title><content type='html'>Well...down time's over...let's bounce it up a notch by completing this tag...hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 10 friends.&lt;br /&gt;5. Everyone tagged as to do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;6. Have Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own rules : Due to the fact i have 15 GB of Songs...and because some of them are in Chinese...i will narrow down to about 1GB of English songs in my thumb drive that i listen to in my car currently. Should be fun ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.IF SOMEONE SAYS 'ARE YOU OKAY' YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- Love Me (Accapella) - Janice (hehehe guys have 2 core problems. It's either cash or gal...LOL!!!) -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- Lips of An Angel (Unplugged) - Hinder (Okaaaaaayyyy...the lyrics...LOL...whatever...:P) -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- Just When I Thought I Was Over You - Air Supply (Er...it's true. Just when i thought i'm contended being single...Jeneft popped into my life :P) -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Zombie - The Cranberries (ROFLMAO!!!!! HOW TRUE!!!!! Muahahahah!!!!) - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- So Sick - Ne-Yo (Hehe...Or is it that I'm so sick of listening to love songs and i should have lived the dream and create my own "love song"? hmmm...) -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.WHAT'S YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- When I'm Gone - Simple Plan (I guess that's who i am...not waiting for opportunity, instead going after it...) -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- London Bridge - Fergie (MUahaHahAHahahAHaHAAHAH..... :P :P :P) -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- Breathless - Shane Ward (wow...i did not know my parents love me so much... i thought they're breathless as in wasting their breathes thinking about me...haha...) - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- Love is What We Need - Celine Dion (hee...i admit! Guilty as Charged!!!) -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.WHAT IS 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- Janice (衛蘭)-今夜你不會來 (國語版) &lt;- Translation: Tonight Coming Back or Not? (HAHAHAHHAHA :P) -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Janice (衛蘭) - Superman (LOL!!!!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- Teardrops on My Guitar - Taylor Swift (USED TO BE...NOT ANYMORE NOW :&gt;) -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- Pussy Cat Dolls ft. Snoop Dogg - Buttons (Pushing all the buttons baby...i hope i'm not the telephone operator... heheheheheheh :P) -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- Janice (矫孽) - In Love Again (и硂妓稲) (Cant believe that i'm in love...in love again...hahahaha :&gt;) -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- Just As I Am - Air Supply (You said you want me...just as i am...:&gt;) -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- 4 Minutes - Madonna (Album Version Feat. Justin Timberlake And Timbaland) (hey hey...yo baby...gimme 4 minutes of your groove...throw the rose into my grave and move on with life!!!) -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- With You - Chris Brown (eh?....) -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- Every Woman In The World - Air Supply (Can i NOT COMMENT on this? hahahhahahaha) -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Me &amp;amp; You (Remix) - Cassie Feat. Ray J (er...can i ALSO NOT COMMENT on this? :P) -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- I'm yours - Jason Mraz (yes dear...i'm yours...:&gt;) -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- I Kissed a Girl - Katy Perry - (Duh....) -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- Hotel California (Live Unplugged) - The Eagles (hey hey..hahaha...:P) -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah...wont be tagging anyone...but it managed to help me kill some time in the office...heheheh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098144965408668275-6493617230195405623?l=xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/feeds/6493617230195405623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged-part-2hotel-california-live.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/6493617230195405623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/6493617230195405623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged-part-2hotel-california-live.html' title='Tagged Part 2...Hotel California (Live Unplugged) - The Eagles'/><author><name>Davy / Miton / Xlurpee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009451083981096561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SYuvPYmpu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BrBwU5HbQbY/S220/06122008095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098144965408668275.post-9110903308558358798</id><published>2009-02-17T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T13:46:05.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g151/houseofyes15/depressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 431px;" src="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g151/houseofyes15/depressed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolted awake by a very disturbing dream this morning. While most of the time I'll just shrug it off and continue making my journey in la-la land...this morning however is a little bit different. I cant get myself back to sleep even though I'm dead tired from yesterday night's excursion. It felt so real...so real that i actually felt depressed and my eyes got so irritated it wet itself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cant be happening to me. Not at this time when everything is picture perfect. To be distracted by something so disturbing now...it dropped me into a very deep hole. Not now...not when I'm coming to grips with the reality that will happen in a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where distance will be the biggest hurdle among us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where time is the most precious item we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even wealth wont change the fact that she's going away after graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And leave me all alone here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be disturbed by that dream really hits me today. I cant concentrate. I cant do this. I need to run away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reality bites me back at my ass...and I'm depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried watching all her videos just now...usually i will smile and giggle at her antics...but today...it got me deeper and deeper into the dark side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so not me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope things will get better once i start to rationalize...i hope...but not now...not today...i hope it will be better tomorrow...i really wished...i prayed...stop hurting me....please...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no more nightmares!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;The music of Rick Price-Heaven Knows that was played on the radio this morning on my way to work made things worse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's always on my mind&lt;br /&gt; From the time I wake up,&lt;br /&gt; Till I close my eyes.&lt;br /&gt; She's everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt; She's all I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And though she's so far away,&lt;br /&gt; It just keeps getting stronger everyday&lt;br /&gt; And even now she's gone&lt;br /&gt; I'm still holding on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So tell me, where do I start&lt;br /&gt; 'Coz it's breakin' my heart&lt;br /&gt; Don't wanna let her go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Maybe my love will come back someday&lt;br /&gt; Only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt; And maybe our hearts will find a way&lt;br /&gt; But only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt; And all I can do is hope &amp;amp; pray&lt;br /&gt; 'Coz heaven knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My friends keep telling me&lt;br /&gt; That if you really love her,&lt;br /&gt; You've gotta set her free&lt;br /&gt; And if she returns in time&lt;br /&gt; I'll know she's mine&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; But tell me, where do I start&lt;br /&gt; 'Coz it's breakin' my heart&lt;br /&gt; Don't wanna let her go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (Repeat Chorus except last line)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'Coz heaven knows&lt;br /&gt; Why I live in despair&lt;br /&gt; 'Coz wide awake or dreamin',&lt;br /&gt; I know she's never there&lt;br /&gt; And all the time I act so brave,&lt;br /&gt; I'm shakin' inside&lt;br /&gt; Why does it hurt me so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://musicalinspirations.com/images/depressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 406px; height: 296px;" src="http://musicalinspirations.com/images/depressed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone, anyone...the person up there...SAVE ME PLEASE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098144965408668275-9110903308558358798?l=xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/feeds/9110903308558358798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/02/jolted-awake-by-very-disturbing-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/9110903308558358798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/9110903308558358798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/02/jolted-awake-by-very-disturbing-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>Davy / Miton / Xlurpee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009451083981096561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SYuvPYmpu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BrBwU5HbQbY/S220/06122008095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098144965408668275.post-7426610016584547747</id><published>2009-02-16T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T11:59:01.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A man's dilemma...and you say we don't understand women =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three famous words a typical gal would usually say to you when you ask her to decide on something. HOW TRUE. =P hahaha lol... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*not referring to you...dear...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;(1) (Whatever)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; Men: What to have for dinner? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; Women: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whatever… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; Men: Why not we have steamboat? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; Women: Don't want la, eat steamboat later got pimples in my face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; Men: Alright, why not have Si Chuan cuisine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; Women: Yesterday ate Si Chuan, today eat again? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; Men: Hmm….. I suggest we have seafood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; Women: Seafood no good la, later I got diarrhea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; Men: Then what you suggest? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; Women: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whatever… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Men : (Banging his testicles left, right and center...*breathes deeply and ask...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;(2) (Anything) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; Men: So what should we do now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; Women: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; Men: How about watching movie? Long time we didn't watch movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; Women: Watching movie no good la, waste time only. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; Men: How about we play bowling, do some exercises? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; Women: Exercise in such hot day? You not feel tire meh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; Men: Then find a café and have drink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; Women: Drink coffee will affect my sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; Men: Then what you suggest? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; Women: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*By this time the man almost want to whack his head to the nearest pillar or vomit blood...while clutching his heart from having a heart attack he asks...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;(3) (You decide)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; Men: Then we just go home lo… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; Women: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You decide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; Men: Let take bus, I will accompany you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; Women: Bus is dirty and crowded. Don't want la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; Men: Ok , we will take Taxi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; Women: Not worth it la…. For such a short distance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; Men: Alright, then we walk lo. Take a slow walk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; Women: What to walk with empty stomach woh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; Men: Then what you suggest? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; Women: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You decide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; Men: Let's have dinner first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; Women: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whatever…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; Men: Eat What? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; Women: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now...who's fault is it in the first place?&lt;/span&gt; sometimes i can get heart attack by just talking to them. hee hee...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhahahahahahahhaha..... LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098144965408668275-7426610016584547747?l=xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/feeds/7426610016584547747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/02/mans-dilemmaand-you-say-we-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/7426610016584547747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/7426610016584547747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/02/mans-dilemmaand-you-say-we-dont.html' title='A man&apos;s dilemma...and you say we don&apos;t understand women =P'/><author><name>Davy / Miton / Xlurpee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009451083981096561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SYuvPYmpu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BrBwU5HbQbY/S220/06122008095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098144965408668275.post-306050715416671061</id><published>2009-02-13T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T12:30:56.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is a big day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tomorrow's going to be a very busy day for me. I got something up  my sleeves for her tomorrow...Hope she like the stuffs i made for her then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know if i could not make it tomorrow, there are other times or other chances, but given our situation in the next few months, if i don't fulfill this promise, i wonder when will the the day i can give my promise. I hope she understand my predicament...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She said it might be too troublesome for me...but for you baby...it's all worth it. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Too many things running in my head now. Let's just wish that everyone enjoys themselves tomorrow then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day to all of you. And to her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098144965408668275-306050715416671061?l=xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/feeds/306050715416671061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/02/tomorrow-is-big-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/306050715416671061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/306050715416671061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/02/tomorrow-is-big-day.html' title='Tomorrow is a big day!'/><author><name>Davy / Miton / Xlurpee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009451083981096561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SYuvPYmpu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BrBwU5HbQbY/S220/06122008095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098144965408668275.post-9168853532085352663</id><published>2009-02-12T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:59:23.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jeneft just told me about her friend's feedback about my new blog layout...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well here's my reaction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Since when it looked like a textbook? mine's inverted colors okay? black background...grey fonts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Okay i do admit that it's quite long...but that's the way i am...talkative...typative..hahahaha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yes yes...i'll try to upload some pictures together with my ramblings for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*How about now...? any improvements?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I welcome any feedback...from all of you. Something you don't like over here, please tell me in my shoutout box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. hahahah... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098144965408668275-9168853532085352663?l=xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/feeds/9168853532085352663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/02/jeneft-just-told-me-about-her-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/9168853532085352663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/9168853532085352663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/02/jeneft-just-told-me-about-her-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Davy / Miton / Xlurpee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009451083981096561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SYuvPYmpu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BrBwU5HbQbY/S220/06122008095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098144965408668275.post-3178353324142092153</id><published>2009-02-11T15:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:15:36.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Original Post : Nov 27 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="icon" width="16"&gt;&lt;img alt="Blog Entry" title="Blog Entry" src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/icons/clean/24x24/journal.png" width="24" height="24" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="cattitle"&gt;&lt;a rel="bookmark" href="http://mitonct26.multiply.com/journal/item/60/Eh_its_still_alive_Muahahahah"&gt;Eh, it's still alive! Muahahahah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="itemsubsub"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;Nov 27, '08  5:51 AM&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for everyone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;Whassup all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;I've been missing in action for almost a year, there seems to be too many things that is happening is my sorry state of life. Near misses and hits on my work, the roller coaster financial turmoil i'm in, and the bloody !@$@%()$*@# plunging stock market is killing my work, the business and also my finances.  ARGH!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;I flipped my car again back in May. Yeah, the same car. This time i whacked down a signboard as well and being charged RM10,000 for replacing the "SLOW DOWN" yellow signboard on the highway. hehe... :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;But the car suffered a different fate. After endless heartache battling with the car to regain it's charm by repairing all the wear and tear parts plus countlessly caressing her back to her glory days of being a nice comfy ride, and gently prepping her for the MACE Car Audio Competition, decked her with new amps that cost me 2 months of my salary, and new equipment that cost me another month's salary, she finally said "To hell with you,  i rather die!" and the insurance company decides to write her off...without considering all the heartaches and tears and also my hard earned money caring for her needs and taking care of her health, she decides to leave me cold here, without a decent car to run around. This world is cruel. Damnit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;On July, i've decided to let go all attachments on relationships especially the one that i'm after for one and a half year and decided to be single. Something happened in this particular month that made me realized that i'm so, so sick and tired of chasing after something that will never happen in near future. Arent relationships supposed to be happy? how come i felt like i regret every single thing i do to her? Well...it pisses you off when everytime you make an effort to be  accepted as a boyfriend, the  respond you get is so dissappointed that you feel is this worth it. Everytime it's the same typical lame answer:  "i'm still not ready" for the past 12 months. Enough is enough. Finally i realized we're not made for each other as i can't imagine being in a relationship with her. Thank god for kicking my senses out of my ass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;On Oct, i was hospitalized for suffering hypertension at a tender age of 30!!! WTF!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;Yes, yours truly has been admitted to hospital 6 days after my birthday. Blood pressure when i was admitted? 213/190. Surprised? hahaha....how do i found out? Simple. One fine morning going to the office as i alighted from my car, blood started dripping out from my nose. non-stop. So, i'm on medication hopefully not for life and living my life like a phobiatic uncle. Less rice, less meat, less fat, take more rest and more sleeping time, less alcohol, less nicotine...wait a minute...all except the other two...wakakakkakaka :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;For the first time in 18 months, i failed to achieve sales my target this month (November). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;But one thing's for sure is going nicely and smoothly and absolutely out of the blue without expected : my love life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;I've met J late last month...31st October to be exact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;She's a part timer for my company's nationwide roadshow and she's a final year student at UM. We met at my branch's roadshow planned for a client who's not even my account. At first i felt there's no need for me to be there but i'll just make an appearance for the other 3 promoters, for my "sister" Zoe,  Fern and Ivy. Since we're buddies. And to thank Zoe for largely playing the part of waking me up back in July.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;How it started? well to be honest both does not have a single clue on what's happening to us.  We just...clicked. No official handshakes, those lame "hi, how are you, nice to meet you" stuffs. We joked, teased during the roadshow and a day after it ended, she got my phone number from Zoe as i refused to give her (thinking that she's one of those who will treat someone nice for the sake of her work) and we started messaging each other. One thing led to another (VIA SMS!!!!) and a few short meetings, without a single date and personal outings, and 3 weeks after we met...sparks fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;I never believed in love at first sight, and neither did she. But things happened so fast i have no control of what's going on. as for her? the only thing she could say is " Davy Wong!!! i thought we agreed to slow down!!! what is going on??? " while hugging my hand and resting her head on my shoulder&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;haha...if i know the answer i would be striking lotteries like crazy and ruled the world...LOL!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;But as we moved on riding this "bullet train", we enjoyed each other's company. chemistry? yupz. feel? yupz. excited and comfortable? yupz. what more can she asked? and what more can i ask for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;She's a newbie in a relationship, i'm a battle scarred veteran with numerous experience with my 4 exes. But, one thing that i'm sure, she's wayyyyyy different than the other 4 exes i was with. And she's much better than them. All of them. This is new to me...and i liked the feeling she radiates out from her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;She touched my heart in many different ways. She's natural in her ways by being herself.  But what i liked the most is the fact that she took the effort to communicate and react in this relationship even though she has her doubts whether or not is this what a girlfriend should do. But because she's innocent and so pure with her intentions, i became myself when i'm with her and i'm very comfortable being myself and her boyfriend and just follow the flow. All in the span of 3 weeks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;Friends say we're going too fast. We did have a mutual understanding that we need to slow down. I mean, the funny thing is when we agreed to slow down we were dumbfounded when we did not even know our full name! but god might be playing tricks with us or maybe he pressed the wrong button...instead of pressing "slow motion" maybe he's high on cordon bleu or royal salute (P/S: God, no pun intended but i guess if you drink, these are your favourites instead of those cheapo black label right? :P) and pressed fast forward. As soon as we agreed to slow down, things picked up from there! After so many relationships, i take everything with a pinch of salt. wait...not a pinch, a bagful of salt! For the other gals, Whatever you say will not have any effect on me...prove it to me and i will believe you. But for her, she innocently attacked my armor and exposed my true self. And indeed, she saw through me that outside that mean, cocky, tough, bad boy attitude, i'm just a normal person waiting for the perfect moment to make an appearance. And she made it happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;That was on Monday. We have a break of 2 weeks as she's back in her hometown now. Maybe this is the arrangement made by god himself after a mistake on the play button..hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;As we're taking a breather now (and missing her terribly!) from all the fast forward motion, I am thinking things. Things i would do once she's back. Things i would do in future for her. Things i would make happen in future. I'm sure she's the one and I will do whatever it takes to make her happy, fulfilled, loved. Maybe it's because of my age, or maybe it's the feeling that says "dont let go of her"...i'm making my plans around her. My career, my life, my finances. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;J...come back soon...i missed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;P/S : As of 9.45pm yesterday, i received a Purchase Order, enough to achieve my sales target...so November is not that bad after all :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098144965408668275-3178353324142092153?l=xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/feeds/3178353324142092153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/02/original-post-nov-27-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/3178353324142092153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/3178353324142092153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/02/original-post-nov-27-2008.html' title='Original Post : Nov 27 2008'/><author><name>Davy / Miton / Xlurpee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009451083981096561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SYuvPYmpu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BrBwU5HbQbY/S220/06122008095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098144965408668275.post-7069895588832393519</id><published>2009-02-11T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:12:41.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Original Post : Jan 22, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;input id="post_form_id" name="post_form_id" value="4d405cbb8c648d2a83581e082f24f745" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div class="note_header"&gt;&lt;div class="note_title_share clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="note_title"&gt;&lt;span&gt;CNY Blues...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="share_and_hide clearfix"&gt;&lt;a onclick="'return" s="4&amp;amp;appid=" 45660924262="" class="share" title="Send this to friends or post it on your profile."&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="byline"&gt;Thursday, January 22, 2009 at 3:42pm &lt;span class="pipe"&gt;|&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/editnote.php?note_id=45660924262"&gt;Edit Note&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="pipe"&gt;|&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=44423474262#" onclick="ask_delete_note(45660924262, 'note_45660924262', 10,1158231806,'CNY Blues...','/note.php?note_id=45660924262', 0); return false;"&gt;Delete&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  Heya peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we reached the end of the week coming to CNY, it seems like there is so much unfinished business for me to complete by this weekend so that I have no worries about work anymore for the CNY week. Yours truly has reached his Business Plan (target), one week ahead of closing date...A new year is a new beginning. I dont want to have last year's backlog haunting me during my holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, this issue will result you neglecting your quality time with your loved ones, be it family or friends or your significant other. Well as some will say, "What to do? you have no choice", or “it’s okay, work is more important”, there are some who will just sulk at the fact that their other half would rather work than spend some time with their loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as we all know, and as everyone will debate about this issue till the cow comes home, money is everything...well close to everything. We’re busy working our ass off just to earn some moolah, and in return, for all the things that we do. Simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a very small example. We need the moolah for CNY right? New clothes, New home appliances, the red packets, the decor, the hairstyle, makeup, accessories, jewellery, service the car, maintain the car, upgrade the in-car entertaintment (ICE), give some for parents...clear all your previous debts from Credit card or friends, the list goes on. Hell, we need moolah to travel also right back to hometown...toll, petrol, service the car before the long journey home or to vacation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; And it also applies to those in love. We need money to come over to pick you up, pay the toll, parking ticket, lunch/dinner/drinks/supper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...and also the occasional stay in hotel for those who stay quite far away from their gf/bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adds up to almost the ultimate conclusion that money is everything right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...it is. But, money cant buy love. money cant buy happiness, money cant buy health, money cant buy your feelings. You can sell your soul to the company you work for by immersing yourself with their workload, fight for the company, die for the company…SiGh…in the end it’s still not your dad’s or your grandfather’s company…you’re still working for a monthly salary also what. Even if you’re promoted to manager level also so what? You still have to spend more time to the company, so that they can justify the salary they give you. Remember…the more they pay you, the more they expect from you. Life is this simple…face the fact that being a manager does not guarantee that you will have better quality of life. Money, yes. Time spent for the family…hmmm…I leave you all to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some who purposely work their ass off for other reason as well. This week I have been working harder than any given day for one single purpose…to stop missing HER more than I can handle now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason? We have never been apart for more than a week since we first met each other. Most out of most is 6 days I think…and now since I will be busy with my sales closing till Friday, and she’s leaving back to her hometown early Saturday, we might miss a chance to meet each other for this week. Tonight I got to run outstation for PR work (CNY gifts to my clients) and tomorrow…Sigh…seems like the inevitable will happen. I’m going to miss her for another 7 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that when reality strikes last week that we might be apart for 12 days, I was crushed. I fumbled myself on the last day of our date last Sunday as I don’t know what to do, how to react…it’s so hard when you’re facing reality and many people would capture the opportunity to enjoy the fullest while it lasted. For someone like me who looks forward…it’s difficult. It’s tough…it’s torturing. Sometimes I just do not know what to SMS her, what to reply, what to talk to on the phone, as I do not want her to worry that I’m missing her…very much. Well at least i did a good job of letting her not to worry bout me...i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole week I have been so into my work, once I saw my bed I just dump myself into it and doze off till the next morning. Unfortunately in the wee hours of this morning I just cant get myself to sleep. Woke up at 3am just now and my mind went blank for the next 8 hours until I decided “what the heck…just type something to drain off some excess adrenaline… and hence…this blog appeared now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading back what did I wrote…Sheesh…what the fuck is this? Hahah…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways…before everyone goes back to their hometown,&lt;br /&gt;Before the highways are jammed,&lt;br /&gt;Before the phone network gets congested,&lt;br /&gt;Before we log off for the CNY weekends and wont be checking out each other’s site for a week,&lt;br /&gt;Before I die of loneliness…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely wish everyone a very Happy and Red Chinese New Year. May the year of the Ox brings good health, happiness, prosperity and wealth to you and also to your family members, oh and of course…to your significant other. Hehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers ya’ll …be back next Thursday…Sigh…gotta work next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098144965408668275-7069895588832393519?l=xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/feeds/7069895588832393519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/02/original-post-jan-22-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/7069895588832393519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/7069895588832393519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/02/original-post-jan-22-2009.html' title='Original Post : Jan 22, 2009'/><author><name>Davy / Miton / Xlurpee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009451083981096561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SYuvPYmpu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BrBwU5HbQbY/S220/06122008095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098144965408668275.post-3095200576051458309</id><published>2009-02-11T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:11:04.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Original Post : Jan 14 2009.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="icon" width="16"&gt;&lt;img alt="Blog Entry" title="Blog Entry" src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/icons/clean/24x24/journal.png" width="24" height="24" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="cattitle"&gt;&lt;a rel="bookmark" href="http://mitonct26.multiply.com/journal/item/64/Progress_Report..."&gt;Progress Report...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="itemsubsub"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;Jan 14, '09 11:36 PM&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for everyone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;It's been 1 month and 3 weeks. 7 weeks of pure bliss...not that we have no down moments but then it's easily resolved and forgiven, and forgotten. To wholeheartedly love someone is to forgive and forget their flaws. Though it seems that i seem to have more flaws than her...i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;In these 7 weeks i made 3 trips to Ipoh. Made a trip each to Cameron and Genting. In these 7 weeks i have made countless trips to various parts of Klang Valley with her. Best part is i clocked 3500Kms on my odometer in 4 weeks. NAF NAF has leaked engine oil on crankshaft oil seal and is hanging on to her dear life. Looks like the 1.8 liter lump needs some TLC soon or it might blow up on me soon...hahaha...:P Been contemplating on a new 4G93 Turbocharged halfcut but i held myself well. Been using 4G63 stroked 2.2 liter Turbo for 3 years...i dont want to go back to those "glory" but painful years of seeing NAF NAF spending half of her life in the workshop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;Well that's not the point. This is for my progress report with Jeneft. Yes, my new Baby gal..my dear... :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;In these 7 weeks we learned quite alot about each other. She slowly revealed her true self and i enjoyed more and more spending time with her. Stuffs that even i guess her friends dont know about. Her behaviour, her actions, her funny faces. As for her, she learned more about me, and sometimes shocked when i reveal about my "dark" past. But she takes it on her stride...getting more grateful even when i told her as she said she's lucky she met me now instead as she could not imagine what will happen if she met me earlier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;But the fact remains that if she did not work for my company for the caravan roadshow, our paths would not cross. We come from very different backgrounds and with our age gap, there wont be any chance that we will meet somewhere else. Well, last sunday we thanked the person who introduced her to the job that landed her the ultimate prize, me. heheh :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;To be honest i have to confess that my 4 exes would kill me and rip me apart if they see how much i cared, love and pamper Jeneft. She asked me before why i pamper her so much compared to the exes, i cant answer. Maybe that's the way i am. Maybe i am myself when i'm with her. Maybe she deserved it as she is the one who saw through me. Maybe i really in love with her. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;I have broke 2 of my relationship principles that i held strongly all this while when i'm with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;First, never to have a relationship with someone who is a first timer in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; It takes alot of patience, understanding and also consideration as a first timer will always test the water she's wading through, and also a first timer would expect the heaven and the impossible as they will always think that a relationship is forever heavenly, blissful and out of this world. Yeah right...the only thing that is out of this world is your temper if you realized that being in a relationship is not up to your expectation. But for her...she just take it as it is. No so called over the roof expectation...and she just enjoyed the company and the time spent together. Best part is that she's not greedy and selfish at first until i mistakenly advised her to. Alamak...now she's getting the hang of it and getting much more greedier...hehehe but i love it. At least she has demands now and that's the challenge i'll fullfill for her. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;Secondly, never to pour out all your love, affection and your feelings in the relationship until the other party does it first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;it's an insurance in the beginning of the relationship so as if it does not work, it wont be too hard to let go, forget and move on with life. Unfortunately on the 3rd week of our relationship i have poured out more than all my 30 years of life have ever did. I have pampered her more than anyone that has been with me. I have to admit i do feel dissapointed when she did not return back the feelings. Reason? she's a first timer! (see? first and second principles are deeply related!) But as time goes by, and by just let the feelings and affections flow, slowly she opened up to me and i can feel her affections to me. Slowly but surely...she's reassuring me that everything's fine and the feeling's mutual. As i said...she's more demanding now. And i liked it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;Well....if you're reading this now, i just like to say that everything i do comes naturally out of my instinct and also my feelings. Yes, i do need to sacrifice for you but i have my valid reasons for it and it's for my own good. You would say that i should'nt, but i think that you deserve every attention given by me for you. Thanks for being so understanding. thanks for the mutual respect and trust we have for each other by giving space for each other's activities...and thank you for loving me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;Thanks for giving me a chance to take care of you, pamper you, protect you. Thank you for being a quick learner and started to return the affections. Thank you for being in my life. I'm grateful that our paths crossed, and thank you for introducing me to your friends and family. Thanks for sticking by me during tough times and during the times at your home. Thanks for giving me another direction in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;Argh...too many words to say, too little brain juice left to describe. i guess i have to update this blog often now or else the overflow of information would fry my tiny little brains...hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;Thank you Jeneft. You complete me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098144965408668275-3095200576051458309?l=xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/feeds/3095200576051458309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/02/original-post-jan-14-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/3095200576051458309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/3095200576051458309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/02/original-post-jan-14-2009.html' title='Original Post : Jan 14 2009.'/><author><name>Davy / Miton / Xlurpee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009451083981096561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SYuvPYmpu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BrBwU5HbQbY/S220/06122008095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098144965408668275.post-8321255537399992797</id><published>2009-02-10T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T13:31:30.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged? I don't know you all are ready for this...</title><content type='html'>25 stuffs you will never know about Xlurpee@Miton@Davy if i do not post it here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Friends in my Zerotohundred, SIOC, TOCM, and other motorsports fraternity know me by nickname : Miton. (put Mitsubishi and Proton together...hence...you know...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Friends in the "underground" scene or in Sunway know me by "David Saga" (cos i used to drive a flying saga...literally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Friends in IRC and ICQ back in the 90's still adress me as Xlurpee...ya...the 7-11 slurpee but i changed the spelling to XLuRP3e to show i am in Clan-[X]...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) During motorsports season I'm the only one in my company who fills up the leave card when applying leave with the reason :&lt;br /&gt;Petronas Malaysian Formula 1 Grand Prix : Official Duty&lt;br /&gt;SuperGT 2008 Round 4 : Official Duty&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian Super Series Round 3 : Official Duty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahha...most of my leave are usually taken to work for the motorsports weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)  I got the privilige to make all my leaves unrecorded as i got a letter from the Ministry of Youth and Sports declaring my status as an official to all events in Sepang International Circuit. But...nevermind. No point also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I'm one of the few lucky persons in Malaysia who got the chance to become the Safety Car Driver, Race Control Officer, Race Diary Officer, Minute by Minute Officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I was actually born in University Hospital, PJ and i grew up in Setapak, KL before my parents decide to shift back to their hometown in Seremban. So now my i/c number has a 14 in the middle instead of 05 (for Negeri Sembilan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I believe i have 9 lives...but i also believe i used 8 of them already. LOL... I've seriously cheated death 8 times since i was born. (3 road accidents, 2 freak road accidents, fell off a flight stairs twice and survived, almost fell off a cliff during mountain climbing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I can emcee and become a deejay for a small fee or when i feel like volunteering for free. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I cant stay in office. I have to run around. If you assign me to a desk job, i rather hang myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Ooohh...I love running roadshows, events and also promotions. But not the person organizing it. hehe...been there, done that. Enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) I can sing in Mandarin although I'm a banana boy... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) I have only lost 3 times in many of my "underground drag racing" friendly games. I got witnesses who can vouch for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) I was a school basketball and volleyball team back in secondary school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) I seriously think Drifting is wayyyyy overrated. It's an art i agree, but it should not be categorized as a motorsport. It should be in the same field as X-games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) I also seriously think Malaysia with their Malaysian way will always fail in anything they do. Motorsports and other Sports like FOOTBALL, Track and Field...Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) But as much as i hate them, i would not want to live anywhere else besides Malaysia...weird, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) I cant eat spicy food. Try spiking my food with cili padi, and you'll find out. Jeneft tried once...'accidently' but my instinct beg to differ...i think she seriously wanted to torture me...hehehe :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Oh...food...ya...I'm a food lover...will go anywhere and any time of the day in search for the tastiest, yummiest and the most finger licking foods around! hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) I'm not a hip-hop/R n B fan. Inclined more towards progressive, electronic, house, trance and techno. The few artist i can bear with is Usher, Timbaland, Snoop Dogg, Sean Paul...to name a few...and yes i am a clubber/raver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) I love myself. I used to be happy being single. Mostly because of my life and my work and the people i hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) But I also in love with Jeneft...so i can also be very very happy being attached :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) I can do almost everything and anything to please my girlfriend. Ask my exes and they'll also vouch for that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) I love myself for the fact that i can cook various dishes, be it western, chinese or fusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) I have many friends also who will vouch for me and the statements i made above :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAH...THERE YOU GO!!! 25 of the random things about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i wont be tagging anyone to do this simply because so many others are tagging one another...so if we apply "six degrees of separation" theory...even if i do not tag you...sooner or later you'll be tagged by someone else. heheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laterz... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098144965408668275-8321255537399992797?l=xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/feeds/8321255537399992797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged-i-dont-know-you-all-are-ready.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/8321255537399992797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/8321255537399992797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged-i-dont-know-you-all-are-ready.html' title='Tagged? I don&apos;t know you all are ready for this...'/><author><name>Davy / Miton / Xlurpee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009451083981096561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SYuvPYmpu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BrBwU5HbQbY/S220/06122008095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098144965408668275.post-2865948552153737755</id><published>2009-02-06T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:58:35.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>February Ritual : Part 2</title><content type='html'>Er...this my 2008 Blog about the same day. Now...guys...no laughing okay? I know the situation I'm in now is way different than last year...Especially to dear2...don't laugh when you see me tomorrow okay? But i expect you'll pull my ears... :P hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="icon" width="16"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="cattitle"&gt;&lt;a rel="bookmark" href="http://mitonct26.multiply.com/journal/item/52/God...its_the_time_of_the_month_again"&gt;God...it's the time of the month again!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="itemsubsub"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;Feb 10, '08  5:03 PM&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for everyone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the past few years, right after CNY, there will be the one dreaded day when every male human being in love or in a relationship will scramble, scatter, and stressed themselves on this very day to please their partner. The day when if it all fails, or if it screwed up, there will be a 99.995% chance that your partner will be pissed off, angry, went on their early PMS on you, ignores you and the worse of them...NOT TODAY, I'M NOT IN THE MOOD. hee hee....yeah...it's the 14th of February day...Valentine's. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Gosh...back when i was with my ex, this day is the most important day to somehow show her how you feel about her, to express your love for her, and the day where she is the queen and you are the servant who is trying your best to grant almost everything she wishes (of course la...if she say she want you to buy her an island...that's impossible la...if for me i will buy her a "thousand island"....if you dont know what the hell i am saying, go to the nearest supermarket and look for Thousand Island Salad dressing... MUaAahahahAHAHAHAHAHaHa...) the day when i have to figure out the right gift to buy for her, the right card to give her, the right restaurants, the nice place to sightseeing...you know...the works. All the usual thoughts at work and at family and friends will be thrown out of the window and instead concentrate on one single thing you have to do for that day only, to please your significant other. =) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As for me now, single as ever (or should i say as usual), i find this very disturbing to us singles. Everywhere up to the day of Valentine's, there are flowers, couples, special promotions, you know...the works. When you're single, all your sensory strength will stray towards the couples, the ones in love, the "wish i was with someone today" mushy feeling until the next morning when you wake up and thanked god that it's over. if you decide to go out on this thursday (yeah, it falls on 14th Feb) alone, your sensory system will go overtime. It might overload and burn your brain and you left yourself into a meltdown. There was a statistic where i read that more people are admitted into the mental ward in hospitals all over the world on the 14th of Feb. NO LA I MADE THIS UP ONLY...AHHAHAHAHHA....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Everywhere you go, you will, i repeat, you will feel sooooo out of place as soon as you looked around. Everywhere you go you will be surrounded by couples la, holding hands here and there, hugging la, kissing la...the whole PDAs (Public Displays of Affection) running around. Out of 10 couples you see out there, 7 of them will have a bunch of flowers at their arms, or maybe a teddy bear or two....aww....somehow or rather, they are sort of welded together for that day...the hands of either person might be welded at the arms, or the waist...the ass...and the least affected, the hands la...ok la that one...hehehhe...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Those nice nice restaurants will be fully booked, the cinemas too, the car parks, and you will see those usual romantic spots in kl will be packed with couples. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Where can you go? hide at home? Damn...wont that be boring? Cannot...it can ruin your diet...it can ruin your mind...must come out one! hee hee =P&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here's a few tips. Get a group of your friends to hang out on that day. Make sure they do not have plans too or you will be FFKed...hahahha...go for a drink, dinner, hang out or even dance out at a club. Just try not to be alone or you might end up at home watching While Harry Met Sally on your telly in your room, chomping away chocolates or french fries, with the tissue box half empty wiping off your tears and mucus...EEEEEEeeeeeyeeerr!!! hahahahahahah&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Or you can drown yourself at work. Work overtime. maybe till around 12am when everyone's mostly at some hotel at some room somewhere banging their partners. LOL&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If you love your family, you can even bring all of them out for a nice dinner outside...go shopping for groceries at Tesco ke Carrefour ke...not bad also wat.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;or...my plan for this Thursday? Get a group of single mates around, meet up in a club somewhere in KL, start happy hour at around 4.30 or 5pm and get myself drunk by 9pm. by that time i might fall asleep at the chair, or maybe my evil twin brother who appears usually when i'm drunk will borrow my mind and soul and start flirting with some gal sitting at our next table hopefully or worst out of worst at the gal selling cigarettes or liquor...and by the time you go home you will be too drunk and too busy to think about the couples, the ex, the one who rejected you or the one who kept you at the freezer and left you clueless. Good idea.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I wonder at myself all the time. Why this...Couple's day is so influential to us singles? why we can survive most of the time without a partner only to be beaten by the festive....no no...romantic moods coming up to this dreaded day? Why when we are so happy being single starts to think haywire and think so negatively and hope that someone somehow and someday will steal our hearts away and wished you are one of them, happily celebrating this day together with your loved ones? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Actually, loved ones dosent mean your partner only. It's with anyone you love. Anyone you love. Family also can, with colleagues also can, with your group of friends also can. Just dont bring your best friend along, unless you made it clear to him or her. hehehhehehehehe....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It's too commercialized. It's too hyped up. It's absurd. why go out on a single day when every restaurants will choose this day to create some packages where you cant figure out the exact amount and charges some up the klcc roof for just a simple 5 course dinner? or cinema packages that cost hundreds plus a VIP seating for a bloody movie? arent movies only cost rm 10 a person? or wherever you go it seems it's packed with every couple on the planet? or why everywhere you see the seating's rearranged to couples' seating? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;argh....and the list goes on. lucky the mamak stalls never create a lover's package of 2 teh tarik, 2 roti canai and 2 bananas or popadum at the special price of RM9.99. hahahhahaah that will be the day...LOL maybe the mamak fellas will sing a tamil or hindustan tune at an extra rm 2.99...which includes change of clothing, with a group of them dancing and singing and twirling around the pillars of the shops (no trees big enough wat like you see in the movies) ... gosh...i cant stop laughing...hahhaha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One of my exes told me before many years ago when i was still studying, and have not much budget for a great valentine's day outing or a nice gift for her tole me this: "It's not only about the day where you shower me will all your love. If that is the way, i would rather wish that everyday is Valentine's Day and you shower me with your love and care everyday, day and night, no matter what day it is..." =) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To be honest, i'm just venting out my frustration today. Been sick since the first day of CNY, so did not go anywhere much. Been a boring CNY sticking out at my room watching astro most of the time i am awake. One year later i might end up laughing my ass off at this blog. One year later i might have someone...who knows...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;NO NO NO NO NO...here it goes again!!!! ARGHHHHH!H!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;*runs to the nearest wall to bang my head on*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098144965408668275-2865948552153737755?l=xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/feeds/2865948552153737755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/02/god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/2865948552153737755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/2865948552153737755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/02/god.html' title='February Ritual : Part 2'/><author><name>Davy / Miton / Xlurpee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009451083981096561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SYuvPYmpu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BrBwU5HbQbY/S220/06122008095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098144965408668275.post-2272450966201985754</id><published>2009-02-06T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:48:06.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>February Ritual</title><content type='html'>I have been grumbling, rambling and lamenting about V-Day for 2 years now. Seems like every year at this time i have to say something in detest of all these strange but funny disease...yeah...the day when we commemorate St. Valentine for being beaten to death on 14th of Feb. Reason? He's just a messenger for a couple in which one of them is in jail! For god's sake, why should we have a day dedicated to the death of a "despatch boy???" And why it's so important that couples must cherish and honor that very day as if it's Xmas or CNY??? Sigh...nevermind...that i will tell later in my future blog :P hehe...but then...here goes my past 2 year's blog on Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me...it's totally different...and will be very very different that what i'm going to blog for this 2009 Valentine's. &gt;.&lt; haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well here goes : 2007 Valentine's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="icon" width="16"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="cattitle"&gt;&lt;a rel="bookmark" href="http://mitonct26.multiply.com/journal/item/4/I_almost_killed_myself._"&gt;I almost killed myself. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="itemsubsub"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;Feb 14, '07 11:13 AM&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for everyone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Now now, we're not talking about suicide, not about taking your own life here... not those you jump i jump kinda thingy. We're talking about not taking care of yourself properly. Stuffs like not supposed to stay up late when you are supposed to go to sleep, get drunk almost everyday and damage your liver, stuffs like that (actually i got one more point but in the end i will kena back myself...hahaha) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; I, for one am a stubborn person. I call it attitude. Some call it "Men's Big Decision". Some call it plain stupid. And some, call it "die die wan face"... One of my rules in life is not to bow down to pressure during work. After work, also cannot bow down to the pressures in the stomach when i drink a little too much. hahahahahah!!! so hence this short story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Was outstation to Southern part of Negeri Sembilan last Thursday... The start of seemingly dull day when a few of my clients are busy, hence not in their office. Whatever, since i'm coming down to do some "small small" things for someone, i took a leisurely drive down from seremban, stopover in Tampin (5 mins drive from A Farmosa Resort) then straight to Melaka town. met up with a buddy of mine in Tesco and we proceed to melaka raya to search for a nyonya restaurant that seems to sell some great pineapple tarts...hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; So when i am done with the stuffs, had satay celup dinner in Capitol since the one i usually go near melaka raya is closed. Sigh...so fat so big size (yours truly) also no use can only sapu 12 sticks nia. that wan also forced to do so cos i am not those who like to waste. yeah la they can take back what's left but i dun like to see got leftover. After that proceeded to Melaka raya for a bucket of Carlsberg while catching up with my buddy whom i did not meet for 6 months already (hahaha...6 months is alot man for a great friend like him) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; It was about 9.30pm when the Malaccan client who was busy earlier, called. Apparently he just got back and wondering where am i. Told him i was at this nice pub overlooking the shopping complex with a bowling pin on top of it (dun ask me what name of places in melaka...i know where to go but not the name..hahaha) and he duly came over, ordered 3 buckets and proceeded with the session with my buddy. (you see? casual drinkers order 1 bucket by one...asshole drinkers who like to get drunk order 3 at once...aiyo it's the same la it's not that the beer will get cooler...waste space somore...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; So...7 buckets later (yes...he ordered 6~!) my client (let's call him ALEX) gets incoherent and starts to mumble something in some Tibetan language i do not understand and starts to chat up those cigarette selling gals...It's his style anyway while i just continue to move along with the music and "cuci mata"... my buddy...he's still here. Then i remembered. Oh Shit...tomorrow i got another outstation trip to Bahau (Eastern Negeri Sembilan near Pahang) told him that i wanted to go back early, he mumbled something in Tagalog...and said that he is here alone and wife took the car. @^$^)!*~)#%@)$(%3... Again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; It was 2.30. FINALLY the pub/disco close for da day. took him into my car, drove him back home. Wife as usual is waiting in da living room waiting. "he's drunk again?" she asked. i just smiled while dragging Alex's ass to the living room. "You okay? Can go back or not?" she asked again. I just nodded and said that I can manage. "Take care and be careful then" as she closes the gate of her bungalow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; So...at 3.30, it happened. I almost reached my home in Seremban. Yes...finally...i have been tired lately because of the short working month in Feb, need to catch up on my sales and my paperwork, so used up alot of my energy and i was almost flat on battery...need to really take a rest. About 5 kms away from the Senawang Exit, there's a rest area. Then, i saw the container trailer in front of me is like...erratic...sometimes drive straight...then snake left and right...Uh Oh... better step on it and faster overtake it. downshifted gear...floored the throttle...and hence...at somewhere above 150km/h, something happened that made me regret my decision for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" href="http://mitonct26.multiply.com/journal/item/photos/hi-res/upload/RdJqkAoKCnYAACa0S8g1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.mitonct26.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RdJqkAoKCnYAACa0S8g1/Image%2813%29.jpg?et=pMd5Kr0ipCKcjSI5zzMQ2g" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Yes, I crashed. The trailer decides to make an IMAGINARY right hand turn when i was halfway overtaking it. I got no where to go, there are roadworks going on, and it just flew off the road and the rest...i dunno. I passed out. As i regain consciousness, i realised i was UPSIDE DOWN. SHIT! FUCK! I OVERTURNED. i cant see a bloody thing, i smell petrol, and i am in bloody pain! Okay...think. reached to the glove compartment for my torchlight...looked around...okay...let go of the safety belt first (THANK GOD I WEAR SAFETY BELT EVERY TIME I DRIVE) and i fell down. OuCh..Stupid decision. Looked for an exit...the rear window smashed...okay...as i crawl i found my handphone (the stupid brick still works!) i cant move my right leg...have to use my hand to drag the right leg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;As i came out of the car, then only i felt all the body pain. i thought i fractured a rib, right leg and my right collarbone...in the longkang i actually found my pack of smokes and lighter...and took one straightaway. called the helpline at the back of the PLUS Transit Ticket and report that i crashed somewhere between Senawang Exit and Senawang Rest Area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Weird..no Call man (tow truck fella) around...police not around...not even people stopped by to check on me...dazed, confused, blur, tired, i pass out again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I woke up the second time as the police called me checking if i'm alright. by that time there are quite a number of people there already...Blur sotong as i am at that time i even have trouble remembering my name! They pulled me to their Police truck and ask me to rest there while they take care of the car for me. then i saw a tow truck pulling my car upright...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" href="http://mitonct26.multiply.com/journal/item/photos/hi-res/upload/RdJvEAoKCnYAAFrZRgo1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.mitonct26.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RdJvEAoKCnYAAFrZRgo1/Image%2814%29.jpg?et=ns0MUAoD7CmtYf97s4JVPg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Came down just to take a few pictures of the car...as i rummaged around in the cockpit full of pineapple tarts (i bought 12 packs, only 4 remained intact), i noticed my wallet is missing! SHIT. searched high and low for it, even went a few hundred feet away from the crash site just to find out that i crashed a few hundred feet away and overturned twice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" href="http://mitonct26.multiply.com/journal/item/photos/hi-res/upload/RdJvEAoKCnYAAFrZRgo1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" href="http://mitonct26.multiply.com/journal/item/photos/hi-res/upload/RdJwgQoKCnYAAAj92U81"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.mitonct26.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RdJwgQoKCnYAAAj92U81/Image%2815%29.jpg?et=phZOgtS%2CoFyZlqX%2BGgcWng" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;How can i get into this SHIT? i did not have any accidents for the past 5 years. this is the only the second major accident in 10 years ever since i overturned my 6 month old Wira 1.8 at Federal Highway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" href="http://mitonct26.multiply.com/journal/item/photos/hi-res/upload/RdJvEAoKCnYAAFrZRgo1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" href="http://mitonct26.multiply.com/journal/item/photos/hi-res/upload/RdJwgQoKCnYAAAj92U81"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" href="http://mitonct26.multiply.com/journal/item/photos/hi-res/upload/RdJxAQoKCnYAAAqF3IU1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.mitonct26.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RdJxAQoKCnYAAAqF3IU1/Image%2816%29.jpg?et=DkyAc5qmtkEngvDzW0LHnw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;To cut the story short, i went back home thanks to the Highway Patrol, the car heads to the Seremban 2 Police station to have its "handsome" picture taken, as i got home my mom was horrified of what happened, my sis almost cried, and my dad, as usual, kept quiet. made a few calls to cancel my Credit card, ATM, and called my boss to inform what happened. then, i crashed to bed. Thousands of calls came in later ( i remember i send sms to a few of my friends and colleagues informing about the accident ) and i just do not have the energy to pick up, let alone the mood to do so. The patrol advised me not to make any police report till i dun smell like a drunk ass (HELLO? I WAS NOT DRUNK!) but my mind was to settle all my stuffs and get my spare car up and running, get it back to street legal and re-register for road use by this week ( remember my previous blog? Nevermind... i got another episode coming up ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Borrowed some cash from my mom, did my replacement I/C and License, made my police report and along the way, answering thousands of calls asking what happened/am i alright/not yet dead/how come like this/like that/why so stupid/when can start work &lt;-- this one is classic la... i injured la boss...aiyo...and went to the workshop that towed my car to take some pics and search and retrieve some of my stuffs that are still there. Told the fella to take care of my audio stuffs in there as currently they are more valuable than the junk now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Later that evening my pain and bruises got unbearable. Went to the hospital for X-Ray. Thank god, no fractures. Just bruises. no wound, no blood, no impact to the head...and got me thinking. WHAT THE FUCK WAS I THINKING ALL THIS WHILE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I should have rest when i'm tired, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I should have stop when i think i had enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I should not go back that late,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I should not have driven so fast, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I should not be so stubborn and just rest first before you go back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Too many "i should"...Too many "what if"... why dont we just DO IT and then make the changes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I COULD HAVE DIED IN THERE! If there is really an afterlife, i could be banging my balls thinking the same thing as above! shit, what about my family? my buddies? people who know me? people i am in love with? GOD... why am i so selfish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex called. Apologising profusely for what happened to me in which i partly blame him, and said to me that no more late night out for him. Yeah Right. Knowing this fella, first few months tada hal one, then after back to normal, he also back to normal...hehe..whatever. At least i got the message through to all my clients. NO MORE LATE NIGHT OUTS FOR ME~! PLEASE LET ME GO HOME BY 1 AM. =P hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, i would like all of you to always think before you act. Think of your loved ones. Think of the consequences. Especially while driving. If you think speeding at 200km/h on Federal Highway in the rush hour traffic gives you massive orgasms, Think of what happens when a car decides to block your lane and you have no where to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially festive seasons. As you drive to meet your loved ones, PLEASE, TAKE CARE and always ALERT on the road. Rest areas are there on highways for a reason. I will make full use of it in the future when i go outstation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more thankful that i'm still alive without SERIOUS injuries, NO wounds, can still walk, talk, eat, sleep, sms, online...hahaha.. yeah. if you see me on the streets of kl and seremban, you wont notice the pain i'm in because it's all internal. Blue black on my leg, arms, collarbone and my ribs. Just try not to poke me when you see me around. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;In Which, I can't help it to post his drunk ass face on the web... =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" href="http://mitonct26.multiply.com/journal/item/photos/hi-res/upload/RdJ@IQoKCnYAAETndOc1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.mitonct26.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RdJ@IQoKCnYAAETndOc1/17112005%28002%29.jpg?et=cKEpxfGYulieXJv8cyo7dg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098144965408668275-2272450966201985754?l=xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/feeds/2272450966201985754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-ritual.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/2272450966201985754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/2272450966201985754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-ritual.html' title='February Ritual'/><author><name>Davy / Miton / Xlurpee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009451083981096561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SYuvPYmpu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BrBwU5HbQbY/S220/06122008095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098144965408668275.post-4652877348957391206</id><published>2009-02-06T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T12:07:30.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SYu3DsvFIeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nnhHAWyZ-LE/s1600-h/06122008095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SYu3DsvFIeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nnhHAWyZ-LE/s320/06122008095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299530660707639778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll be damned...I could not see myself having a Blogspot page for years since it's been launched, been shying away as i have my own &lt;a href="http://mitonct26.multiply.com/"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#/profile.php?id=1158231806&amp;amp;ref=name"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; blogs hence did not find the reason to create my own account here. But...one fine day one of my friends asked me how come she could'nt read my blogs in multiply and facebook. When I teached her, she just complained...aiyah so troublesome one...why dont you join in blogspot? Hmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for you gal...here you go. :P heheh no la...just felt that since i'm pushing 30 (yes...i am an old uncle i admit okay?) and having a blogspot page might make it easier for the world to know who i am (hek eleh...perasannya) and i think it would be a good idea...who knows this page might be as big as kennysia...LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...enough of this lame shit...for the moment i will be posting my old Multiply blogs. Come March 2009 (tentatively) i would be permanently blogging from this site, and shutting down the Multiply page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...should'nt I deserve a warm welcome for jumping ship towards Blogspot? Damn...felt like I'm in the midst of Political wars sort of like in Perak now...hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, have a nice weekend for you all. And for those celebrating the Lunar New Year, Happy the 15th this coming Monday. Happy Chap Goh Meh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SYu2NSuvRsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ijnm4FuM1Lw/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SYu2NSuvRsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ijnm4FuM1Lw/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299529726013949634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...for those who dont know my monkey face yet...i'm the 2nd fella from the right. ya the fat bugger...LOL :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laterz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098144965408668275-4652877348957391206?l=xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/feeds/4652877348957391206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-blood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/4652877348957391206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098144965408668275/posts/default/4652877348957391206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xlurpeemitondavy.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-blood.html' title='First Blood'/><author><name>Davy / Miton / Xlurpee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009451083981096561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SYuvPYmpu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BrBwU5HbQbY/S220/06122008095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKFkR9eDdxA/SYu3DsvFIeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nnhHAWyZ-LE/s72-c/06122008095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
