tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261793892024-03-13T20:22:52.512+08:00Not so complicated...Doodle means a figure, design or scribble which is drawn or written absent-mindedly.
(Quoted from: www.dictionary.com)Kokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130noreply@blogger.comBlogger326125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-3452310113740791262009-11-09T23:17:00.002+08:002009-11-13T13:45:06.888+08:00Are You Doing Great?<span style="font-style: italic;">My dearest Gong Gong,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">It has been a long long time since I last seen you. Last time when you traveled to Singapore, Hong Kong or China etc, I still managed to visit you when you came back after the latest a month. Now, it has been 2 years...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Are you doing great at the far away land? I bet you do. If not, you would have come back long time ago and complain to us, right? I ponder, how is the far away land look like? Is it the same like Miri? Or is it much more better than Miri? Anyway, I only hope it's a place that you really enjoy...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Gong, like last year, I would just update you about what's happening around us. I know you still care about us. I know you would still like to be around us. However, I know you just couldn't do so due to your own personal reasons...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">For all of us here, we're all doing well here. We're all fit and healthy except for Mama who's still having the same problem like last year. However, I guess it's not that serious as she still visit the doctor whenever she feels unwell. We'll take care of Mama, don't worry, Gong.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I know you would like to know about my job. Rest assured, Gong. I'm doing great in that company and still learning a lot of things. My colleagues are all very helpful and willing to share me their knowledge. I learn a lot from technical to management. It has been a great experience working at that company. I've also experienced offshore life, which is totally different from working onshore. How I wish I could show you all the photos and videos I took...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You must be wondering if I'm still helping out in the business. Yes, whenever I'm free, I'll still help out in the business. The business is still doing well now. Sometimes good, sometimes not really good. There always up and down in business, as you know. If you're still here, you'll sit at the sofa and monitor all the work done. I know you would like to see yourself how the business goes...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Gong, sometimes I wonder how did you start this business? How did you grab this opportunity? How did you foresee that this business will have any future? I wish you're still here to share me your experience. I know, business is always not that easy. I regret I didn't talk with you regarding this when you're still here...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Oh yea! I forgot to tell you that I did make a visit to Singapore early this year with Hui Hui. Although it's a very small country, there are still lots of development going on. I went to the apartment and guess what? There are few more high rise apartments under construction. According to Hui Hui, when he was first there, there are only few high rise buildings around the apartment. I think Singapore has changed quite a lot since the last time you make a visit there. I like Singapore overall, but I prefer a much slower pace city. It's just too hectic to live there...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Gong, is the food there suits you? Do you miss the food here? Do they have your favourite Bak Kut Teh there? Do they have your favourite curry rice there? I hope they do as I know, you enjoy delicious food. How I wish you're still here so we can bring you to have some tasty dimsum. Hui Hui's family and our family often have dimsum together on Sunday morning. I know you'll like the Braised Chicken Feet and the Char Siu Pao there. That's the dimsum you always ordered when you're here. Do they have these at your place?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Gong, I know it's silly to ask, when are you coming back? I guess not only me missing you, but everyone is also missing you. Every time I look at your photos at Baba's office, I would be thinking that you're still somewhere near me, looking at me, protecting me... Honestly, I really miss you so much. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Gong Gong, you take care there ok? Send my warmest regards to Po Po. I miss you and you'll always be in my heart, Gong...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Love from your grandson,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Wei</span>Kokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-32438811276687880372009-03-11T21:49:00.004+08:002009-03-11T22:34:50.082+08:00Eh, Eh! Eh Poh Nim Is Out!I'm not a bookworm, if you know me well enough. However, I somehow love reading books from this great local writer - <a href="http://www.lydiateh.wordpress.com/">Lydia Teh</a>.<br /><br />You might say she's a blogger friend of mine and that's why I always help her to advertise her books in my blog. That's not true. Even if she's not a blogger friend of mine, I still love her books and would recommend them to all. Good things must share, agree? If you don't believe how good is her writing, grab one of her books or frequent her blog and I'm sure you'll agree with me.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SbfFY7DTO-I/AAAAAAAADjc/u32xtqP4E1E/s1600-h/do-you-wear-suspenders-front-cover-copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 388px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SbfFY7DTO-I/AAAAAAAADjc/u32xtqP4E1E/s400/do-you-wear-suspenders-front-cover-copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311931317465856994" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">This is the book by Lydia Teh!</span><br /></div><br />Lydia is currently having her newest book just published; <span style="font-weight: bold;">Do You Wear Suspenders? - The Wordy Tales of Eh Poh Nim</span>. It is now available at the bookstores, such as <a href="http://www.mph.com.my/books/lydia.cfm">MPH Bookstore</a> and <a href="http://www.popular.com.my/">Popular Bookstore</a>, nationwide. Priced at RM32.90, it's a book which focuses on English (vocabulary, idioms and etc) and as usual, Lydia includes her sense of humour to the book.<br /><br />Here's a great deal from Popular Bookstore - you'll get <span style="font-weight: bold;">20% </span>off the price of the book if you're a member of Popular Card! (Promotion expires on the <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">7th of May 2009</span>). You just need to click on <span style="font-style: italic;">"English Books">Pop Choice>In Title Box, search "Do You Wear Suspenders"</span>. Grab a copy now!<br /><br />Here's a <span style="font-style: italic;">Bookertisement</span> for the book. Believe me, Lydia Teh is a creative and a funny lady/writer. ;)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="265" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XdWUgkhsZYU&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XdWUgkhsZYU&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"></embed></object></div><br /><br />Tell me she's an awesome actress too! :)Kokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-40337058213772980982009-02-14T01:53:00.002+08:002009-03-01T00:07:49.624+08:00Happy Valentine's Day...<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Short Note: This is a backdated post written way back on Valentine's Day. </span></span><br /><br />Valentine's Day is celebrated by many couples or lovers in the world. It is a day for the lover to express their love to each other.<br /><br />However, today, I'm not going to dedicate this page to my lover... I would like to dedicate this to the one whom I love, the one who has seen me grow up, the one who has left me for a better place on the New Year's Eve 2008. The person is no other than my beloved, Po Po (maternal grandmother).<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Dearest Po Po,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Today is another Saturday. Like usual, we went to Gong Gong's house (maternal). However, the house is no longer the same like before. I could feel the emptiness in the house. Few months back, we could still argue with you in Hakka, we could still see you smiling or laughing, we could still have dinner with you. But this afternoon, we could only have Gong Gong to welcome us at the door step...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />It has been two months since you left us. The day when you decided to leave us, I was still experiencing my first time offshore. That very morning, I went out to the platform to learn some of the things from my colleague. Just when I stepped back to the living quarter, my name was called by the Radio Operator and I was instructed to head over to the OIM's (Offshore Installation Manager) office instantly. I thought the OIM just wanted to have a talk with me. Unfortunately, I was told that you had left me and I was given the permission to fly back immediately using a special directed flight.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I was stunned for a moment. My mind went blank. All I could think of is to straightaway ask the Radio Operator to connect a call to Baba and told him about my flight back in the afternoon. When I recalled back, that morning, one of my eyes was twitching. Was that a sign given by you to inform me about your departure?</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;">I packed everything and couldn't wait to go back immediately. A lot of things ran through my mine at that time. I just couldn't believe I have lost you...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />When I reached Gong, Gong's house, instead of rushing to your room to share my offshore experience with you, I saw some white clothes were hung up on top of the front door, your photo was put on a table in between two candles and some joss sticks were placed in front of your photo. Cousins were burning some "money" for you, uncles and aunties were busy with visitors, folding the "money" and etc. I knew I have to burn some joss sticks for you to pay my respect but at that very moment, I just had a blank mind. Luckily Ah Foon Yee Yee gave me a hint.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />After burning few joss sticks for you and telling you that I was back, I went to take a look at you in your new bed. You were lying motionless as if you were taking a nap or having your sleep. Your mouth was wide opened... That was exactly how you sleep on your bench but this time, you wouldn't wake up anymore when I greeted...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Po Po, I know you wouldn't be around anymore. Gong Gong is so sad that he cried over and over again. I felt the same. I wanted to cry at times but I just couldn't do so. I know I have to be tough, or else, many would break down too...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Po Po, although you've left me physically, I'll never forget the memory you had given me. Besides Mama and Baba, you're one of the first few to look after me when I was born. You even stayed at Baba's house to take care of Mama and me during Mama's confinement.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I can still remember how you put me to sleep in my "yao yao" under the staircase. You sang to me and read me stories while I slowly fell asleep. I often prefer you to put me to sleep rather than Mama as you can sing better and you really made sure that I sleep before you stopped singing or reading stories.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Sis and I just love to go shopping with you. You never failed to buy anything that we want. Choc, snacks, breads, we wanted it, you would buy it. Remember Choon Cheong Supermarket, Chen Soon Grocery Store, Ng Sian Hup Supermarket or Sii Yi Jie Supermarket? Those are the supermarkets that you like to frequent for grocery.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />As time goes by, your health was getting worse especially your rheumatism. It's the worst when Ah Tai (great grandmother) passed away. That was when I was 13 years old. I knew you were very sad at that time, just like how I'm feeling now.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">You cried days and nights... Your pair of eyes just couldn't take it. In the end, you had to have your eyes being sewn. I was like, "Oh no! Po Po is going blind? Po Po will not be able to see us again?" You were just too brave and had a strong will to recover. Within months, the thread was taken off and you could open your eyes once again. Nevertheless, your eyesight or vision was not as good anymore...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Not only that, your rheumatism was giving more trouble to you. You complained more about the unbearable pain on your pair of legs. Soon, you gave up walking. The whole day, you would stay in your room on your rattan bench. You ate on your rattan bench, you slept on your rattan bench. You could not even walk to the toilet. Only with the "modified mobile toilet bowl" and the help from Gong Gong to carry you and place you on the toilet bowl, then only you could do your daily relieve.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Po Po, I think you've really suffered a lot in these past 10 years. I just can't imagine how tough life you were having. Just imagine how much medicine you had to take would make me scare... Is that the reason that you decided to leave?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Po, although you've left, I would not forget the last few days when I was with you before I went offshore. I also wouldn't forget the day I spent with you before you lost consciousness. Remember I asked you what you want to eat and I would buy for you? You said you don't want anything. Then I teased you by asking you if you want any birdnest porridge. You replied yes if I bought it for you. I'm sorry I couldn't do so just before you leave...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />There was one day when you lost your consciousness, I fed you with water using straw. You thought I was fitting your fake teeth. You kept asking me when did I fit the fake teeth for you. You thought I fit it in while feeding you. When I asked you why you want your fake teeth in. You replied, "If not, how to eat?" Not only that, when I told you that you look prettier with your teeth, you agreed!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Po ah, have you reunited with Ah Lan Yee Yee and also Ah Tai and Tai Gong (great grandfather)? I guess Ah Lan Yee Yee is now taking care of you eh? Do send my regards to them. Now I think you can walk around, shopping here and there and enjoy your favourite food! Have you had your Braised Pork Leg or your "Khou Rou"? You can now have as much as you can. Oh, I think you're planting some flowers in your garden now eh? That's one of the activities you like most besides singing. Don't forget to let me picture your garden in my dream ok?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Don't worry about Gong Gong and Ah Woon Jiu Jiu. They're fine here. We would take care of them. Gong Gong seems not really that jovial anymore without you here. He just misses you a lot just like how everyone of us here does. Now that Ah Foon Yee Yee has come back to Miri, at least, there's someone to look after Gong Gong. She also always brings him out so that he could be happier...</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Po, in this letter to you, I would like to take this opportunity to thank you for being such an awesome Po Po. You're the most wonderful Po Po one would hope for I must say. I will remember the thing that you've taught me and also the memories that you've left for me. I would also like to apologise to you if I didn't do enough as a grandson. I know, compare to what you've done as a Po Po, what I've done as a grandson would never be enough...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Till our next meeting... take care, Po Po. I love you...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Always your grandson,</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Wei Wei</span><br /><br />I would like to end this post with a short video clip - Po Po's singing. This video clip was taken one or two weeks before I went offshore. She had lost her consciousness and she just kept singing non-stop...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyQPhCCErRkOWZWKeifCH5zNHI3G43E6CYdBNTfITodAZkmcLtM_L3cBTTwG6GfvEFAvr4efMGkSuQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Now, do you agree with me that my Po Po could really sing?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">P/s</span>:</span> Thanks for everyone's concern in my previous post. I haven't fully come back yet but I guess one day I will. Please bear with me. I need more time...<br /><br /></div></div>Kokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-83893578761732105592009-02-13T21:30:00.002+08:002009-02-28T23:33:41.335+08:00Eoe Online Is Fast, I Was Slow...Some of you might not know that my Po Po (maternal grandmother) has passed away during New Year's eve. That's one of the reasons that I didn't update my blog till now. I just couldn't accept the fact that I've lost both my Gong Gong (paternal grandfather) and my Po Po (maternal grandmother) within just about one year time. I just don't know what to write...<br /><br />One thing I regret most is that, I didn't manage to show my graduation photos to my Po Po before she left. Remember <a href="http://www.eoe.com.my/">eoe online</a> which I've mentioned it before? If you can't remember (since I haven't updated my blog for long), this is the post - <a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/12/photos-printed-at-fingertips.html">Photos Printed At Fingertips</a>.<br /><br />After ordering my photos, I waited them for about a week. Unfortunately, there wasn't any parcels directed to me. So, I sent an email to the person in charge to enquire about this. Samantha Siah from the eoe Online Team is one very helpful staff I have to say. Normally, some staff would just tell you that they've sent the product to you and ask you to call the courier company to check. However, Samantha worked professionally by checking the date of delivery and then, also checked with the courier company about this. She even asked the courier company to contact me! Not only that, she responded very quickly to my email. Two thumbs up for her great service!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SalD9_HJxnI/AAAAAAAADi8/lcE6wYOJjs0/s1600-h/IMG_3082.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SalD9_HJxnI/AAAAAAAADi8/lcE6wYOJjs0/s400/IMG_3082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307848368025355890" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Skynet Courier.</span><br /><br /></div>The courier company did call me and told me that they were unable to send the parcel to me as I was not at home. They didn't call me although my mobile phone's number was clearly written on the envelope. Ok, never mind. At least, they kept the parcel and sent it to me.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SalD94rWuQI/AAAAAAAADjE/edFUM4ZzTvQ/s1600-h/IMG_3085.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SalD94rWuQI/AAAAAAAADjE/edFUM4ZzTvQ/s400/IMG_3085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307848366298151170" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Cardboard wrapper.</span><br /><br /></div>After I unwrapped the parcel, there's another cardboard wrapping the photos. I'm not sure if they used this Kodak Premium Matte Paper for the photos or not but they're very thoughtful to make sure the photos were not folded or spoilt during the delivery.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SalD-HjHmsI/AAAAAAAADjM/dUODnUKeBw0/s1600-h/IMG_3094.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SalD-HjHmsI/AAAAAAAADjM/dUODnUKeBw0/s400/IMG_3094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307848370290137794" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Two albums.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">There were two beautifully designed albums in the wrapper. All the photos were stored in the albums. Nowadays, most of the photo shops in Miri don't help the customers to store the photos inside the albums anymore as it requires some time to do this extra work. However, eoe online still does this! I mean, all this little extra work will reflect how good service a company could offer their customers.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SalD-C45ptI/AAAAAAAADjU/tIUVIybJ3OA/s1600-h/IMG_3095.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SalD-C45ptI/AAAAAAAADjU/tIUVIybJ3OA/s400/IMG_3095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307848369039320786" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Photos.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">As far as most people are concerned, the photos quality is great. The photos are printed on some high quality papers with a smooth finishing. The colour of the photos is almost the same as shown in my monitor. For only RM0.30 per 4R print (current promotion), I think it's all worth the money!<br /><br />Overall, I'm satisfied with their customer service and their photo quality. For those who just want to sit at home, "send" their photos to be printed and have their photos delivered to their door step, eoe online is the company they should look for.<br /><br />Eoe online is fast at printing and sending the photos, but I was just too slow to show my Po Po my graduation photos...<br /></div></div></div></div>Kokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-90340865119546665192009-01-18T22:36:00.004+08:002009-01-18T23:17:12.419+08:00Exhausted...These few weeks have been tiring for me. A lot of good as well as bad things happened. I have a lot in my mind. I've "written" them all in my mind.<br /><br />However I'm exhausted mentally and physically (more on mentally actually). I'm just trying to stay strong at the moment... I need a break... a break to restore everything back to normal...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">P/s:</span> Happy New Year to you all. Thanks for the wishes in the previous post.Kokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-31476112694699654072008-12-25T11:03:00.003+08:002008-12-25T11:14:07.531+08:00Ho Ho Ho! Merry Christmas!<span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Short note: I'm STILL sick although getting better! *Sigh* Worse, my modem at home also sick! Hence, can't blog yet. :(</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">It's the day of the year again!<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff8/lawkw85/treetree2.gif" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" width="250" border="0" height="340" /></a></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span><span style="font-size:78%;">Remember this Christmas tree? ;)</span></span></span></span><br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span>I am here to wish everyone a Merry Christmas!<br /><br />Did you get any presents? I definitely want at least one from you all! ;)</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></span></span>Kokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-75707556116291169712008-12-18T19:57:00.003+08:002008-12-18T20:19:10.484+08:0050 Free Printed Photos For Bloggers!I just came back from outstation and am quite sick at the moment. That explains the slowdown in writing new post. However, I have to forced myself to write a post as I want to share with you all one news and I need to spread it fast! If not, good stuff will not be available anymore!<br /><br />What is the news? Here it comes! <a href="http://www.eoe.com.my/">Eoe online</a> is giving out <span style="font-weight: bold;">50 free printed photos</span> for 100 bloggers! This is a great news isn't it? And from the comments of my previous post (<a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/12/photos-printed-at-fingertips.html">Photos Printed At Fingertips</a>), I know some of you love online photo printing service. So, why not trying it yourself and get yourself some printed photos in front of your door?<br /><br />To get the free photos, it's as simple as to use <a href="http://www.eoe.com.my/">eoe online</a>. Just follow the steps as follow:<br /><ol style="font-style: italic;"><li>Register an account at eoe online.</li><li>Play around the website (i.e. upload some photos, browse the website, know the service available and etc.)</li><li>Write a review about the site (detail instructions <a href="http://www.eoe.com.my/data/st/22/index.html">HERE</a> - must read!).</li><li>Upload 50 photos which you want to get it printed.</li></ol>That's it! After that, you'll just have to sit back and wait for the photos to be delivered to you. Not only that, the best post would get a <strong>Olympus E-520 DSLR camera </strong>with a<strong> 14-42mm lens</strong> worth <strong>RM2499.00</strong>!<br /><br />Now, you already have a Christmas gift before Christmas. Awesome <span style="font-style: italic;">hor</span>? ;)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">P/s</span>: I'll try to write a post once I recovered...Kokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-16404378721251247872008-12-12T19:54:00.005+08:002008-12-12T23:53:58.952+08:00Photos Printed At Fingertips!It has been almost 5 years since my first digital photo and I've tons of photos sitting in my hardisk and also external hardisk. However, non of them are printed out until now! The reason for not printing it out? Too much of a hassle and of course, too expensive lah!<br /><br />The photos which I would really want to print out would be these...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SUJ0hEvafNI/AAAAAAAADhc/vwxxF2Bb-Hc/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SUJ0hEvafNI/AAAAAAAADhc/vwxxF2Bb-Hc/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278909824788757714" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">In front of Winthrop Hall at The University of Western Australia.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SUJ0haRFriI/AAAAAAAADhk/vz92BEpBBeY/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SUJ0haRFriI/AAAAAAAADhk/vz92BEpBBeY/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278909830567144994" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Finally graduated...<br /></span><br /></div>Why? Because I want to give a few to my grandpa and grandma. Even my sis has already printed out her graduation's photos and gave them to my grandpa and grandma, it's a shame for me that I haven't done so.<br /><br />Since I mentioned that getting the photos printed are a little bit troublesome and expensive, what could I do? Print it using my printer? Definitely NO!<br /><br />I've found a really great deal from <a href="http://www.eoe.com.my/en/">eoe online</a>. At promotion price now, I can get a piece of <span style="font-weight: bold;">4R</span> photo for <span style="font-weight: bold;">RM0.30</span> and a piece of <span style="font-weight: bold;">5R</span> photo for <span style="font-weight: bold;">RM0.50</span>! Not only that, for orders of <span style="font-weight: bold;">RM35 and above</span>, you can have your photos delivered to your doorsteps for <span style="font-weight: bold;">FREE</span>!<br /><br />That's not the end, I can save a lot of hassle! Hey, I don't need to drive, park my car, go to the printing shop, order my photos, wait for them to be printed and drive back home. Worse when some shop would tell me to collect the photos after few hours or a day or two. See how much time and money (petrol) I would waste to get the photos printed?<br /><br />With <a href="http://www.eoe.com.my/en/">eoe online</a>, everything is at my fingertips. It's very simple to get my photos printed with just three simple steps:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SUJuWs6NBfI/AAAAAAAADhU/raka5V8hq68/s1600-h/eprint-step1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SUJuWs6NBfI/AAAAAAAADhU/raka5V8hq68/s400/eprint-step1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278903049523103218" border="0" /></a><br />After that, I can just sit back and wait for the photos to be delivered. How fast and easy right? ;)<br /><br />What about the photo quality you might ask... That, I'll write another review on that after I've received my photos.<br /><br />Stay tuned!:)Kokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-76013090029758654032008-12-08T10:21:00.000+08:002008-12-08T10:30:44.737+08:00Mee Sua and Gong PiaWhen we visit Australia, we normally get those koala bear or kangaroo soft toys as souvenirs for friends and family. When we travel to Vietnam, we might get hand made embroidery or vietnamese silk as souvenirs for friends and family.<br /><br />But if we want to go to Sibu, Sarawak, what can we get for souvenirs? Let Kok tell you...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/STvwvXV8JLI/AAAAAAAADg0/F-4fFcEPuLA/s1600-h/IMG_2861+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/STvwvXV8JLI/AAAAAAAADg0/F-4fFcEPuLA/s400/IMG_2861+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277076084905223346" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Mee Sua.</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">You can get some raw <span style="font-style: italic;">Mee Sua</span> there. Not only it's cheaper than other places but it also tastes better than those we can get in the supermarket.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/STvwvkVjzQI/AAAAAAAADg8/XjFXN0kmC4c/s1600-h/IMG_2863+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/STvwvkVjzQI/AAAAAAAADg8/XjFXN0kmC4c/s400/IMG_2863+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277076088393288962" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Dried under the sun.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">For those who don't know what's <span style="font-style: italic;">Mee Sua</span>, it's a kind of noodle. It is something like rice vermicelli but it definitely tastes different. The Foochow cooks it in chicken soup and my mama has her own dry version.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/STvwvwTtSqI/AAAAAAAADhE/MWumcXOnrCM/s1600-h/IMG_2874+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/STvwvwTtSqI/AAAAAAAADhE/MWumcXOnrCM/s400/IMG_2874+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277076091606747810" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Gong Pia.</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Another thing that you can get in Sibu is the famous <span style="font-style: italic;">Gong Pia</span>. <a href="http://everybeing.blogspot.com/">Dalicia</a>, now you know how <span style="font-style: italic;">Gong Pia</span> look like eh? ;)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/STvwwTPFO3I/AAAAAAAADhM/QqOk6OjgjNU/s1600-h/IMG_2876+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/STvwwTPFO3I/AAAAAAAADhM/QqOk6OjgjNU/s400/IMG_2876+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277076100982586226" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Small and light, topped with sesame seeds.<br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Gong Pia</span> is a small flat piece of Foochow biscuit. It's more towards the chewy type of biscuit and often, it is eaten with stuffed minced meat. For only RM1, you can get 5 pieces of that. That's how cheap it is!<br /><br />So now if you happened to drop by Sibu, Sarawak, aparts from eating the popular <span style="font-style: italic;">Kampua </span>(also known as <span style="font-style: italic;">Kolo mee</span>), you can get those fresh <span style="font-style: italic;">Mee Sua</span> or those Foochow bagles. :)<br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Kokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-90458470307508320822008-12-03T00:02:00.000+08:002008-12-02T22:49:50.036+08:00A Moment With My (Football) KakiisI first started playing football when I was in my primary school. I think it was during my Physical Education period. From then on, I always have my football <a href="http://www.kakiis.com/">kakiis</a> (buddies) no matter where I go.<br /><br />I still remember in my primary school, my football kakiis would get a tennis ball and kick around during recess time in substitute with a football. We would normally get an earful in the class after recess because we smell real bad in our soaking, wet, sweaty uniform! However, it didn't stop us from playing everyday.<br /><br />That time, my football kakiis even joined the school football club. Although we didn't manage to represent the school, we still spent hours under the hot scorching sun at least two days a week to practice. That shows our enthusiasm in that sports.<br /><br />In my secondary school, I was not quite active in football due to other commitment. The only time I played football was during our Physical Education period. Nevertheless, I still have my football kakiis to play the sports. That was not really a group of serious football kakiis I would say because most of the time, we would just fool around instead of playing football. Shouting, teasing, laughing was what we do for that whole period.<br /><br />When I moved on to my college, again, I found myself some football kakiis. Don't play play, this group was one serious group of football kakiis. They played with full football gears, with formation and with awesome techniques. No doubt, they were way too good for my kampung level.<br /><br />I thought I won't find anymore football kakiis in my uni. Who knows, there was still a group of friends who simply loves this sports. Hence, one day each week, we would gather the football kakiis in our group of friends to kick that black and white patches ball.<br /><br />You all sure won't believe. I learnt most of the higher level skills in football from these football kakiis of mine in the uni. What did I learn? Beckham fantastic free kick? Rudd Van Nisterooy amazing finish? Thierry Henry wicked shot?<br /><br />Oh, no no no. Those are just too simple in football. The higher level skills that I learnt are these...<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/STP6pLdUh8I/AAAAAAAADgs/UVf9U9YlHGU/s1600-h/Blog3+edit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/STP6pLdUh8I/AAAAAAAADgs/UVf9U9YlHGU/s400/Blog3+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274835173938333634" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">The UWA'S football kakiis @ James Oval 2005.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Brian's block balls.<br />Jono's pinch ball.<br />Nathan's hold ball.<br />Yoong and Jason's "siam" (avoid) ball.<br />Henry's kiss ball.<br />Danny's dragon ball.<br /><br />and Kok already knows how to <span style="font-weight: bold;">CATCH BALL</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">S</span>! Hahahaha!<br /><br />I have lots of wonderful moments with my football kakiis but too bad, I didn't have a camera back then to capture all those moments. The above is one of the best I had with my (football) kakiis which I managed to take a photo of.<br /><br />Seriously I miss my football kakiis a lot! When can we have another match, guys?<br /><br /><br /></div></div><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">P/s:</span> This is another contest organised by <a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/">Nuffnang.com</a> which offers digital cameras' prizes. By the way, I didn't win the previous contest. :(Kokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-28916697018794974922008-11-28T00:14:00.002+08:002008-11-28T19:11:44.882+08:00The Wackiest I Would Do to Race for N96Nokia is organizing the Nokia N96 Race and they are kind enough to set aside two places especially for Nuffnangers. When I first saw this in <a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/">Nuffnang.com</a>, I quickly sent in my slogan for the first round of the contest. And I was so surprised that I was selected to move on to the second round!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SS67y6XwNEI/AAAAAAAADfs/6pQ2AYWrGXo/s1600-h/n96-race.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 322px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SS67y6XwNEI/AAAAAAAADfs/6pQ2AYWrGXo/s400/n96-race.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273358697034167362" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">The Nokia N96 Race.</span><br /></div><br />Wah! The second round is so much tougher! I need to come out a post with this title, <span style="font-style: italic;">"The Wackiest I Would Do to Race for N96</span>". I know <span style="font-style: italic;">lah</span>, Kok is crazy but, how crazy can he be to race for N96? ;)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SS69ctlOfMI/AAAAAAAADgU/0HdkJRGTa0A/s1600-h/FireWalk.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SS69ctlOfMI/AAAAAAAADgU/0HdkJRGTa0A/s400/FireWalk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273360514667150530" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Fire walk? [Photo: http://www.mentalcombat.co.uk]</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Walk on the fire? <span style="font-style: italic;">Aiyo</span>, that's too common <span style="font-style: italic;">lah</span>. A lot of people has done that. Nothing special with that although it looks quite cool to walk on fire.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SS6-IIr20lI/AAAAAAAADgc/ehD-S66RbdE/s1600-h/robert-alian_1822.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 333px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SS6-IIr20lI/AAAAAAAADgc/ehD-S66RbdE/s400/robert-alian_1822.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273361260677091922" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Spiderman climbing Petronas Twin Tower? [Photo: http://www.contractjournal.com]</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Then, I thought of climbing Petronas Twin Tower. That's not an easy task which can be considered. However, <a href="http://www.contractjournal.com/blogs/construction-projects-world/2007/05/the_petronas_twin_towers.html">Alain Robert</a> has done it before <span style="font-style: italic;">lah</span>! I don't want to become copy <s>spider</s> cat!<br /></div></div></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SS6_SWvxgwI/AAAAAAAADgk/XFH7E-hh4yA/s1600-h/piercing.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 335px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SS6_SWvxgwI/AAAAAAAADgk/XFH7E-hh4yA/s400/piercing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273362535761937154" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Piercings? [Photo: http://funnypictures.blogsome.com]</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I thought of <span style="font-style: italic;">"Believe It Or Not"</span> television programme which showed a man with who-knows-how-many-piercings. I think if I do that, it would be the wackiest I would do. Nevertheless, I have to ditch this idea as I don't want to ruin my <s>handsome</s> baby face. :P<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SS67zuVNrZI/AAAAAAAADgE/FVhObJVCYeo/s1600-h/Nokia_N96_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 328px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SS67zuVNrZI/AAAAAAAADgE/FVhObJVCYeo/s400/Nokia_N96_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273358710982159762" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Nokia N96.</span><br /></div></div></div><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Haiyo</span>... I really want that gorgeous N96 lah. I would do anything to race for N96! And I'm serious! See? All the above ideas, although quite wacky, I don't want to do any of them. Not because I'm coward, but those ideas are not original.<br /><br />Now, after thinking for quite a while, this is what I would do...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SS67zC9a5EI/AAAAAAAADf0/YaBxvRhdRF0/s1600-h/IMG_0515+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SS67zC9a5EI/AAAAAAAADf0/YaBxvRhdRF0/s400/IMG_0515+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273358699339637826" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Smelly butt.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I'll <s>kiss</s> smell the pig's butt while following it all the way to Nokia's office to claim that N96 for the race! How about that? Haha! But of course, not the above pig <span style="font-style: italic;">lah</span>...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SS67zeuh2oI/AAAAAAAADf8/ZUVAj5guKNk/s1600-h/IMG_7637+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SS67zeuh2oI/AAAAAAAADf8/ZUVAj5guKNk/s400/IMG_7637+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273358706793372290" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Huge pig!</span><br /></div><br />It's this pig! Hahaha! Tell me that's one of the wackiest thing that a person would do! :D<br /><br />But one thing I'm worried... would the traffic police give "<span style="font-style: italic;">saman</span>" (summon) to the pig on the road? <span style="font-style: italic;">*Scratching head*<br /><br /></span><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">P/s:</span> I might have to change the pig to the other animal such as cow, goat or even, monkey! :D</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><br /></div></div>Kokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-17989698512417920402008-11-24T00:01:00.002+08:002008-11-24T00:05:43.817+08:00Young, Fat and ShortWhen I worked at my Baba's place (or wherever I go), I get to meet a lot of new people for the very first time. And since most of the people I met are my Baba's friends (or customers), they normally asked me this question, "<span style="font-style: italic;">You're XXX's son? How old are you? Which </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">secondary school</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> do you go to?</span>"<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SSjD6DRUFPI/AAAAAAAADfU/kKi_7vbfKe0/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SSjD6DRUFPI/AAAAAAAADfU/kKi_7vbfKe0/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271678765914920178" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Look young?<br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;">My Mama, who's often beside me, would giggle! When I told them that I was already in uni, they were shocked. They commented that I look like a secondary school student!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SSjD6aBdqkI/AAAAAAAADfc/aAyhN51q8tc/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 392px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SSjD6aBdqkI/AAAAAAAADfc/aAyhN51q8tc/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271678772022454850" border="0" /></a>Fat!<br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;">However, for those who know my age, they'll often focus on my size, my body size. "<span style="font-style: italic;">Wah! You're bigger size than your Baba lah! You get all the good food ah? No leftover for your Baba?</span>", this is what they would say.<br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SSjD6QriGWI/AAAAAAAADfk/TxKxht-UxYM/s1600-h/Untitled-3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SSjD6QriGWI/AAAAAAAADfk/TxKxht-UxYM/s400/Untitled-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271678769514551650" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Short!</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">When I was younger, most people talked about my height. <span style="font-style: italic;">"Eh, go and play basketball or swim more! That'll make you taller!"</span>, most of the people would tell me this. Actually, now there were still people telling me that I'm short.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Aiyor!</span> Out of 3 points, I only get 1. Bad<span style="font-style: italic;"> hor</span>? But then, how would I look like if I was tall and slim? Do I still look young? Will people still have something to comment?<br /><br />I know most of you will tell me, don't care about what others think about you. Just be yourself. Of course, I know! Haha! Anyway, this is just some random thought from me... :D<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">P/s</span>:</span> Can anyone cast a vote to me <a href="http://blognetawards.com/not-so-complicated">HERE</a>? I was nominated as the Best Blogger Blog! You'll need to register to vote. To register, click <a href="http://blognetawards.com/wp-login.php?action=register">HERE</a>. To vote, click <a href="http://blognetawards.com/not-so-complicated">HERE</a> and click the stars (you decide) after the description of my blog. By the way, you might be chosen as a cash prize winner by random if you commented! $250 for first prize!:)<br /></div></div><br /></div></div>Kokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-33746544823785177532008-11-19T23:44:00.003+08:002008-11-20T19:04:34.234+08:00I Was Conned!This morning I had my breakfast with my colleagues like usual. Yes, everyday we have our breakfast at a nearby coffeeshop. As usual, some random topic will come out during our <span style="font-style: italic;">makan</span> (eating) session.<br /><br />Today, one of my colleagues brought up the topic about how RM1 million is a lot and can live for quite a long time. That was the initial topic... then it went on and on till it was about how many people who was millionaire but lost it overnight due to business commitment.<br /><br />They discussed about this because a lot of people in the company normally earn quite a lot. After they retired, they would use the money to invest into business. Since they didn't have much experience in business, most lost quite a lot and in the end, they had to forget about retirement and went back to work.<br /><br />Wah! Interesting topic <span style="font-style: italic;">eh</span>?<br /><br />After <span style="font-style: italic;">makan</span>, I drove them back to the office. While on the way, one of my colleague, who was already retired (he work now based on contract), suddenly said, "In my whole life, I became millionaire twice but I lost it overnight too..."<br /><br />My first thought was, "<span style="font-style: italic;">Hey! He must be rich! But how come he lost it overnight? Business?</span>"<br /><br />I bet the other two colleagues of mine thought so too as they let out a big "<span style="font-style: italic;">WOAH! Really</span>?"<br /><br />Then this colleague continued, "<span style="font-style: italic;">First time was when I went to Rome and the second time was when I went to Indonesi</span><span style="font-style: italic;">a</span>."<br /><br />I thought that he must have been cheated or lost in gambling...<br /><br />Who knows, he seriously told us, <span style="font-style: italic;">"The currency for Rome that time was Lira and the currency for Indonesia is Rupiah! Of course I'm a millionaire lah! The currency was so much smaller! Then I spent everything mah, that's why I lost it overnight!" </span><br /><br />Haha! All of us suddenly burst out laughing!<br /><br />Actually, I laughed because I thought I am stupid! I should have thought of that; we'll be millionaire if we have RM1000!<br /><br />I think no matter how smart we are, the situation might influence our thinking. So, when we read in the newspaper that a lot of people were conned, we shouldn't think they're stupid. If we were in their shoes, I think, we'll fall into the trap too!<br /><br />What do you think? ;)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">P/s:</span> Anyone could cast a vote to me <a href="http://blognetawards.com/not-so-complicated">HERE</a>? I was nominated as the Best Blogger Blog! You'll need to register to vote. Let me know if you want to vote but don't know how. By the way, you''ll be chosen as a cash prize winner by random if you commented!<br /><br />I need your support, guys! :)Kokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-5916890529125145362008-11-19T23:15:00.000+08:002008-11-19T23:43:07.062+08:00Information About Webhosting<p class="MsoNormal">It has always been my dream to get myself a personal website. Ever since I blog, I keep searching for a reliable yet cheap <a href="http://webhostinggeeks.com/">webhosting</a> provider. You know, if it is an expensive web hosting provider but the website keeps offline. That is very annoying, don’t you think so?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">However, it is very difficult for me to find such web hosting provider. The only source I had at that time is no other than the Google. Not until when I found out about webhostinggeeks, it makes the process of getting a good web hosting provider easier! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Webhostinggeeks ranks the top 10 web hosting provider. It also lists down the features of each web hosting providers such as the price, space and traffic. You’ll definitely smile when you see the word “unlimited” for both space and traffic with the lowest price!<br /><o:p></o:p><br />Apart from that, it also states the bonus features of every web hosting providers. For instance, you can see if you can get free domain name, top technical support, Google or Yahoo credits and so on.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The best thing about webhostinggeeks is that hosting reviews are provided. Of course, we would like to see what the customers have said before we decided if it is the best or worst.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>So, webhostinggeeks is the first place you should stop if you are searching for a great web hosting provider! </p> <br /><br /><img src="http://tinyurl.com/66tee6" />Kokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-75905068511214397982008-11-14T00:32:00.002+08:002008-11-14T06:49:34.391+08:00Panda Mama and Panda BabaOne day, Panda Baba came back home after working for one whole day. Just as he stepped his feet into the house, he saw Panda Mama was weeping at the corner of the living room.<br /><br />Panda Baba calmly walked over to Panda Mama. He saw Panda Mama was holding a photograph of hers. While throwing his arms around Panda Mama, he asked, <span style="font-style: italic;">"Dear, what happened? Why are you crying?"</span>.<br /><br />Panda Mama replied in a very low tone, <span style="font-style: italic;">"I was being cheated..."</span><br /><br />Panda Baba started to worry, <span style="font-style: italic;">"What? You're being cheated? Who did that? What did you loss?"</span><br /><br />Panda Mama was reluctant to tell at first. But after much persuasion from Panda Baba, she finally decided to tell Panda Baba.<br /><br />She explained, <span style="font-style: italic;">"This is what happened, dear... This morning, I went to the shopping mall. While I was walking passed a photography studio, I saw a great promotion. For as low as 1000 bamboo (panda's currency), I'll have 50 coloured-high-quality-studio-taken-photographs. Since I do not have a personal album, I decided to give it a go. At least I can still have this album to look at when I am older or getting out of shape."</span><br /><br />Suddenly, Panda Mama raised her voice, <span style="font-style: italic;">"But I was cheated!!! Look at this!!!"</span><br /><br />She showed Panda Baba the photo which was strongly gripped in her hand...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SRr2-fVYezI/AAAAAAAADfM/RGoTMajHjCw/s1600-h/panda0106.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SRr2-fVYezI/AAAAAAAADfM/RGoTMajHjCw/s400/panda0106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267794267586722610" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Pretty Panda Mama (Photo: <a href="http://img.timeinc.net/">http://img.timeinc.net</a>)</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"They promised me coloured photos but why am I still <span style="font-weight: bold;">BLACK AND WHITE</span>?!?!"</span><br /><br />Panda Baba was totally speechless...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Hahaha! Have a great laugh, guys! Hope you all have a wonderful weekends! :)<br /></span><br /></div></div>Kokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130noreply@blogger.com65tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-79211301652077105042008-11-09T21:26:00.005+08:002008-11-12T23:18:31.086+08:00One Year...<span style="font-style: italic;">Dearest Gong Gong,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">A year ago, you left us suddenly to go to a far far place. Now, it's the day of the year again... How are you doing there? Do you miss us? Did you receive my previous letter? Have you travelled the whole world yet? Did you enjoy your food there? I have so many questions to ask you but I just don't know how to contact you. This is the longest time I haven't seen you. To tell you I don't miss you, that would be the biggest lie.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Gong Gong, while you were away, loads of thing happened here. But don't worry, as a whole, all are good news. Let me just briefly update you ok?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Gong, I've graduated as a Mechanical Engineer last year. I've fulfilled part of your wish to see all of your grandchildren to study till the highest level. Last April, I had my convo at my uni in Perth. Baba and Mama as well as Mei Mei attended my convo. Baba did listen to you to come for my convo and leave all the jobs behind for a moment. Supposingly, I would love you to come along as I know that was the day you were looking forward too. Unfortunately, you decided to leave before you could even see me in my graduation robe.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">We took quite a lot of photo. Too bad, they were all without you. Nevertheless, I guess you were there with us invisibly. I know you were smiling while looking at us that time. Gong, that degree that I've obtained would be dedicated to you. Without you, I don't think I'll be able to get that degree. Thank you, Gong. *Hugs*</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Not only I've graduated, Mei Mei also helped in fulfilling your wish. She graduated and obtained a degree in Biotech. She had her convo in August. This time round, Baba didn't manage to attend her convo as he had a compulsory meeting to attend. So, I represented Baba to attend her convo.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Both Mei Mei and I didn't manage to send you off the other day because we had our exams going on. I know you didn't blame us for not sending you off but for me, I feel really bad and guilty and am still feeling so. That's why I hope I could make that up by getting a degree for you. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Gong Gong, did you know that I've also come back to Miri for good? I was helping in the shop while looking for an engineering job outside. I am sorry for not staying in the shop and permanently but I have my own reasons, Gong. I am thinking of getting more experience outside before deciding what to do next. I hope you will support my idea although I know, you'll be more happy if I could help in the business. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Gong, I've actually got myself an engineering job earlier this month. Is that your blessing? I was given a position as a trainee commissioning engineer. Working under XXXXX Company, I am seconded to Shell. I am quite happy with my job at the moment. At least, the people there are very helpful to me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">As for business, all are going well, rest assured. While I was looking for a job, I helped out in the business. And guess what? I did close few deals there. I still remember how you used to smile at me when I closed a deal. You would pet at my back and said, "good good". How I wish you could still do that to me again...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Oh yeah, I'm still helping in the business whenever possible despite having a permanent job. It's a bit tiring for me but then, I try to get involve. I know you would be more happy if I could help out.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Baba and Mama are also doing well this year. Baba is fit and healthy, God bless! But Mama is a bit sick this few days. She was admitted to hospital last month due to "woman's problem" and had a minor operation. Don't worry, she's getting better now.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I think that's all for now, Gong. You must be yawning looking at such a long letter. You take care of yourself there ok? Send my regards to Po Po, too. I miss you a lot, Gong...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Forever your grandson,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Wei</span>Kokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-65186524815056713872008-11-09T02:44:00.004+08:002008-11-09T09:39:27.255+08:00Cry! Cry Somemore!<p class="MsoNormal">While I was eating with my family at a café here, suddenly, I heard a sound of a glass falling on the floor. It was a toddler who dropped the glass.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The father sitting next to him was so furious. You know <span style="font-style: italic;">lah</span>, kid doesn’t behave, the father or mother sure gets very angry. So, the father stared at the toddler, as if the toddler had committed a serious crime. The toddler was so afraid that he started to cry.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The father couldn’t control anymore. He raised his voice and said, “<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Cry! Cry somemore!</span>” When the toddler heard that, he cried even louder!<br /><o:p></o:p><br />Now, this is the part I don’t understand. I don’t know whether this applied to only Chinese family or to the other family as well. Whenever a kid cries, the parents would always say this phrase; “<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Cry! Cry somemore!</span>”. Then the kids would cry even more (although the initial intention is to tell them to stop crying)! But you can’t blame them. They’re just obeying their parents, don’t you think so? The parents ask them to cry somemore, so, they cry <span style="font-style: italic;">loh</span>!<br /><o:p></o:p><br />I just think that's one of the wrong ways to "teach" the kids but somehow, it's still being used from one generation to the other generation. How do you or will you tell your kids to stop crying? And is there anything which you disagree in teaching the kids but parents are still practising it now? <span style=""> </span><span style=""><br /></span></p>Kokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-80274250852943432802008-11-09T02:18:00.006+08:002008-11-09T02:49:20.567+08:00Save on Eyeglasses<p class="MsoNormal">Economy is so bad these days. Just look at the stockmarket, it only goes downwards and no upwards. A lot of employers are having a hard time and have to retrench some of their employees. With economy this bad, I think most of us have to try our best to cut down on our monthly or daily expenses.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>Take for example, my sister who wears <a href="http://zennioptical.com/cart/home.php">eyeglasses</a>. She normally spends hundreds for her eyeglasses a year. So, I suggest her to buy a cheaper frame at ZenniOptical.com to cut down the spending. Although it’s not much, accumulate with the other stuff, it will be a lot. You may ask why ZenniOptical.com. Now I will tell you why.</p>ZenniOptical.com is an online eyeglasses store which sells stylish prescription glasses from as low as $8! You might say the glasses must be of poor quality since the price is so low. No! They provide high quality glasses, I assure you. This is due to the fact that there are no middlemen involved in their own manufactured frames business.<br /><br />I know it might not save you much but then, it is better than none. This is especially useful for a large family who needs several pairs of eyeglasses for each family member. They can indirectly save hundreds if not thousands of dollars!<br /><br /><img src="http://tinyurl.com/56w32j" />Kokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-52418131836818168592008-11-04T01:39:00.001+08:002008-11-04T01:39:00.582+08:00Everything Also Can Sell?<div>I was so bored just now that I decided to just check out <a href="http://www.ebay.com.au/">Ebay</a> and <a href="http://www.mudah.com.my/">Mudah</a> (Malaysia's classified advertisement website). I was just browsing around to see what's the business opportunities out there. ;)<br /><div><div><div><div><br />Nowadays <span style="font-style: italic;">hor</span>, loads of things can be sold online. But almost all the things they sell are the same...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SQ4CKYp3MwI/AAAAAAAADek/LM-tFySyK3g/s1600-h/book.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264147391882670850" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SQ4CKYp3MwI/AAAAAAAADek/LM-tFySyK3g/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Selling book.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Most common one would be second hand books. It's a good idea to get rid of the books that are no longer worth sitting in your bookshelf.<br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SQ4CKxTMSHI/AAAAAAAADes/n0UMSa0fHh8/s1600-h/clothes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264147398498470002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SQ4CKxTMSHI/AAAAAAAADes/n0UMSa0fHh8/s400/clothes.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Selling clothes.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Another common one would be clothes. I've no idea if they're new or second hand but they're quite cheap!<br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SQ4CLZZZNYI/AAAAAAAADe8/IUw8sa8emo8/s1600-h/laptop.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264147409261901186" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SQ4CLZZZNYI/AAAAAAAADe8/IUw8sa8emo8/s400/laptop.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Laptops for sale.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I browsed here and there again and found out that most of the people sell laptops or electronic gadgets. Too bad, gadgets are a bit risky to be sold online.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Aih</span>... Most of them are selling the same stuff! Books, clothes, gadgets, books, clothes, gadgets, books, clothes, gadgets! My life already that boring and yet people in the online marketplace also selling all those boring stuff...<br /><br />But but... one thing that caught my eye! One of them sell an interesting one...<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SQ4CLLgxz5I/AAAAAAAADe0/MjsJEnVpoVk/s1600-h/cock.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264147405534777234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SQ4CLLgxz5I/AAAAAAAADe0/MjsJEnVpoVk/s400/cock.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">A cock!</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Yes, a <s>penis</s> cock! Can you believe it? Hahaha! Nowadays sellers can really find anything to sell! Even this cock! And hey, not cheap you know? One costs RM350!<br /></div></div></div></div><br />Next time I also want to sell cock! But a handsome, <s>cock</s> Kok! :P<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SQ4CmuNzj5I/AAAAAAAADfE/rFbp579UlIE/s1600-h/Kok.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264147878706909074" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SQ4CmuNzj5I/AAAAAAAADfE/rFbp579UlIE/s400/Kok.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Kok for sale (Click to enlarge).</span><br /></div><br />So, anyone want to buy Kok? Cheap cheap! Lelong lelong!<br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Kokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-68024788475883605962008-11-01T01:44:00.007+08:002008-11-01T03:15:39.336+08:00Celebrity In My Uni!Do you know why students are always complaining about their boring lectures in uni?<div align="center"></div><br />Because most of their professors are either look like this...<br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263383134255312370" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 249px; height: 308px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SQtLEvIR7fI/AAAAAAAADd8/6vl9skRr4Hk/s400/prof2.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo: <a href="http://www.econ.umn.edu/">http://www.econ.umn.edu</a></span><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div>This...<br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263383136507311410" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 247px; height: 321px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SQtLE3hMtTI/AAAAAAAADeE/Vs7sOKdmRvA/s400/prof3.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo: <a href="http://www.anu.edu.au/">http://www.anu.edu.au</a></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Or this...<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263383146031832418" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 262px; height: 282px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SQtLFbABXWI/AAAAAAAADeM/pyhA2MSDZo4/s400/prof4.jpg" border="0" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo: <a href="http://www.manhattanrep.com/">http://www.manhattanrep.com</a></span><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div>What if they have Rowan Atkinson @ Mr. Bean at their uni, would they still complaining?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263387964702885090" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 223px; height: 276px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SQtPd58uhOI/AAAAAAAADeU/OcokbV49pgA/s400/mrbean.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:78%;">Rowan Atkinson @ Mr. Bean (Photo: <a href="http://www.caughtinthemiddleman.files.wordpress.com/">http://www.caughtinthemiddleman.files.wordpress.com</a>)</span><br /></div><br />I bet they wouldn't. This is due to the fact that, Rowan Atkinson was in my uni as an invited lecturer and lectures were definitely not the same!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263389391416068034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SQtQw83qB8I/AAAAAAAADec/1YZmoZEtYwg/s400/IMG_9148+copy1.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:78%;">Mr. Bean at The University of Western Australia's 2008 convocation!</span><br /></div><br />A lot of jokes, a lot of laughter! I guess that's what students want most instead of the boring E=mc², right?<br /><br />Haha! Ok, I bluff about the Mr. Bean's part. He's actually a lecturer from my uni, Dr. Pawel Podsiadlo.<br /><br />Don't you think he looks like Mr. Bean? Haha!<p align="left"></p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Note:</span> This post is for entertainment purposes only. In case any individual finds that the photos are not allowed to be put up, please contact me at kokadoodle [at] gmail [dot] com. </span><br /><p align="left"></p>Kokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-73409731041070389752008-10-27T01:56:00.000+08:002008-10-27T02:09:52.273+08:00To Keep Or To Tell?I don't understand why I would end up feeling upset everytime I told someone my honest suggestions/opinions/feeling and etc. Am I being too honest? Or, is there something wrong with me?<br /><br />Few previous experiences were:<br /><ol><li><span style="color:#000066;">My uncle was telling me that one shouldn't study so much (back when I was in third year). In fact, one could earn more through direct sale. Since he was one of them who told me to study as much as I could when I was in my primary school, I told him back directly, "Why did you tell me to study when I was younger and now, when I was almost finish with my uni, you tell me that I don't need to study." Straight away, an arguement began. After that, I was being told that I was being rude. End up, I was upset...</span></li><br /><li><span style="color:#cc0000;">I was discussing with my baba about his business one day (couldn't remember when) when a debate started. I actually asked him to get another clerk to help with the office works and also to handle some other stuff. He gave all sort of reasons and of course, I, too gave backup to my idea. After few days, my mama told me that my baba was not very pleased with me. End up, I was upset...</span></li><br /><li><span style="color:#006600;">When I told one close friend about how I felt towards our friendship, our friendship, as a result, turned sour. This is not what I'm looking forward but, sigh... Anyway, again end up, I was upset...</span></li><br /><li><span style="color:#993399;">Just today, my business mind worked again. I asked my baba whether it is possible to do public transport business in Miri. His answer is no. When I asked him again for his reasons, he didn't give but after the second time I asked, this is his answer; "give free <em>lah</em>". Meaning, unless you give people free ride. I hope for a better reason of course. End up, I was upset...</span></li></ol><p>Maybe my mama was right. "It's because they're closed to you that made you tell them everything honestly. I don't think you'll tell a stranger like this because you won't care about a stranger." </p><p><em>Pah!</em> I couldn't care more. Perhaps, it's still the best to keep everything to myself...</p><p></p>Kokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-79308278868805598332008-10-23T00:29:00.007+08:002008-10-23T11:21:25.072+08:00Pathetic Chicken<div align="center"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Aiyo</span>, when I came back to Malaysia, everything was so small especially the chicken here.<span style="font-style: italic;"> Errr</span>... I mean the chicken that we eat ok? ;)<br /></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260017859450659570" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SP9WX9jEYvI/AAAAAAAADd0/zK3NMzslfIY/s400/pa_qa1.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:78%;">KFC Drumsticks (Photo: <a href="http://www.kfc.com.my/">www.kfc.com.my</a>)</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Just look at that bucket of fried chicken! One drumstick is definitely not enough for me loh! I think I need four of those. <span style="font-style: italic;">Hah!</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SP9WXpgMU5I/AAAAAAAADds/HvRMp7NdY8g/s1600-h/kenny+roger.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260017854069887890" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SP9WXpgMU5I/AAAAAAAADds/HvRMp7NdY8g/s400/kenny+roger.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Kenny Roger's roasted half chicken (Photo: <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.hooverdust.com">www.hooverdust.com</a>)</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">How about this roasted half chicken? <span style="font-style: italic;">Aiyo</span>, so pathetic <span style="font-style: italic;">leh</span>. I think the chicken was not well-fed in the farm, don't you think so? Not healthy <span style="font-style: italic;">lah</span> the chicken, so skinny...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SP9WXGF-5BI/AAAAAAAADdk/gzNiTXMa5FQ/s1600-h/DSC02892+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260017844564714514" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SP9WXGF-5BI/AAAAAAAADdk/gzNiTXMa5FQ/s400/DSC02892+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Chris with fresh drumsticks!</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Hey hey! Look at what both Chris and I found in Perth! This is what we called drumsticks <span style="font-style: italic;">lah</span>! As huge as Chris' muscular arms! Imagine I have those as KFC snack plate (two pieces of fried chicken)... <span style="font-style: italic;">Wuahhhh!!!!</span><br /><br />Hehehe! But too bad, KFC or Kenny Rogers are not going to have those because those are turkey drumsticks. ;)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">P/s</span>:</span> I'm not picking on KFC or Kenny Rogers. I'm just trying to over-exaggerate it to make this post a better one.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">P/s/s</span>: </span>Anyone tried turkey drumsticks before?<br /></div></div></div></div></div></div>Kokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-46331752750006718582008-10-20T00:03:00.000+08:002008-10-19T12:04:45.167+08:00I Am Fat Fat!No matter what suits I wear...<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SPoxuCn1a0I/AAAAAAAADdE/Uv2GKjAk6Eo/s1600-h/tiger1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258570181956168514" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SPoxuCn1a0I/AAAAAAAADdE/Uv2GKjAk6Eo/s400/tiger1.jpg" border="0" /></a>either a little tiger suit...<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SPoxtiC3z0I/AAAAAAAADc0/L9-T6sl9ChQ/s1600-h/bunny2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258570173211201346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SPoxtiC3z0I/AAAAAAAADc0/L9-T6sl9ChQ/s400/bunny2.jpg" border="0" /></a>or a cute bunny suit...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SPoxt8YS-jI/AAAAAAAADc8/5b1U-22YkpM/s1600-h/IMG_1495+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258570180280384050" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SPoxt8YS-jI/AAAAAAAADc8/5b1U-22YkpM/s400/IMG_1495+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Adelaide Rundle Mall's pig.</span><br /><br /></div>I still look like a big, fat pig!<br /></div><br />I've been eating non-stop ever since I came back to Miri! Yes! Non-stop! My waistline has increased so much that my jeans or trousers are getting tighter. <span style="font-style: italic;">*Sigh*</span><br /><br />Diet soon? But I love food! How???<br /><br /><div></div>Kokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-69333849122025974752008-10-16T00:13:00.002+08:002008-10-16T02:39:22.371+08:00Warranty For Life?Some people can be very "<em>kiam siap</em>" (stingy) and thick-skinned. I seriously have to call them master! <div></div><br /><div>Few days ago, my baba's customer came in to the office and made a big fuss. He demanded for a warranty claim although the warranty has expired for almost 3 years. When my mama explained to him about the warranty, he stopped my mama and said furiously, "you don't tell me all these! Don't tell me my thing left there would also get spoilt!"<br /><br /><span style="font-size:0;"><em>Wah</em></span>! I couldn't believe there's actually such a person in this world! Why don't he buy his clothes with the receipt stated, "only exchangeable within 3 days only if the product is not in satisfactory condition" and then exchange for a new one only after 10 years? Try give the reason, "I only wore it once and the clothes have changed yellowish". I think people will just give him a I-don't-give-a-damn-look or if he meet a gangster, he will just get himself two panda eyes.<br /><br />I just don't understand what was he thinking. Warranty for life?<p></p></div><div></div><div>Homer Simpson said, "D'OH!"<span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></div></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SPGITBtLvzI/AAAAAAAADb4/44ttyzkzEYM/s1600-h/doh-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256132100574920498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SPGITBtLvzI/AAAAAAAADb4/44ttyzkzEYM/s320/doh-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo: <a href="http://www.wilk4.com/">http://www.wilk4.com/</a></span> </div>Kokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-29801081536884151882008-10-13T02:36:00.001+08:002008-10-13T03:06:45.673+08:0018SX: Kok's Sexy Butt Revealed!<div align="left"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><em>Warning: The following post is strictly for readers aged 18 or over only. If you're below 18, please leave. However, if you decided to proceed on, Kok Kor Kor would not hold any responsiblities if you get caught by your Baba or Mama.</em></span><br /><br />After a huge demand from the <a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-ex-housemate-pervert.html">previous post</a>, I asked my Mama if I could post up a photo of my butt to satisfy everyone. To my surprise, my Mama's answer was "OK!". She even agreed to help me take a photo of it! <em>*Gulp*</em><br /><br />My Mama is not good in taking photo, hence, bear with the quality of the photo ok? And and, although I think I've a sexy butt, many might think otherwise. Anyway, you all asked for it! So, I don't bear any consequences <em>ah</em>!<br /><br />So, you all are very sure that you want to see Kok's sexy butt <span style="font-style: italic;">ah</span>??? If yes, scroll down (slowly if you're viewing this in your office or somewhere public)...</div><br /><p>...</p><p><br /></p><p>...</p><br /><p>...</p><br /><p>...</p><br /><p>...</p><br /><p>...</p><br /><p>...</p><br /><p>...</p><br /><p>...</p><br /><p>...</p><br /><p>...</p><br /><p>...</p><br /><p>...</p><p><br /></p><p>...</p><p><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256312168604989106" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SPIsEXZDdrI/AAAAAAAADcQ/NBltLh_J-UU/s400/IMG_2578+copy.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:78%;">Bouncy and meaty!<br /><br /></span></div><p align="left">Now that's Kok's butt! Sexy? Please say so since I've sacrificed so much for you all! After this, my blog might even be flagged as porn blog. And worst, I haven't actually planned on how to face my friends and relatives after this. But who cares?! As long as my readers are happy!:)</p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><br />But...<br /><p align="left"></p><br /><p align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">Buttt...</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p align="left"></p><span style="font-size:180%;">Buttttt...<br /><br /></span><p align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></p><p align="left"></p>Wouldn't it be better if I can show you all my butt and yet, my blog is still clean, and I can still face my friends and relatives?<br /><br /><p align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256312171318460194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SPIsEhf_vyI/AAAAAAAADcY/Ikd8a2Li7Wk/s400/IMG_2579+copy.jpg" border="0" /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">The joint at the knee.<br /><br /></span></div><p align="center"> </p>Yes, my "butt" actually came from there! ;)<br /><p>Hahahahaha!</p>Kokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130noreply@blogger.com35