<?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-26179389</id><updated>2012-01-19T16:41:09.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so complicated...</title><subtitle type='html'>Doodle means a figure, design or scribble which is drawn or written absent-mindedly.
(Quoted from: www.dictionary.com)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>326</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-345231011374079126</id><published>2009-11-09T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T13:45:06.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Doing Great?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My dearest Gong Gong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love from your grandson,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-345231011374079126?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/345231011374079126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=345231011374079126' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/345231011374079126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/345231011374079126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2009/09/are-you-doing-great.html' title='Are You Doing Great?'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-3243881127668788037</id><published>2009-03-11T21:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:34:50.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh, Eh! Eh Poh Nim Is Out!</title><content type='html'>I'm not a bookworm, if you know me well enough. However, I somehow love reading books from this great local writer - &lt;a href="http://www.lydiateh.wordpress.com/"&gt;Lydia Teh&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SbfFY7DTO-I/AAAAAAAADjc/u32xtqP4E1E/s1600-h/do-you-wear-suspenders-front-cover-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is the book by Lydia Teh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia is currently having her newest book just published; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do You Wear Suspenders? - The Wordy Tales of Eh Poh Nim&lt;/span&gt;. It is now available at the bookstores, such as &lt;a href="http://www.mph.com.my/books/lydia.cfm"&gt;MPH Bookstore&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.popular.com.my/"&gt;Popular Bookstore&lt;/a&gt;, 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a great deal from Popular Bookstore - you'll get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20% &lt;/span&gt;off the price of the book if you're a member of Popular Card! (Promotion expires on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7th of May 2009&lt;/span&gt;). You just need to click on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"English Books"&gt;Pop Choice&gt;In Title Box, search "Do You Wear Suspenders"&lt;/span&gt;. Grab a copy now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bookertisement&lt;/span&gt; for the book. Believe me, Lydia Teh is a creative and a funny lady/writer. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XdWUgkhsZYU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XdWUgkhsZYU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me she's an awesome actress too! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-3243881127668788037?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/3243881127668788037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=3243881127668788037' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/3243881127668788037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/3243881127668788037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2009/03/eh-eh-eh-poh-nim-is-out.html' title='Eh, Eh! Eh Poh Nim Is Out!'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SbfFY7DTO-I/AAAAAAAADjc/u32xtqP4E1E/s72-c/do-you-wear-suspenders-front-cover-copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-4033705821377298098</id><published>2009-02-14T01:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:07:49.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Short Note: This is a backdated post written way back on Valentine's Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dearest Po Po,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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...&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till our next meeting... take care, Po Po. I love you...&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always your grandson,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6590cc073389f046" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6590cc073389f046%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330333116%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F2507D2BB8A38FB1F38E61FDAE8FB8226FE2358.7593D2FC443A5A514D70FC0EDD4EA29323767210%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6590cc073389f046%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpH60ZxeWoOky3nVOXHP71YiPPlw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6590cc073389f046%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330333116%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F2507D2BB8A38FB1F38E61FDAE8FB8226FE2358.7593D2FC443A5A514D70FC0EDD4EA29323767210%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6590cc073389f046%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpH60ZxeWoOky3nVOXHP71YiPPlw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now, do you agree with me that my Po Po could really sing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P/s&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; 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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-4033705821377298098?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6590cc073389f046&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/4033705821377298098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=4033705821377298098' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/4033705821377298098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/4033705821377298098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day...'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-8389357876173210559</id><published>2009-02-13T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:33:41.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eoe Online Is Fast, I Was Slow...</title><content type='html'>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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I regret most is that, I didn't manage to show my graduation photos to my Po Po before she left. Remember &lt;a href="http://www.eoe.com.my/"&gt;eoe online&lt;/a&gt; which I've mentioned it before? If you can't remember (since I haven't updated my blog for long), this is the post - &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/12/photos-printed-at-fingertips.html"&gt;Photos Printed At Fingertips&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SalD9_HJxnI/AAAAAAAADi8/lcE6wYOJjs0/s1600-h/IMG_3082.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Skynet Courier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SalD94rWuQI/AAAAAAAADjE/edFUM4ZzTvQ/s1600-h/IMG_3085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SalD94rWuQI/AAAAAAAADjE/edFUM4ZzTvQ/s400/IMG_3085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307848366298151170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cardboard wrapper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SalD-HjHmsI/AAAAAAAADjM/dUODnUKeBw0/s1600-h/IMG_3094.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Two albums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SalD-C45ptI/AAAAAAAADjU/tIUVIybJ3OA/s1600-h/IMG_3095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SalD-C45ptI/AAAAAAAADjU/tIUVIybJ3OA/s400/IMG_3095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307848369039320786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eoe online is fast at printing and sending the photos, but I was just too slow to show my Po Po my graduation photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-8389357876173210559?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/8389357876173210559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=8389357876173210559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/8389357876173210559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/8389357876173210559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2009/02/eoe-online-is-fast-i-was-slow.html' title='Eoe Online Is Fast, I Was Slow...'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SalD9_HJxnI/AAAAAAAADi8/lcE6wYOJjs0/s72-c/IMG_3082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-9034086511954666519</id><published>2009-01-18T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:17:12.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted...</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;P/s:&lt;/span&gt; Happy New Year to you all. Thanks for the wishes in the previous post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-9034086511954666519?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/9034086511954666519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=9034086511954666519' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/9034086511954666519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/9034086511954666519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2009/01/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted...'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-3147611269469965407</id><published>2008-12-25T11:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T11:14:07.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Ho Ho! Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Short note: I'm STILL sick although getting better! *Sigh* Worse, my modem at home also sick! Hence, can't blog yet. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's the day of the year again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Remember this Christmas tree? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I am here to wish everyone a Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you get any presents? I definitely want at least one from you all! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/26179389-3147611269469965407?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/3147611269469965407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=3147611269469965407' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/3147611269469965407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/3147611269469965407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/12/ho-ho-ho-merry-christmas.html' title='Ho Ho Ho! Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-7570755611629116971</id><published>2008-12-18T19:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T20:19:10.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Free Printed Photos For Bloggers!</title><content type='html'>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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the news? Here it comes! &lt;a href="http://www.eoe.com.my/"&gt;Eoe online&lt;/a&gt; is giving out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50 free printed photos&lt;/span&gt; for 100 bloggers! This is a great news isn't it? And from the comments of my previous post (&lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/12/photos-printed-at-fingertips.html"&gt;Photos Printed At Fingertips&lt;/a&gt;), 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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get the free photos, it's as simple as to use &lt;a href="http://www.eoe.com.my/"&gt;eoe online&lt;/a&gt;. Just follow the steps as follow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Register an account at eoe online.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play around the website (i.e. upload some photos, browse the website, know the service available and etc.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write a review about the site (detail instructions &lt;a href="http://www.eoe.com.my/data/st/22/index.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; - must read!).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Upload 50 photos which you want to get it printed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;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 &lt;strong&gt;Olympus E-520 DSLR camera &lt;/strong&gt;with a&lt;strong&gt; 14-42mm lens&lt;/strong&gt; worth &lt;strong&gt;RM2499.00&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you already have a Christmas gift before Christmas. Awesome &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;P/s&lt;/span&gt;: I'll try to write a post once I recovered...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-7570755611629116971?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/7570755611629116971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=7570755611629116971' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/7570755611629116971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/7570755611629116971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/12/50-free-printed-photos.html' title='50 Free Printed Photos For Bloggers!'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-1640437872125124787</id><published>2008-12-12T19:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:53:58.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos Printed At Fingertips!</title><content type='html'>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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photos which I would really want to print out would be these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SUJ0hEvafNI/AAAAAAAADhc/vwxxF2Bb-Hc/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In front of Winthrop Hall at The University of Western Australia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SUJ0haRFriI/AAAAAAAADhk/vz92BEpBBeY/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Finally graduated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a really great deal from &lt;a href="http://www.eoe.com.my/en/"&gt;eoe online&lt;/a&gt;. At promotion price now, I can get a piece of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4R&lt;/span&gt; photo for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM0.30&lt;/span&gt; and a piece of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5R&lt;/span&gt; photo for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM0.50&lt;/span&gt;! Not only that, for orders of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM35 and above&lt;/span&gt;, you can have your photos delivered to your doorsteps for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;a href="http://www.eoe.com.my/en/"&gt;eoe online&lt;/a&gt;, everything is at my fingertips. It's very simple to get my photos printed with just three simple steps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SUJuWs6NBfI/AAAAAAAADhU/raka5V8hq68/s1600-h/eprint-step1.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I can just sit back and wait for the photos to be delivered. How fast and easy right? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the photo quality you might ask... That, I'll write another review on that after I've received my photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-1640437872125124787?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/1640437872125124787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=1640437872125124787' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/1640437872125124787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/1640437872125124787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/12/photos-printed-at-fingertips.html' title='Photos Printed At Fingertips!'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SUJ0hEvafNI/AAAAAAAADhc/vwxxF2Bb-Hc/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-7601309002975865403</id><published>2008-12-08T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T10:30:44.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mee Sua and Gong Pia</title><content type='html'>When 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if we want to go to Sibu, Sarawak, what can we get for souvenirs? Let Kok tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/STvwvXV8JLI/AAAAAAAADg0/F-4fFcEPuLA/s1600-h/IMG_2861+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mee Sua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You can get some raw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mee Sua&lt;/span&gt; there. Not only it's cheaper than other places but it also tastes better than those we can get in the supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/STvwvkVjzQI/AAAAAAAADg8/XjFXN0kmC4c/s1600-h/IMG_2863+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dried under the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For those who don't know what's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mee Sua&lt;/span&gt;, 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/STvwvwTtSqI/AAAAAAAADhE/MWumcXOnrCM/s1600-h/IMG_2874+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/STvwvwTtSqI/AAAAAAAADhE/MWumcXOnrCM/s400/IMG_2874+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277076091606747810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gong Pia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another thing that you can get in Sibu is the famous &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gong Pia&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://everybeing.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dalicia&lt;/a&gt;, now you know how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gong Pia&lt;/span&gt; look like eh? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/STvwwTPFO3I/AAAAAAAADhM/QqOk6OjgjNU/s1600-h/IMG_2876+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Small and light, topped with sesame seeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gong Pia&lt;/span&gt; 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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now if you happened to drop by Sibu, Sarawak, aparts from eating the popular &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kampua &lt;/span&gt;(also known as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kolo mee&lt;/span&gt;), you can get those fresh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mee Sua&lt;/span&gt; or those Foochow bagles. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-7601309002975865403?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/7601309002975865403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=7601309002975865403' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/7601309002975865403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/7601309002975865403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/12/mee-sua-and-gong-pia.html' title='Mee Sua and Gong Pia'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/STvwvXV8JLI/AAAAAAAADg0/F-4fFcEPuLA/s72-c/IMG_2861+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-9045847030750832082</id><published>2008-12-03T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:49:50.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Moment With My (Football) Kakiis</title><content type='html'>I 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 &lt;a href="http://www.kakiis.com/"&gt;kakiis&lt;/a&gt; (buddies) no matter where I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no no no. Those are just too simple in football. The higher level skills that I learnt are these...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/STP6pLdUh8I/AAAAAAAADgs/UVf9U9YlHGU/s1600-h/Blog3+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/STP6pLdUh8I/AAAAAAAADgs/UVf9U9YlHGU/s400/Blog3+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274835173938333634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The UWA'S football kakiis @ James Oval 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brian's block balls.&lt;br /&gt;Jono's pinch ball.&lt;br /&gt;Nathan's hold ball.&lt;br /&gt;Yoong and Jason's "siam" (avoid) ball.&lt;br /&gt;Henry's kiss ball.&lt;br /&gt;Danny's dragon ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Kok already knows how to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CATCH BALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;! Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I miss my football kakiis a lot! When can we have another match, guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;P/s:&lt;/span&gt; This is another contest organised by &lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/"&gt;Nuffnang.com&lt;/a&gt; which offers digital cameras' prizes. By the way, I didn't win the previous contest. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-9045847030750832082?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/9045847030750832082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=9045847030750832082' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/9045847030750832082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/9045847030750832082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/12/moment-with-my-football-kakiis.html' title='A Moment With My (Football) Kakiis'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/STP6pLdUh8I/AAAAAAAADgs/UVf9U9YlHGU/s72-c/Blog3+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-2891669701879497492</id><published>2008-11-28T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T19:11:44.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wackiest I Would Do to Race for N96</title><content type='html'>Nokia 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 &lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/"&gt;Nuffnang.com&lt;/a&gt;, 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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SS67y6XwNEI/AAAAAAAADfs/6pQ2AYWrGXo/s1600-h/n96-race.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Nokia N96 Race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah! The second round is so much tougher! I need to come out a post with this title, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The Wackiest I Would Do to Race for N96&lt;/span&gt;". I know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, Kok is crazy but, how crazy can he be to race for N96? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SS69ctlOfMI/AAAAAAAADgU/0HdkJRGTa0A/s1600-h/FireWalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fire walk? [Photo: http://www.mentalcombat.co.uk]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Walk on the fire? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aiyo&lt;/span&gt;, that's too common &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. A lot of people has done that. Nothing special with that although it looks quite cool to walk on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SS6-IIr20lI/AAAAAAAADgc/ehD-S66RbdE/s1600-h/robert-alian_1822.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Spiderman climbing Petronas Twin Tower? [Photo: http://www.contractjournal.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then, I thought of climbing Petronas Twin Tower. That's not an easy task which can be considered. However, &lt;a href="http://www.contractjournal.com/blogs/construction-projects-world/2007/05/the_petronas_twin_towers.html"&gt;Alain Robert&lt;/a&gt; has done it before &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;! I don't want to become copy &lt;s&gt;spider&lt;/s&gt; cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SS6_SWvxgwI/AAAAAAAADgk/XFH7E-hh4yA/s1600-h/piercing.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Piercings? [Photo: http://funnypictures.blogsome.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I thought of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Believe It Or Not"&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;s&gt;handsome&lt;/s&gt; baby face. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SS67zuVNrZI/AAAAAAAADgE/FVhObJVCYeo/s1600-h/Nokia_N96_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nokia N96.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haiyo&lt;/span&gt;... 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, after thinking for quite a while, this is what I would do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SS67zC9a5EI/AAAAAAAADf0/YaBxvRhdRF0/s1600-h/IMG_0515+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Smelly butt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll &lt;s&gt;kiss&lt;/s&gt; 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 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SS67zeuh2oI/AAAAAAAADf8/ZUVAj5guKNk/s1600-h/IMG_7637+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Huge pig!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's this pig! Hahaha! Tell me that's one of the wackiest thing that a person would do! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing I'm worried... would the traffic police give "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saman&lt;/span&gt;" (summon) to the pig on the road? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Scratching head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/s:&lt;/span&gt; I might have to change the pig to the other animal such as cow, goat or even, monkey! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-2891669701879497492?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/2891669701879497492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=2891669701879497492' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/2891669701879497492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/2891669701879497492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/11/wackiest-i-would-do-to-race-for-n96.html' title='The Wackiest I Would Do to Race for N96'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SS67y6XwNEI/AAAAAAAADfs/6pQ2AYWrGXo/s72-c/n96-race.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-1798969851241792040</id><published>2008-11-24T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T00:05:43.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Young, Fat and Short</title><content type='html'>When 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, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're XXX's son? How old are you? Which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;secondary school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; do you go to?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SSjD6DRUFPI/AAAAAAAADfU/kKi_7vbfKe0/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Look young?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SSjD6aBdqkI/AAAAAAAADfc/aAyhN51q8tc/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;However, for those who know my age, they'll often focus on my size, my body size. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wah! You're bigger size than your Baba lah! You get all the good food ah? No leftover for your Baba?&lt;/span&gt;", this is what they would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SSjD6QriGWI/AAAAAAAADfk/TxKxht-UxYM/s1600-h/Untitled-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Short!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I was younger, most people talked about my height. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eh, go and play basketball or swim more! That'll make you taller!"&lt;/span&gt;, most of the people would tell me this. Actually, now there were still people telling me that I'm short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aiyor!&lt;/span&gt; Out of 3 points, I only get 1. Bad&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hor&lt;/span&gt;? 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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P/s&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Can anyone cast a vote to me &lt;a href="http://blognetawards.com/not-so-complicated"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;? I was nominated as the Best Blogger Blog! You'll need to register to vote. To register, click &lt;a href="http://blognetawards.com/wp-login.php?action=register"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. To vote, click &lt;a href="http://blognetawards.com/not-so-complicated"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; and click the stars (you decide) after the description of my blog.  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Yes, everyday we have our breakfast at a nearby coffeeshop. As usual, some random topic will come out during our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makan&lt;/span&gt; (eating) session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah! Interesting topic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eh&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makan&lt;/span&gt;, 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..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first thought was, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey! He must be rich! But how come he lost it overnight? Business?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet the other two colleagues of mine thought so too as they let out a big "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WOAH! Really&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this colleague continued, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First time was when I went to Rome and the second time was when I went to Indonesi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that he must have been cheated or lost in gambling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, he seriously told us, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"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!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! All of us suddenly burst out laughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I laughed because I thought I am stupid! I should have thought of that; we'll be millionaire if we have RM1000!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/s:&lt;/span&gt; Anyone could cast a vote to me &lt;a href="http://blognetawards.com/not-so-complicated"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;? 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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need your support, guys! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-3374654482378517753?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/3374654482378517753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=3374654482378517753' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/3374654482378517753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/3374654482378517753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-was-conned.html' title='I Was Conned!'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-591689052912514536</id><published>2008-11-19T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:43:07.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Information About Webhosting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It has always been my dream to get myself a personal website. Ever since I blog, I keep searching for a reliable yet cheap &lt;a href="http://webhostinggeeks.com/"&gt;webhosting&lt;/a&gt;  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?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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! &lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;So, webhostinggeeks is the first place you should stop if you are searching for a great web hosting provider! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/66tee6" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-591689052912514536?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/591689052912514536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=591689052912514536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/591689052912514536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/591689052912514536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/11/information-about-webhosting.html' title='Information About Webhosting'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-7590506851121439798</id><published>2008-11-14T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T06:49:34.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panda Mama and Panda Baba</title><content type='html'>One 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dear, what happened? Why are you crying?"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panda Mama replied in a very low tone, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I was being cheated..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panda Baba started to worry, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What? You're being cheated? Who did that? What did you loss?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panda Mama was reluctant to tell at first. But after much persuasion from Panda Baba, she finally decided to tell Panda Baba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She explained, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"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."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Panda Mama raised her voice, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"But I was cheated!!! Look at this!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She showed Panda Baba the photo which was strongly gripped in her hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SRr2-fVYezI/AAAAAAAADfM/RGoTMajHjCw/s1600-h/panda0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pretty Panda Mama (Photo: &lt;a href="http://img.timeinc.net/"&gt;http://img.timeinc.net&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"They promised me coloured photos but why am I still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLACK AND WHITE&lt;/span&gt;?!?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panda Baba was totally speechless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hahaha! Have a great laugh, guys! Hope you all have a wonderful weekends! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-7590506851121439798?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/7590506851121439798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=7590506851121439798' title='68 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/7590506851121439798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/7590506851121439798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/11/panda-mama-and-panda-baba.html' title='Panda Mama and Panda Baba'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SRr2-fVYezI/AAAAAAAADfM/RGoTMajHjCw/s72-c/panda0106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>68</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-7921130165207710504</id><published>2008-11-09T21:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:18:31.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dearest Gong Gong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forever your grandson,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-7921130165207710504?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/7921130165207710504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=7921130165207710504' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/7921130165207710504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/7921130165207710504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-year.html' title='One Year...'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-6518652481505671387</id><published>2008-11-09T02:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T09:39:27.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry! Cry Somemore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The father sitting next to him was so furious. You know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, 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.&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The father couldn’t control anymore. He raised his voice and said, “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cry! Cry somemore!&lt;/span&gt;” When the toddler heard that, he cried even louder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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; “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cry! Cry somemore!&lt;/span&gt;”. 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 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-6518652481505671387?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/6518652481505671387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=6518652481505671387' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/6518652481505671387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/6518652481505671387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/11/cry-cry-somemore.html' title='Cry! Cry Somemore!'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-8027425085294343280</id><published>2008-11-09T02:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T02:49:20.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save on Eyeglasses</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Take for example, my sister who wears &lt;a href="http://zennioptical.com/cart/home.php"&gt;eyeglasses&lt;/a&gt;. 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.&lt;/p&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/56w32j" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-8027425085294343280?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/8027425085294343280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=8027425085294343280' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/8027425085294343280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/8027425085294343280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/11/save-on-eyeglasses.html' title='Save on Eyeglasses'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-5241813183681816859</id><published>2008-11-04T01:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T01:39:00.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Also Can Sell?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was so bored just now that I decided to just check out &lt;a href="http://www.ebay.com.au/"&gt;Ebay&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.mudah.com.my/"&gt;Mudah&lt;/a&gt; (Malaysia's classified advertisement website). I was just browsing around to see what's the business opportunities out  there. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;, loads of things can be sold online. But almost all the things they sell are the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SQ4CKYp3MwI/AAAAAAAADek/LM-tFySyK3g/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Selling book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SQ4CKxTMSHI/AAAAAAAADes/n0UMSa0fHh8/s1600-h/clothes.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Selling clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another common one would be clothes. I've no idea if they're new or second hand but they're quite cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SQ4CLZZZNYI/AAAAAAAADe8/IUw8sa8emo8/s1600-h/laptop.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Laptops for sale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aih&lt;/span&gt;... 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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But but... one thing that caught my eye! One of them sell an interesting one...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SQ4CLLgxz5I/AAAAAAAADe0/MjsJEnVpoVk/s1600-h/cock.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A cock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, a &lt;s&gt;penis&lt;/s&gt; 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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I also want to sell cock! But a handsome, &lt;s&gt;cock&lt;/s&gt; Kok! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SQ4CmuNzj5I/AAAAAAAADfE/rFbp579UlIE/s1600-h/Kok.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kok for sale (Click to enlarge).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyone want to buy Kok? Cheap cheap! Lelong lelong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-5241813183681816859?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/5241813183681816859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=5241813183681816859' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/5241813183681816859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/5241813183681816859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/11/everything-also-can-sell.html' title='Everything Also Can Sell?'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SQ4CKYp3MwI/AAAAAAAADek/LM-tFySyK3g/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-6802478847588360596</id><published>2008-11-01T01:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T03:15:39.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity In My Uni!</title><content type='html'>Do you know why students are always complaining about their boring lectures in uni?&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because most of their professors are either look like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo: &lt;a href="http://www.econ.umn.edu/"&gt;http://www.econ.umn.edu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo: &lt;a href="http://www.anu.edu.au/"&gt;http://www.anu.edu.au&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Or this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo: &lt;a href="http://www.manhattanrep.com/"&gt;http://www.manhattanrep.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What if they have Rowan Atkinson @ Mr. Bean at their uni, would they still complaining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rowan Atkinson @ Mr. Bean (Photo: &lt;a href="http://www.caughtinthemiddleman.files.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://www.caughtinthemiddleman.files.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mr. Bean at The University of Western Australia's 2008 convocation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of jokes, a lot of laughter! I guess that's what students want most instead of the boring E=mc², right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Ok, I bluff about the Mr. Bean's part. He's actually a lecturer from my uni, Dr. Pawel Podsiadlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think he looks like Mr. Bean? Haha!&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt; 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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-6802478847588360596?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/6802478847588360596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=6802478847588360596' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/6802478847588360596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/6802478847588360596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/11/celebrity-in-my-uni.html' title='Celebrity In My Uni!'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SQtLEvIR7fI/AAAAAAAADd8/6vl9skRr4Hk/s72-c/prof2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-7340973104107038975</id><published>2008-10-27T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T02:09:52.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Keep Or To Tell?</title><content type='html'>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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few previous experiences were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;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...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;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...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;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...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;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 &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;". Meaning, unless you give people free ride. I hope for a better reason of course. End up, I was upset...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;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." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pah!&lt;/em&gt; I couldn't care more. Perhaps, it's still the best to keep everything to myself...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-7340973104107038975?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/7340973104107038975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=7340973104107038975' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/7340973104107038975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/7340973104107038975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-keep-or-to-tell.html' title='To Keep Or To Tell?'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-7930827886880559833</id><published>2008-10-23T00:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:21:25.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pathetic Chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aiyo&lt;/span&gt;, when I came back to Malaysia, everything was so small especially the chicken here.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Errr&lt;/span&gt;... I mean the chicken that we eat ok? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;KFC Drumsticks (Photo: &lt;a href="http://www.kfc.com.my/"&gt;www.kfc.com.my&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just look at that bucket of fried chicken! One drumstick is definitely not enough for me loh! I think I need four of those. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SP9WXpgMU5I/AAAAAAAADds/HvRMp7NdY8g/s1600-h/kenny+roger.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kenny Roger's roasted half chicken (Photo: &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.hooverdust.com"&gt;www.hooverdust.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How about this roasted half chicken? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aiyo&lt;/span&gt;, so pathetic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;. I think the chicken was not well-fed in the farm, don't you think so? Not healthy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; the chicken, so skinny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SP9WXGF-5BI/AAAAAAAADdk/gzNiTXMa5FQ/s1600-h/DSC02892+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chris with fresh drumsticks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey hey! Look at what both Chris and I found in Perth! This is what we called drumsticks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;! As huge as Chris' muscular arms! Imagine I have those as KFC snack plate (two pieces of fried chicken)... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wuahhhh!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe! But too bad, KFC or Kenny Rogers are not going to have those because those are turkey drumsticks. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P/s&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; I'm not picking on KFC or Kenny Rogers. I'm just trying to over-exaggerate it to make this post a better one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P/s/s&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Anyone tried turkey drumsticks before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-7930827886880559833?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/7930827886880559833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=7930827886880559833' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/7930827886880559833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/7930827886880559833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/10/pathetic-chicken.html' title='Pathetic Chicken'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SP9WX9jEYvI/AAAAAAAADd0/zK3NMzslfIY/s72-c/pa_qa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-4633175275000671858</id><published>2008-10-20T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T12:04:45.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Fat Fat!</title><content type='html'>No matter what suits I wear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SPoxuCn1a0I/AAAAAAAADdE/Uv2GKjAk6Eo/s1600-h/tiger1.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;either a little tiger suit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SPoxtiC3z0I/AAAAAAAADc0/L9-T6sl9ChQ/s1600-h/bunny2.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or a cute bunny suit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SPoxt8YS-jI/AAAAAAAADc8/5b1U-22YkpM/s1600-h/IMG_1495+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Adelaide Rundle Mall's pig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I still look like a big, fat pig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diet soon? But I love food! How???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-4633175275000671858?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/4633175275000671858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=4633175275000671858' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/4633175275000671858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/4633175275000671858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/10/which-costumes.html' title='I Am Fat Fat!'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SPoxuCn1a0I/AAAAAAAADdE/Uv2GKjAk6Eo/s72-c/tiger1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-6933384912202597475</id><published>2008-10-16T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T02:39:22.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warranty For Life?</title><content type='html'>Some people can be very "&lt;em&gt;kiam siap&lt;/em&gt;" (stingy) and thick-skinned. I seriously have to call them master! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand what was he thinking. Warranty for life?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homer Simpson said, "D'OH!"&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SPGITBtLvzI/AAAAAAAADb4/44ttyzkzEYM/s1600-h/doh-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo: &lt;a href="http://www.wilk4.com/"&gt;http://www.wilk4.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-6933384912202597475?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/6933384912202597475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=6933384912202597475' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/6933384912202597475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/6933384912202597475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/10/warranty-for-life.html' title='Warranty For Life?'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SPGITBtLvzI/AAAAAAAADb4/44ttyzkzEYM/s72-c/doh-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-2980108153688415188</id><published>2008-10-13T02:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T03:06:45.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18SX: Kok's Sexy Butt Revealed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;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.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a huge demand from the &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-ex-housemate-pervert.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;, 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! &lt;em&gt;*Gulp*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you all are very sure that you want to see Kok's sexy butt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah&lt;/span&gt;??? If yes, scroll down (slowly if you're viewing this in your office or somewhere public)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bouncy and meaty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;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!:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Buttt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Buttttt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The joint at the knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Yes, my "butt" actually came from there! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahahahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-2980108153688415188?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/2980108153688415188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=2980108153688415188' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/2980108153688415188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/2980108153688415188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/10/18sx-koks-sexy-butt-revealed.html' title='18SX: Kok&apos;s Sexy Butt Revealed!'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SPIsEXZDdrI/AAAAAAAADcQ/NBltLh_J-UU/s72-c/IMG_2578+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-6605264370402884093</id><published>2008-10-10T00:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T10:30:04.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ex-Housemate A Pervert?</title><content type='html'>You know your housemate is a pervert...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255191232312438114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SO4wlSS67WI/AAAAAAAADbo/zsKP6xaTNf8/s320/IMG_9693+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why Chris so happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When he used your camera and took a photo of your butt crack!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255191231751252802" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SO4wlQNH60I/AAAAAAAADbw/vt7ZV2pCHjw/s320/IMG_9694+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My butt crack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Arggghhhh! I miss my life in Perth! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-6605264370402884093?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/6605264370402884093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=6605264370402884093' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/6605264370402884093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/6605264370402884093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-ex-housemate-pervert.html' title='My Ex-Housemate A Pervert?'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SO4wlSS67WI/AAAAAAAADbo/zsKP6xaTNf8/s72-c/IMG_9693+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-4956520001376196811</id><published>2008-10-09T02:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T02:40:07.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia: Places, People Food</title><content type='html'>When people ask me where am I from, I always answer them proudly, "Malaysia". Although Malaysia is not really a huge country as compared to the other ASEAN or Asia countries, it's a good place to stay or to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Places of Interest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Malaysia, we have a lot of places to visit. Every states have their own places of interest. Take for example, in Sarawak, we have Mulu Caves. It is well known for the home to the world's largest and most fascinating caves. If you're looking forward to visit some of the historical sites in Malaysia, you might have to try Malacca. The most popular historical site in Malacca is the Fort A Famosa. It was constructed by the Portuguese way back in the year 1511.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254836991063619458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SOzuZuzt94I/AAAAAAAADbI/Wv3m6UyvILE/s320/deercave80seentra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Deer Cave (Photo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mulucaves.org/"&gt;http://www.mulucaves.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those are some of the places of interest in Malaysia. That's only 2 states. Imagine there are thirteen states and three federal territories in Malaysia, you have plenty of places to visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia is multi-racial country where all the people live in peace and harmony. There are three largest populations in Malaysia. The Malays form the largest population followed by Chinese and Indian. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254838334098212450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SOzvn6AHhmI/AAAAAAAADbQ/kpwAhh4eOjU/s320/people.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Multi-racial (Photo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.malaysian-info.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.malaysian-info.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Malaysians are friendly in general. If you happened to visit Malaysia, I'm pretty sure you'll like the people here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since Malaysia is formed by various races, we can find all different kind of food in Malaysia. To me, Malaysia is a food paradise. Roti canai, Char Kueh Tiaw, Chapati, Rendang, Kolo Mee are some of the famous food here. I personally love Char Kueh Tiaw and Kolo Mee. If you came across my blog before, I did blog about Char Kueh Tiaw a couple of times. In case you don't know, it's flat noodles being fried with several other ingredients such as bean sprouts, eggs, vege and etc. You must try it out if you happened to be in Malaysia. I'm sure you'll never forget the taste of it! Yummy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254839410349521666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="280" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SOzwmjWbOwI/AAAAAAAADbY/95i-OBmWy7A/s320/macam2%2520food.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Various food (Photo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mustseemalaysia.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.mustseemalaysia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best part is the food here is cheap overall. You can enjoy your food without the fear of burning your pocket. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All of these make me love Malaysia more! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254833711138221554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SOzra0IkLfI/AAAAAAAADbA/l0WOtoPkhDM/s320/cover501-malaysia-207x300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you would like to know more about Malaysia, you can get yourself a copy of this 50+1 Malaysia Book at &lt;a href="http://www.themalaysiapage.com/"&gt;www.themalaysiapage.com&lt;/a&gt;. It is an awesome book not only for the foreigners but also for the Malaysian. Grab yourself a copy at discounted rate of RM 19.90 (normal price at RM51.00) now! Or else, you can be like me, blog about it and get a copy FREE! More info &lt;a href="http://themalaysiapage.com/contest-for-bloggers/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-4956520001376196811?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/4956520001376196811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=4956520001376196811' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/4956520001376196811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/4956520001376196811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/10/malaysia-places-people-food.html' title='Malaysia: Places, People Food'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SOzuZuzt94I/AAAAAAAADbI/Wv3m6UyvILE/s72-c/deercave80seentra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-2047708737188898396</id><published>2008-10-09T01:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T02:06:11.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spectacles</title><content type='html'>Nowadays, spectacles or &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/46cz5c"&gt;eyeglasses&lt;/a&gt; are not only used by those who have problems with their eyesights, it's also used as a kind of fashion. However, spectacles can cost you a bomb if you do not know where is the right place to get a pair of. And also, some stores do not offer a lot of selections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenni Optical is an online store to get stylish prescription glasses from as low as $8. What a great deal, don't you think so? Are you worried of the low quality due to the low prices? Worry no more. This is due to the fact that they sell their manufactured frames direct to the customer without involving any middlemen. There are lots of frames, with single vision lens, sunsensor (potochromic) lens, tinted sunglasses lens, bifocal lens and progressive lens to be chosen from. Below is the one which I would like to get for myself. I think I'll look great with that, what do you reckon? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254844185101638034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SOz08esCmZI/AAAAAAAADbg/mHo9WEPBvmE/s320/spec.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What are you waiting for now? They have new frames arrived recently. You'll be amazed at their wide range of selections at a very low price! Head over now and choose your own eyeglasses! &lt;/p&gt;For customers' reviews, you can see for yourself &lt;a href="http://clarkhoward.com/liveweb/shownotes/2007/06/27/12362/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/3nfbar" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-2047708737188898396?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/2047708737188898396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=2047708737188898396' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/2047708737188898396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/2047708737188898396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/10/spectacles.html' title='Spectacles'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SOz08esCmZI/AAAAAAAADbg/mHo9WEPBvmE/s72-c/spec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-1146038724855066064</id><published>2008-10-07T09:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T11:16:07.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit Hairstyle</title><content type='html'>I know all these while, people often come out with new hairstyle to grab attention from the public. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just look at the hairstyle of a famous footballer, Ronaldo, when he played for Brazil in World Cup 2002. He had his "half-moon" hairstyle back then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246240460368666434" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SM5j5yaOX0I/AAAAAAAADZA/2iduMC_uDpg/s400/6.HCronaldo_sf_g28699_4734554.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Half-moon hairstyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And not to forget, another hairstyle of a handsome and talented footballer, David Beckham. He is more famous with his faux mohawk hair...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246258711123502370" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SM50gHxQpSI/AAAAAAAADZQ/w9o0uuufuNo/s400/davidbeckham11+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Faux mohawk hairstyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you were following National Basketball Association (NBA) games in the 1990's, I bet you must remember this "gangster" basketballer, Dennis Rodman. Everytime when I saw him playing, he would have a different colour for his hair...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246258713573499042" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SM50gQ5YoKI/AAAAAAAADZY/lNRzbhqTMdU/s400/celebrity-DENNIS-RODMAN-3+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Ever-changing hair colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The latest Beijing 2008 Olympic Games also saw a group of kids having their hair cut with Beijing 2008 Olympic logo. Their pictures were spreaded in the internet straight after their haircut...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246258708412464994" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SM50f9q5f2I/AAAAAAAADZI/zjMagFpd0Lo/s400/beijing+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Beijing 2008 Olympic hair cut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since I also want to get more attention (who wouldn't want, right?), I think again and again on what hairstyle should I have. Still no idea, until one of my friends told me after a haircut, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"my hair looks like shit now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(She defines "shit" as ugly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah!&lt;/span&gt; Shit! That's interesting. I'm pretty sure there isn't anyone who has shit hairstyle before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246651012916035042" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SM_ZTF1NveI/AAAAAAAADZo/aa0E-QRq0xs/s320/realshit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Meaning to say, I can be famous if I was to have a new hair style like this???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s241.photobucket.com/albums/ff8/lawkw85/?action=view&amp;amp;current=realshit.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 245px; height: 332px;" alt="Shit" src="http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff8/lawkw85/realshit.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHIT HAIRSTYLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-1146038724855066064?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/1146038724855066064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=1146038724855066064' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/1146038724855066064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/1146038724855066064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/10/shit-hairstyle.html' title='Shit Hairstyle'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SM5j5yaOX0I/AAAAAAAADZA/2iduMC_uDpg/s72-c/6.HCronaldo_sf_g28699_4734554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-5649361719655492776</id><published>2008-10-03T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T00:59:00.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sasha's Handbag Meme</title><content type='html'>Remember the &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/09/handbag-meme.html"&gt;handbag meme&lt;/a&gt;'s which I've done earlier? And remember one of the three pretty ladies I've tagged? Yes, &lt;a href="http://www.sashablablabla.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sasha&lt;/a&gt; is one of them. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has actually done this tag before and I totally forgot about it until she showed me again. I would like to show you all what's inside her handbag. But before that, I have to warn all of you that you might vomit blood. That's the worst case. Or you might laugh out loud! Or perhaps, you might also call the police! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you ready to see what's inside Sasha's handbag? Let's countdown...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Tadaaaaaaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SNJZdq0e1ZI/AAAAAAAADaA/2uwmJHFC0Ls/s400/in+da+bag.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247354882085541266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes! She always has his son, &lt;a href="http://www.jaydensnook.blogspot.com/"&gt;Little Jayden&lt;/a&gt;, in her handbag! Believe your own eyes! Hahahahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you fainted yet? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/s:&lt;/span&gt; Sasha has recently given birth to her second son, &lt;a href="http://justincscrib.blogspot.com/"&gt;Baby Justin&lt;/a&gt;. My heartiest congratulations to her!:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-5649361719655492776?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/5649361719655492776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=5649361719655492776' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/5649361719655492776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/5649361719655492776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/10/sashas-handbag-meme.html' title='Sasha&apos;s Handbag Meme'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SNJZdq0e1ZI/AAAAAAAADaA/2uwmJHFC0Ls/s72-c/in+da+bag.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-6726871332094534400</id><published>2008-10-03T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:48:57.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aussie Car Drivers Rated</title><content type='html'>Remember my final year project about Road Safety Factors of Elderly Drivers? Recently, there's a survey done to rate the Aussie car drivers, similar to what I've done. The survey result is in this link;&lt;a href="http://survey.privatefleet.com.au/results.php?sid=33"&gt;Interactive Driving Survey&lt;/a&gt;. It can roughly give an idea of how Australians conduct their everyday driving. Not bad &lt;em&gt;huh&lt;/em&gt;? I'm amazed at the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/46gqod" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-6726871332094534400?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/6726871332094534400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=6726871332094534400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/6726871332094534400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/6726871332094534400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/10/aussie-car-drivers-rated.html' title='Aussie Car Drivers Rated'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-8718912487993494537</id><published>2008-10-01T10:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T11:11:21.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s241.photobucket.com/albums/ff8/lawkw85/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hariraya-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 382px; HEIGHT: 229px" height="331" alt="raya" src="http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff8/lawkw85/hariraya-1.gif" width="594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;To all my Muslim friends and readers, I would like to wish you all a Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri. Maaf zahir dan batin. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-8718912487993494537?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/8718912487993494537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=8718912487993494537' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/8718912487993494537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/8718912487993494537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/10/selamat-hari-raya-aidilfitri.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri!'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-1134519413168453608</id><published>2008-09-30T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:05:02.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardworking or Stupid or...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aiyo&lt;/span&gt;! I don't know whether they're hardworking or they're stupid or...&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SN0hapfzwqI/AAAAAAAADaw/RXjVQFxxCjE/s320/MOPPING.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250389482283451042" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Courtesy of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.shmopstore.com"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;www.shmopstore.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime when I was walking around the supermarkets here in Miri, I'm sure there's someone mopping the floor. Yes, mopping the floor when people are shopping! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure everyone knows that we should mop the floor when people are not walking around, wait for the floor to dry before people can step on the floor again. If not, the floor would get dirty again no matter how many times you mop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, these cleaners in the supermarket don't seem to understand or they just act don't know. They mop the floor when people is walking. Definitely, the people would step on the cleaned floor and hence, dirty the floor again. What's the point of mopping the floor if that's the case? I seriously have no idea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They should sweep and mop the floor before the supermarket opens or closes. Either it's early in the morning or late at night when there're no people in the supermarket. I remember last time in uni, the cleaners clean the library, computer lab, lecture hall and etc. at about 5a.m.. They clean the whole place when there is no people around (except some crazy students who stay up till the next morning. That includes me. ;)) That's the right way to work! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the cleaners in Miri just don't like to work early in the morning or late at night. Or, they really like to mop the floor again and again and again? Or... they don't even know wet floor gets dirty when someone steps on it? Hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-1134519413168453608?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/1134519413168453608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=1134519413168453608' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/1134519413168453608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/1134519413168453608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/09/hardworking-or-stupid-or.html' title='Hardworking or Stupid or...'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SN0hapfzwqI/AAAAAAAADaw/RXjVQFxxCjE/s72-c/MOPPING.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-4318195111278266595</id><published>2008-09-28T20:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T03:39:41.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching Myself...</title><content type='html'>These days, I suddenly feel like I've lost myself. I don't know what happened but it just doesn't seem like me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below are the testomials which my friends had written for me in &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/"&gt;Friendster&lt;/a&gt;. The testimonials are best to describe me, the ol' Kok...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adrian wrote...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;woooh.. hengtai! haha.. my best buddy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;for as long as i can remember.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;everytime go to school without taking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;his bath and his hair stands up like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;his lil bird! pengawas of the year in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;sec school for chasing too much girls! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;hehe.. no la no la.. he's one of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;best jokers ive ever known in my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;and a true friend indeed. crack jokes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;and insults and sarcasms as if they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;were fired out for a hundred round per &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;minute ammo! has an iron head and can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;tanduk a football from one old trafford &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;to anfield! always try to crack me with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;his head.. been in the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;freakin'boring class with him my whole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;life and he had made life in all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;first classes wonderful where we would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;never fail to get some teachers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;irritated and burning. haha.. always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;try to pia speak lakia with me! ok la.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;don't know what else to write you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;mothafakka.. take care and good luck!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;see you buddy! God bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melissa wrote...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Kok Wei here is the loudest guy in my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;class last time..never once in a day will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;u not hear his voice...coupled with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Danny's laugh..wahlao..noisy.=P.this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;guy here..dun look at his short stature, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;he can be scary one man...can easily &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;pek yao if he wants to..hahaha..no lar..jk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;nia..kok wei's a great guy, good friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and everlasting entertainment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;system..u'll always hear him sing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Chinese songs..if it's not jay chou, it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;some other chinese singer lar..he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;aspires to be a singer..he even held his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;own concert back in miri then (NOT) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;hahahhaa.....in anywayz..this guy here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;looks out for his frenz...good to kacau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;coz he wont get mad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;easily...hehehe....bottom line is this guy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;here is a great friend to have either for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;fun or entertainment or jus for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;anything..he'll be there to lend a helping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;hand. anywayz..take care kok! dun be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;too noisy till danny kick u out of his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;house..hehehe =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Chee Yin wrote...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;hi hi! i noe this guy since f1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;but not tat close lo till f2 or f3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;f2 i think cos we r in the same group in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;sci. he is a funny guy owes make ppl laugh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;one. still remember in f5 he is our singing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;star in class his favourite song is about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;dog one u noe which one rite? :) then change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;to qing fei de yi. really light up the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;atmosphere in class lo. i think tats all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i can say about u. so lastly keep in touch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;n all the best to u in ur future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sharon wrote...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;hey da ge! thanx for ur testimonial bout &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;me being blur..hahah! well, yeah made &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;me think bout e sweet memories during &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;sec school! one thing which i'll never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;forget is u and danny..laughing away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;loudly..hahahahah! u r indeed a funny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;fren and oso a fren who wrote long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;msgs in autographs! really appreciate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;it..anyway, glad that we still keep in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;touch tho it's like after 1 year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;already..hope our frenship will last..and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;yep..continue to keep in touch! all e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;best k!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Hui Jiun wrote...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;hey,kok wei!known him n have been in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;the same class with him since primary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;4..he is really a funny guy..the class &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;would not be fun without him..always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;makes people laugh especially when he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;sings..hey,u have the talents in singing,y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;don u try to take part in the singing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;competition?haha..n don forget to invite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;me to your concert next time,k?he's also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;very good at playing table tennis n &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;badminton..oh yeah,we're not only in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;same group in sc class but also in eng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;class when we're in form5,still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;remember?glad to have him as my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;friend..wish u all the best n take care!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jonathan wrote...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Do not know why he puts this monkey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;photo there as his primary pic.. but after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;think of a few moments.. i can finally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;see the resemblance.. muahahah... Kok &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Wei is a hardworking ass... he works so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;much that u will feel afraid if u are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;studying beside him... so i never did.. :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Very friendly and cheerful everytime... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;RESPECT for u man... haha... Like to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;hang out with him coz his an asian that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;likes my stupid jokes.. hahaha... since &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;the daY we met in the physics lab life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;was never the same.. well.. good luck in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;everything u do man.. JIA YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nathan wrote...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;hey man, thanks for the testi, hehehe..we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;are super busy nowaday, but still i have a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;lot of stuff to say about you, to complain!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;hehehe~ wah, the 1st thing i am amazed, your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;soccer skill..i could never tell that you can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;turn so much and have a nice finishing skill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;i think you are still the leader of our top &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;scorer among us(but later i will catch up for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;sure;), wait for that) ahhaha, anyway, its cool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;to have such a good teammate tho~ ok here comes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;the complain part, STOP TOUCHING ME, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;hahaha jkjk, because i was the one who started &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;it and it became a fashion, cant stop-_- but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;sometimes seriously i doubt the gayness among &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;all our friend, hope none of us have the potential:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;anyway, thanks for kept singing "one thousand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;reasons to be sad", made me obsessed with it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;joined the competition and broke my voice-_- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;lose face~ok i think i better stop here gonna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;do cons energy lab:D take care man~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Oliver wrote...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;here's my testi for ya:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;oi bloody hell...how come suddenly so sensitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;one this fella!!!...if there's only one word to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;describe this colourful character it would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;be best friend (guess who's jealous?...De..s.;p)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;this guy has been my bud for as long as i can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;remember and to all the girls this is ur original&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Brad Pitt, i mean when u look at him what's not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;to like?...neways on a serious note this guy is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;one friend i wouldn't want to loose ...here's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;to ya mate!!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, I want to find the good ol' Kok back especially the humourous side of him! All of you would like to see him back again right? I promise I'll try my very best. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/s:&lt;/span&gt; Maybe some of you would like to write something about me. No matter it's good or bad comments, I accept both! I would treat good comments as compliment and bad comments as something which I would look forward to improve. So, feel free to do so! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-4318195111278266595?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/4318195111278266595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=4318195111278266595' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/4318195111278266595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/4318195111278266595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/09/searching-myself.html' title='Searching Myself...'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-4480060534066468276</id><published>2008-09-26T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T02:25:00.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I think many did come to this point of life when you started to question yourself, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what is life?&lt;/span&gt;". Those who're lucky will find the answer. For those who didn't, this might be the answers to your question. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is a mystery - unfold it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is eternal - believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is a duty - perform it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is a tragedy - face it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is a game - play it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is an opportunity - take it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is a promise - fulfill it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is a beauty - praise it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is a struggle - fight it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is a goal - achieve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is a puzzle - solve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is a challenge - meet it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is an adventure - dare it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is a sorrow - overcome it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is a gift - accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is a journey - complete it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/s: &lt;/span&gt;I found this sometimes ago on the net. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-4480060534066468276?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/4480060534066468276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=4480060534066468276' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/4480060534066468276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/4480060534066468276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-is-life.html' title='What Is Life?'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-7141847975974081519</id><published>2008-09-24T06:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:11:27.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Cover Design Contest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't judge a book by its cover".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure this idiom sounds familiar to you. However, I'm not going to elaborate more on the definition of this idiom. Rather, I would like to emphasize more on this two words, book and cover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, book and cover. Now what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, ok. Actually, &lt;a href="http://www.lydiateh.wordpress.com/"&gt;Lydia Teh&lt;/a&gt; is organising a &lt;a href="http://lydiateh.wordpress.com/2008/09/23/contest-do-you-wear-suspenders/"&gt;book cover design contest&lt;/a&gt; for her newest book, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do You Wear Suspenders? - The Wordy Tales of Eh Poh Nim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;If you don't know who's Lydia, she's a famous Malaysian writer who has already came out with three books:&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Congratulations! You Have Won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life’s Like That - Scenes from Malaysian Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Honk If You’re Malaysian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here is the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;challenge&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please suggest the concept for a cover design based on the title. If you're not familiar with Eh Poh Nim, you can read some of the wordy tales at &lt;a href="http://archives.thestar.com.my/last365days/default.aspx?query=eh+poh+nim"&gt;The Star's archieves&lt;/a&gt;. You don't have to draw the cover, a description in the comment box at this post (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lydiateh.wordpress.com/2008/09/23/contest-do-you-wear-suspenders/"&gt;Contest: Do You Wear Suspenders&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) would sufficed. But if you are the artistic type and would like to express your idea in drawing, you can email it to Lydia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wonderful &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prizes&lt;/span&gt; are awaiting the winners! Are you curious yet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st prize: The winning concept will win RM100 book vouchers, an autographed copy of Do You Wear Suspenders and acknowledgement in the book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consolation: Three other participants will be selected by random draw to receive an an autographed copy of Do You Wear Suspenders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Closing date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, 3 October 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Terms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Anybody can enter this contest. If the winner is based overseas, he/she must provide a Malaysian address for the prize to be mailed to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Multiple entries are allowed. Please submit them in the comment box at this post (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lydiateh.wordpress.com/2008/09/23/contest-do-you-wear-suspenders"&gt;Contest: Do You Wear Suspenders?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) unless the submission is in the form of illustration which should be emailed to tehlydia@yahoo.com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. If similar concepts by different participants are submitted and such a one is chosen as the winning entry, the winner would be the one who first suggested it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've already submitted my idea! Now, fast fast think of a cover design and submit it before the deadline! I hope you and I will be the winners! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-7141847975974081519?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/7141847975974081519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=7141847975974081519' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/7141847975974081519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/7141847975974081519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/09/book-cover-design-contest.html' title='Book Cover Design Contest!'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-8159993235350773602</id><published>2008-09-23T04:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T12:25:55.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under One Roof</title><content type='html'>When you think cat and dog can't live together...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SNQPYb4ksVI/AAAAAAAADaQ/bbk9KpfPy4c/s400/CatVsDogFight.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247836378269790546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Photo courtesy from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.univbgpk1.newsit.es"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;www.univbgpk1.newsit.es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My creative cousin came out with this brilliant idea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SNQQFKIGQeI/AAAAAAAADaY/Dw4Q4LcAR0Y/s400/IMG_6624+copy.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247837146597179874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;A double-storeys detached house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A double-storeys detached house for her cat and dog...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SNQQFcd1GjI/AAAAAAAADag/Sfc9CUt6yoc/s400/IMG_6625+copy.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247837151520168498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Living under the same roof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now, who say cat and dog can't live under one roof? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/s:&lt;/span&gt; My cousin's doggy is no longer there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-8159993235350773602?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/8159993235350773602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=8159993235350773602' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/8159993235350773602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/8159993235350773602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/09/under-one-roof.html' title='Under One Roof'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SNQPYb4ksVI/AAAAAAAADaQ/bbk9KpfPy4c/s72-c/CatVsDogFight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-6562839865755101618</id><published>2008-09-21T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T01:00:09.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loud Music = Attraction?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just now, when I was walking into a well known shopping centre in Miri, I was welcomed with a very loud music. I guess it could be heard few streets away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I walked nearer to the entrance, I saw Digi (a mobile phone operator) was trying to promote their products. I was thinking, how to do sales in this kind of environment. It was so noisy! I mean, it's ok &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; if you turn on some light music so that it won't be that quiet. However, the music was so loud that I'm pretty sure the customers could hardly hear anything from the promoter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s241.photobucket.com/albums/ff8/lawkw85/?action=view&amp;amp;current=conversation-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff8/lawkw85/conversation-1.gif" border="0" alt="Conversation For Two" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Original picture from &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.texasobserver.org"&gt;www.texasobserver.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loh&lt;/span&gt;! This is not the right way to attract customers. In fact, with this loud music, you can drive your customers away. The most important in sales is being able to close a deal. You might attract some customers to you. However, when the customers couldn't even hear what you are explaining, do you expect them to buy anything from you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, maybe they have to come out with better ideas to attract more customers. Remember, closing a deal is more important rather than just attracting customers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-6562839865755101618?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/6562839865755101618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=6562839865755101618' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/6562839865755101618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/6562839865755101618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/09/loud-music-attraction.html' title='Loud Music = Attraction?'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-9184532968012394306</id><published>2008-09-18T02:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T11:04:19.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Are You All?</title><content type='html'>While I am trying to update this blog more often, I've noticed that less people seems to frequent this little space of mine.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SNAC0MfW3vI/AAAAAAAADZ4/-nionPQe5PI/s400/emptyroom.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246696661615828722" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, where are you all? Can you all fill up this "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;once-very-noisy-blog&lt;/span&gt;" again? I don't want to squat in a corner of a small, empty room, looking at the walls and ceiling. I need someone to tap on my shoulder and say, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey, let's have fun!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This space of mine is going to look dead without you all... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-9184532968012394306?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/9184532968012394306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=9184532968012394306' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/9184532968012394306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/9184532968012394306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-are-you-all.html' title='Where Are You All?'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SNAC0MfW3vI/AAAAAAAADZ4/-nionPQe5PI/s72-c/emptyroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-5833925539563393756</id><published>2008-09-16T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T00:26:25.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Missed Call</title><content type='html'>I was so tired this afternoon that I fell asleep. Without realising, a friend of mine texted me twice. Suddenly, a ring on my phone woke me up. I was a little bit too late to answer the call, hence a missed call.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I saw there were two texts apart from a miss call. All from the very same friend. The first text was telling me how sick is she, how she's dying then and how she's going to handle all the work. The second text was just a random one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I replied both the text and was waiting for her reply since I had a question for her in my text. Waiting and waiting... still, there's no reply. Therefore I sent her another text which ends like this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"... don't tell me you miss call-ed me to let me know you're dying!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instantly, I got a phone call from her. She was laughing and at the same time telling me, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey! If I was dying hor, what can you do now?!?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hor&lt;/span&gt;! What can I do? I couldn't help but to laugh with her. Haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If someone was dying and sent you such text, what would you do? I just want to know out of curiousity. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-5833925539563393756?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/5833925539563393756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=5833925539563393756' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/5833925539563393756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/5833925539563393756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-missed-call.html' title='One Missed Call'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-94779385858016764</id><published>2008-09-15T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T01:28:21.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Handbag Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://julia-mindovermatter.blogspot.com/2008/09/purse-meme.html"&gt;The Handbag Meme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   I was tagged by writer &lt;a href="http://www.eastcoastlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;EastCoastLife&lt;/a&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;The Handbag Meme&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here are the rules. Find a safe quiet place free of significant others, nosey meme makers, priests, nuns, all things religious and men in general. (If you're a guy just reverse this process to male and tell us about your wallet, tool box, briefcase or metro sexual accessory.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dump the contents of your handbag in a pile&lt;br /&gt;2. Take a photo of your &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;handbag&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; and the contents&lt;br /&gt;3. Be brave and explain to your fellow bloggers what lurks inside the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;handbag&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag others who might want to embarrass themselves&lt;br /&gt;5. Answer these questions:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Describe the contents of your &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;handbag&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;What's the most important thing in your &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;handbag&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;What's the most embarrassing thing in your &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;handbag&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;What's the smallest thing in your &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;handbag&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything illegal in your &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;handbag&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started by &lt;a href="http://mimiwrites.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mimi, Queen of Memes&lt;/a&gt; who thinks up brilliant memes. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SM1GrrwKTHI/AAAAAAAADY4/Fa3SrZzIzYM/s400/IMG_2165+copy.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245926857249541234" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To answer the meme questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's the most important thing in your &lt;/strong&gt;handbag&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash. Nothing is possible with cash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's the most embarrassing thing in your &lt;/strong&gt;handbag&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see for yourself. I don't think there's anything embarrasing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's the smallest thing in your &lt;/strong&gt;handbag&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guitar pick. I used to learn guitar &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt;... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there anything illegal in your &lt;/strong&gt;handbag&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing illegal! Trust me! I don't hide anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe the contents of your &lt;/strong&gt;handbag&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Identification card (MYkard) - ATM card - driving license - Royal Skies card - receipts - name cards - guitar pick - cash (Malaysia Ringgit, Brunei Dollars and Australia Dollars) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;✿.•°°•.♥.•°°•.♥.•°°•.♥.•°°•.✿.•°°•.♥.•°°•.♥.•°°•.♥.•°°•.✿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see what the following bloggers have in their handbags/ purse/ wallet :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✿ &lt;a href="http://www.sashablablabla.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sasha&lt;/a&gt; ✿ &lt;a href="http://www.richjenn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dancing Queen&lt;/a&gt; ✿ &lt;a href="http://www.mott.blogsome.com/"&gt;Mott&lt;/a&gt; ✿ Everyone else who would like to do this meme! ✿&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*This meme is not compulsory to those who are being tagged!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-94779385858016764?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/94779385858016764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=94779385858016764' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/94779385858016764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/94779385858016764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/09/handbag-meme.html' title='The Handbag Meme'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SM1GrrwKTHI/AAAAAAAADY4/Fa3SrZzIzYM/s72-c/IMG_2165+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-4152333228128246805</id><published>2008-09-15T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T02:02:54.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Known Facts About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tagsnsuch.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sasha&lt;/a&gt; tagged me with this! She's quite curious about me I guess. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? &lt;s&gt;Cock?&lt;/s&gt; Don't think so...&lt;br /&gt;2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Can't remember the exact day cause life moves on after cry.&lt;br /&gt;3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? Hell no!&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE LUNCH MEAT? What's lunch meat? Dinner meat?&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? No.&lt;br /&gt;6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? Of course &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Don't know leh. &lt;br /&gt;9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? Yes! Wonder when...&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? Kokokrunch!&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? No cause I also don't untie my shoes when I wear them.&lt;br /&gt;12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? Yes and no. Depends...&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? In Aust., Hungry Jack's cone but in Malaysia, McDonald.&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? If the person is tall, I'll notice belly, if the person is same height as me, I'll notice face, if the person is short... err... no one is shorter than me. :D&lt;br /&gt;15. RED OR PINK? Both can.&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF? My &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lemak&lt;/span&gt; (fat).&lt;br /&gt;17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? Friends?&lt;br /&gt;18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU? No lah, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? black and not wearing.&lt;br /&gt;20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? Sweet &amp;amp; sour pork, mixed vege, rice, soup and tofu.&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? Television...&lt;br /&gt;22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? White cause nobody would wanna use me!&lt;br /&gt;23. FAVORITE SMELLS? Anything except unpleasant smell.&lt;br /&gt;24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? A friend.&lt;br /&gt;25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? Sasha wor! Of course likey!&lt;br /&gt;26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? All cause I like sports!&lt;br /&gt;27. HAIR COLOR? Dark black (But Dancing Queen mentioned there's no such thing as dark black).&lt;br /&gt;28. EYE COLOR? Brown&lt;br /&gt;29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? No.&lt;br /&gt;30. FAVORITE FOOD? Everything is good to me.&lt;br /&gt;31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Depends, sometimes scary sometimes happy endings.&lt;br /&gt;32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Can't remember leh...&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? White&lt;br /&gt;34. SUMMER OR WINTER? I like summer when it's winter but I like winter when it's summer. &lt;br /&gt;35. HUGS OR KISSES? Both can kah?&lt;br /&gt;36. FAVORITE DESSERT? Anything...&lt;br /&gt;37. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Still don't know who to tag.&lt;br /&gt;38. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Still don't know who to tag.&lt;br /&gt;39. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? I seldom read books leh.&lt;br /&gt;40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? What's on my mouse pad? Of course mouse lah! Don't tell me, cat.&lt;br /&gt;41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON T.V. LAST NIGHT? Some Taiwanese game show.&lt;br /&gt;42. FAVORITE SOUND? Music.&lt;br /&gt;43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? Both will do.&lt;br /&gt;44. WHAT IS THE FURTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? Land of Kangaroo!&lt;br /&gt;45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? I can easily pick up skills, too bad not study.&lt;br /&gt;46. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Miri&lt;br /&gt;47. WHOSE ANSWERS ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO GETTING BACK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Eastcoastlife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Since she tagged me with another meme! Kakaka!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-4152333228128246805?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/4152333228128246805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=4152333228128246805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/4152333228128246805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/4152333228128246805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-known-facts-about-me.html' title='Little Known Facts About Me'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-2297452093747530846</id><published>2008-09-14T16:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T16:45:29.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mid Autumn Festival!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wish you all a Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! Enjoy a great mooncake under the huge round moon tonight. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SMzN35nz74I/AAAAAAAADYs/cfIpJB6ybbY/s1600-h/IMG_0272+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SMzN35nz74I/AAAAAAAADYs/cfIpJB6ybbY/s400/IMG_0272+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245794026224086914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-2297452093747530846?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/2297452093747530846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=2297452093747530846' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/2297452093747530846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/2297452093747530846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-mid-autumn.html' title='Happy Mid Autumn Festival!'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SMzN35nz74I/AAAAAAAADYs/cfIpJB6ybbY/s72-c/IMG_0272+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-3760538560848238091</id><published>2008-09-13T01:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T15:29:22.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SL1tL94QCqI/AAAAAAAACVw/ydsfl1oeIsc/s1600-h/IMG_1399+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241465593685609122" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SL1tL94QCqI/AAAAAAAACVw/ydsfl1oeIsc/s400/IMG_1399+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship, friendship... What is friendship? Can anyone give me a definition of friendship? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this post, I'll let you all (my friends) to input your ideas about friendship. You can talk about your best friend, why it is friendship and not &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"friendcar"&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"friendtrain"&lt;/span&gt;, your ideas on friendship, your ideal friendship, your good and bad experience with friends and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;etc&lt;/span&gt;. You can also talk about me as friend. Basically, anything about friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drop your ideas in the commentbox and it'll appear in this post. I'll also include mine at the end of this post after you all have input yours. Thank you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ugwug.blogspot.com/"&gt;WMW&lt;/a&gt; wrote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;It's called friendship cause it stays afloat even when the waves get a little bit too strong and sails along nicely when it's calm. Sad to say, when "iceberg" shows up, it can sink a friendship too! Hahaha....You know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Reminds me of what they use to write in autograph books:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;There are small ships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;there are big ships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;but the best ships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;are FRIENDSHIPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;hahaha....primary days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-3760538560848238091?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/3760538560848238091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=3760538560848238091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/3760538560848238091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/3760538560848238091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SL1tL94QCqI/AAAAAAAACVw/ydsfl1oeIsc/s72-c/IMG_1399+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-8215780354488641666</id><published>2008-09-10T00:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:25:58.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Strong, My Friend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SMAm6fbmIHI/AAAAAAAACV4/YtFxuwAighc/s1600-h/IMG_2948+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SMAm6fbmIHI/AAAAAAAACV4/YtFxuwAighc/s400/IMG_2948+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242232752570769522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The clouds covered the clear sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The speedy wind started to blow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a feeling, a strong feeling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That I must send a text to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was shocked, at the same time sad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you broke the news to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That the closest person in your life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have left you for a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know it's tough for you to let go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For she's the one who cooked and fed you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For she's the one who taught and guided you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For she's the one for who you are today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's just going to a better place,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A place where there's no pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A place where there's Angels,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A place where He's there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Though she has left you physically,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's still watching you invisibly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As you're forever her daughter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The fact that can never be changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fill your eyes with tears if you want to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's the best medicine you can ask for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But do always remember,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be strong, my friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-8215780354488641666?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/8215780354488641666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=8215780354488641666' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/8215780354488641666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/8215780354488641666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/09/be-strong-my-friend.html' title='Be Strong, My Friend...'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SMAm6fbmIHI/AAAAAAAACV4/YtFxuwAighc/s72-c/IMG_2948+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-1429535044986171056</id><published>2008-09-08T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T00:25:00.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acne No More!</title><content type='html'>Anyone is having acne problem? Worry no more! Read on!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SMFeHmV4fPI/AAAAAAAACWA/jXyORjKGapA/s400/IMG_2026.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242574925880392946" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Newspaper extract from Borneo Post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let me know the result if anyone has tried it. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-1429535044986171056?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/1429535044986171056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=1429535044986171056' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/1429535044986171056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/1429535044986171056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/09/acne-no-more.html' title='Acne No More!'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SMFeHmV4fPI/AAAAAAAACWA/jXyORjKGapA/s72-c/IMG_2026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-2591592936057025936</id><published>2008-09-07T00:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T00:39:01.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When There's Sunshine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SL1seOiZVVI/AAAAAAAACVo/-VB4qKTc8PM/s1600-h/IMG_0973+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SL1seOiZVVI/AAAAAAAACVo/-VB4qKTc8PM/s400/IMG_0973+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241464807883363666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there's sunshine, it doesn't mean the day is going to be fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he's smiling, it doesn't mean he's happy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-2591592936057025936?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/2591592936057025936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=2591592936057025936' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/2591592936057025936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/2591592936057025936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-theres-sunshine.html' title='When There&apos;s Sunshine...'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SL1seOiZVVI/AAAAAAAACVo/-VB4qKTc8PM/s72-c/IMG_0973+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-1774082348005944022</id><published>2008-09-05T00:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T01:40:09.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caring Or Annoying?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s241.photobucket.com/albums/ff8/lawkw85/?action=view&amp;amp;current=caringannoying.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff8/lawkw85/caringannoying.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when I'm trying to care for a person, I don't know what will the person think. Am I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;caring&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;annoying&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for example, when I know that person is feeling down, I take my initiative to send a text to him/her to ask whether he/she is alright or not. However, he/she didn't reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I haven't contacted a person for a long time, I send him/her a message in MSN. First time, he/she doesn't reply me. The second time, the third time, (after couple of days) he/she still doesn't reply me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;caring&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;annoying&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-1774082348005944022?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/1774082348005944022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=1774082348005944022' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/1774082348005944022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/1774082348005944022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/09/caring-or-annoying.html' title='Caring Or Annoying?'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-4180708694924028013</id><published>2008-09-02T22:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T01:39:42.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mentally Exhausted...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJ8vakOj9PI/AAAAAAAACU4/YjpnMJ0MMnc/s1600-h/sleep+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232953425475663090" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJ8vakOj9PI/AAAAAAAACU4/YjpnMJ0MMnc/s400/sleep+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am mentally exhausted now. I seriously need a good sleep but when will I be able to do so? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/s&lt;/span&gt;: Good sleep means sleep without your mind working and then wake up without feeling tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-4180708694924028013?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/4180708694924028013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=4180708694924028013' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/4180708694924028013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/4180708694924028013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/09/mentally-exhausted.html' title='Mentally Exhausted...'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJ8vakOj9PI/AAAAAAAACU4/YjpnMJ0MMnc/s72-c/sleep+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-4930970820127250351</id><published>2008-08-12T01:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T02:12:41.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dim Sum And Beef Noodle</title><content type='html'>My yee yee told me I should not miss the beef noodle at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lintas, Sabah&lt;/span&gt;. Therefore, we went there for brunch according to her plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJ8vvZI8SHI/AAAAAAAACVA/_OzMvWWKV4g/s1600-h/DSC04759+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJ8vvZI8SHI/AAAAAAAACVA/_OzMvWWKV4g/s400/DSC04759+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232953783276554354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Full of people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Once I reached the place, I saw a familiar signboard; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foo Phing Dim Sum&lt;/span&gt;. This &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dim sum&lt;/span&gt; restaurant was established at Miri. However, it was closed down although the business was so good. No idea why, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place which has great beef noodle was just next to Foo Phing Dim Sum. I grabbed a table at the beef noodle stall while my yee yee went to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ta pao &lt;/span&gt;(take away) some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dim sum&lt;/span&gt;. According to her, we couldn't order the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dim sum&lt;/span&gt; to the beef noodle stall. Only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ta pao&lt;/span&gt; is allowed. That's what I called business &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eh&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJ8vv9KwYLI/AAAAAAAACVQ/U3IrCVbLeHY/s1600-h/DSC04765+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJ8vv9KwYLI/AAAAAAAACVQ/U3IrCVbLeHY/s400/DSC04765+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232953792947839154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Har Gao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (prawn dumplings), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Siu Mai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (meat dumplings), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Char Siu Bao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (barbecue pork buns).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJ8vvjRSw_I/AAAAAAAACVI/7KrWGj4rkDk/s1600-h/DSC04764+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJ8vvjRSw_I/AAAAAAAACVI/7KrWGj4rkDk/s400/DSC04764+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232953785995936754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Chee Cheong Fun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(rice noodle rolls).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, she came back with few varieties of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dim sum&lt;/span&gt;. Among all, I like the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chee Cheong Fun&lt;/span&gt; most. Maybe because it came with lots of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;belacan&lt;/span&gt; (shrimp paste). :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess how much &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dim sum&lt;/span&gt; I ate? My yee yee &lt;s&gt;forced&lt;/s&gt; kindly offered me to finish up one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Char Siu Bao&lt;/span&gt;, two &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Har Gao&lt;/span&gt;, one and a quarter serve of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chee Cheong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fun&lt;/span&gt; and one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siu Mai&lt;/span&gt;. That's not the end of my brunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJ8vwXzL--I/AAAAAAAACVY/MDFQP5tYXSo/s1600-h/DSC04766+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJ8vwXzL--I/AAAAAAAACVY/MDFQP5tYXSo/s400/DSC04766+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232953800096742370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Beef &lt;s&gt;Noodle&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Kueh Tiaw&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the long waiting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beef &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kueh Tiaw&lt;/span&gt;. Love at first sight? No! This is the first time I saw some &lt;s&gt;melons&lt;/s&gt; white radish floating in a bowl of Beef &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kueh Tiaw&lt;/span&gt;. To make it worse, the broth did not seem to be thick enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJ8vwvBNs4I/AAAAAAAACVg/zxcFyA_4yp4/s1600-h/DSC04767+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJ8vwvBNs4I/AAAAAAAACVg/zxcFyA_4yp4/s400/DSC04767+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232953806329590658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Again,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; thin kueh tiaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;, I was wrong! Never judge a book by it's cover! The beef balls and the slices of beef were more than just good! The beef was not rough at all and the  beef balls were springy. That's not all! The broth, which at first didn't look appealing to me, taste awesome too! I think the &lt;s&gt;melons&lt;/s&gt;white radish did some tricks there.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Awww&lt;/span&gt;... I don't know how to describe anymore. You just need to try it yourself. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing that whole big bowl of Beef &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kueh Tiaw&lt;/span&gt; (my yee yee insisted that I should finish everything and not to share it with her!), I felt like cutting my stomach open and took out some of the food. I was just too full!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just beginning of the day. More eating coming up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-4930970820127250351?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/4930970820127250351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=4930970820127250351' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/4930970820127250351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/4930970820127250351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/08/dim-sum-and-beef-noodle.html' title='Dim Sum And Beef Noodle'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJ8vvZI8SHI/AAAAAAAACVA/_OzMvWWKV4g/s72-c/DSC04759+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-375088375521550682</id><published>2008-08-11T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T01:41:51.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrots Cafe</title><content type='html'>I have to admit that it's always great to have friends around you who know how to bake. Why? Because they'll normally share their baking with you! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJ8aN9p9zJI/AAAAAAAACUg/urw5AKRZC8M/s1600-h/IMG_0120+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJ8aN9p9zJI/AAAAAAAACUg/urw5AKRZC8M/s400/IMG_0120+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232930119219006610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Creamy, rich cheesecake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just recently, &lt;a href="http://sweettoothcreations.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carrots&lt;/a&gt;, a friend whom I've known since Primary 1, gave me a slice of her famous cheesecake. I've to tell you guys that she's real talented in baking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJ8aOAQUAzI/AAAAAAAACUo/qcdkztDHW98/s1600-h/IMG_0146+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJ8aOAQUAzI/AAAAAAAACUo/qcdkztDHW98/s400/IMG_0146+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232930119916716850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Want to taste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Her cheesecake? Marvelous! It's rich, smooth and creamy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrots, I've already had a cafe named after you! It'll only be completed with a professional baker like you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJ8aNpCq6iI/AAAAAAAACUQ/WwGUWA638pk/s1600-h/DSC04789+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJ8aNpCq6iI/AAAAAAAACUQ/WwGUWA638pk/s400/DSC04789+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232930113685482018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How about a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carrots Cafe&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carrots Cafe&lt;/span&gt;, OPENING SOON! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/s:&lt;/span&gt; It's actually a cafe or bakery in Sabah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-375088375521550682?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/375088375521550682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=375088375521550682' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/375088375521550682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/375088375521550682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/08/carrots-cafe.html' title='Carrots Cafe'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJ8aN9p9zJI/AAAAAAAACUg/urw5AKRZC8M/s72-c/IMG_0120+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-8507241405792117578</id><published>2008-08-06T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:19:30.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kim Fah Restaurant</title><content type='html'>This restaurant I am going to write now is a restaurant where I had two meals there. It must be good, you might be thinking. However, you have to read the following in order to judge it yourself whether this restaurant is good or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJRFnufKzNI/AAAAAAAACTo/YlRb_sR4MmQ/s1600-h/DSC04835+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJRFnufKzNI/AAAAAAAACTo/YlRb_sR4MmQ/s400/DSC04835+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229881616079965394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kim Fah Restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim Fah Restaurant&lt;/span&gt; is the restaurant I was referring to. It's located at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Penampang&lt;/span&gt; somewhere near &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beverly Hills Apartments&lt;/span&gt;. The reason I had two meals there is because my yee yee (mama's sis) was staying at that area and she was mentioning the food there is not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJRFmjBo47I/AAAAAAAACTQ/erVdgrUQmc4/s1600-h/DSC04755+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJRFmjBo47I/AAAAAAAACTQ/erVdgrUQmc4/s400/DSC04755+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229881595823449010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chai Xin&lt;/span&gt; with Pork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My first meal there was for dinner during my first night in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sabah&lt;/span&gt;. First dish was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chai xin&lt;/span&gt; with sliced pork. It's nothing to boast about except for the pork. The pork was real tender. I like! I heard there's some "secret" in this pork. People in Sabah called these pork "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sheng rou&lt;/span&gt;" (生肉).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJRFnQZDh4I/AAAAAAAACTg/3YMvhu-_Ylw/s1600-h/DSC04757+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJRFnQZDh4I/AAAAAAAACTg/3YMvhu-_Ylw/s400/DSC04757+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229881608001259394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Salad Chicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My yee yee saw that the Salad Chicken looks not bad from her last visit. That's the reason for the second dish; Salad Chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it's just normal Salad Chicken. It would be better if they used some drumstick meat instead of all breast meat. It was a tad too dry for the meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJRFnKeOONI/AAAAAAAACTY/Hn48YG0Nmqw/s1600-h/DSC04756+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJRFnKeOONI/AAAAAAAACTY/Hn48YG0Nmqw/s400/DSC04756+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229881606412318930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Claypot To Fu with Pork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another common dish here. My yee yee told me that she should have ordered Claypot To Fu with Seafood instead as the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chai Xin&lt;/span&gt; was already cooked with pork already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I had no complain because I like the pork! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The total damage for that night? I have no idea because my yee yee foot the bill. Actually all the food I had in Sabah was proudly sponsored by my yee yee! Thanks Ah Foon Yee Yee! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJRF32kgxQI/AAAAAAAACUA/iHX1mBhTzko/s1600-h/DSC04842+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJRF32kgxQI/AAAAAAAACUA/iHX1mBhTzko/s400/DSC04842+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229881893127767298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fried &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kueh Tiaw&lt;/span&gt; with Beef and Black Beans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another morning, we had our breakfast at the same restaurant because my yee yee was too lazy to think of what to eat! Haha! Basically she had to cramp her head on the places to eat every night before she went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ordered herself a serve of fried&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kueh tiaw&lt;/span&gt; with beef and black beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJRF4CTd6DI/AAAAAAAACUI/djTbLvKuf70/s1600-h/DSC04843+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJRF4CTd6DI/AAAAAAAACUI/djTbLvKuf70/s400/DSC04843+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229881896277502002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Look at this yummy slice of beef!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kueh tiaw&lt;/span&gt; in Sabah is more towards the thinner type, unlike Miri's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kueh tiaw&lt;/span&gt;. It's just like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kueh chap&lt;/span&gt;. This plate of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kueh tiaw&lt;/span&gt; taste quite nice with enough &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"wok hei"&lt;/span&gt;. Too bad my yee yee commented the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kueh tiaw&lt;/span&gt; was not that fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJRFn2LUiMI/AAAAAAAACTw/q-LUT0IqvtE/s1600-h/DSC04840+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJRFn2LUiMI/AAAAAAAACTw/q-LUT0IqvtE/s400/DSC04840+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229881618144200898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fried &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kueh Tia&lt;/span&gt;w in Egg Sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I, on the other hand, tried their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fried kueh tiaw&lt;/span&gt; in egg sauce ("&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wat Dan Hor&lt;/span&gt;" in Cantonese).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJRF3liqavI/AAAAAAAACT4/VvynG7BWh4E/s1600-h/DSC04841+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJRF3liqavI/AAAAAAAACT4/VvynG7BWh4E/s400/DSC04841+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229881888556608242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thinner&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kueh tiaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I must say this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wat Dan Hor &lt;/span&gt;is awesome. This is due to the fact that, I love my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wat Dan Hor&lt;/span&gt; with lots of sauce! That's the whole point, right? If not, why did I order fried &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kueh tiaw&lt;/span&gt; in sauce? Moreover, they fried it with loads of "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sheng rou&lt;/span&gt;"! Yummy! While I am typing this, I have to hold my saliva from wetting my keyboard. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say this restaurant is not the best but definitely not the worst. Out of 5 stars, I would give it 2.5. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-8507241405792117578?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/8507241405792117578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=8507241405792117578' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/8507241405792117578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/8507241405792117578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/08/kim-fah-restaurant.html' title='Kim Fah Restaurant'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJRFnufKzNI/AAAAAAAACTo/YlRb_sR4MmQ/s72-c/DSC04835+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-8381467243358116165</id><published>2008-08-02T01:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T13:12:27.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anjung Perdana Tanjung Aru, Sabah</title><content type='html'>Finally, I managed to write about my Sabah food's post. It has been left there for quite a while, I know. Anyway, I'll try to update everything as soon as possible. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJNDaRoOBjI/AAAAAAAACSg/lc0IMU6IeHM/s1600-h/DSC04743+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJNDaRoOBjI/AAAAAAAACSg/lc0IMU6IeHM/s400/DSC04743+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229597710995031602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Anjung Perdana Tanjung Aru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My first stop for food in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kota Kinabalu, Sabah&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anjung Perdana Tanjung Aru&lt;/span&gt;. Honestly, this place is not foreign to me anymore. Almost every time I visited Sabah, this place would never be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJNDao9Z4CI/AAAAAAAACSo/kkbTVYivpD8/s1600-h/DSC04746+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJNDao9Z4CI/AAAAAAAACSo/kkbTVYivpD8/s400/DSC04746+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229597717257904162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So much fruits!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Stall number 6"&lt;/span&gt;, Allen instructed both Lik Jie and I. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aiya&lt;/span&gt;, he seems like the local Sabahan already. He knows which stall is the best &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's actually a stall which sells different kind of drinks. Most of the drinks involve fruits. Just look at the photo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJNDbgx9T8I/AAAAAAAACTA/wyefmmHU26o/s1600-h/DSC04749+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJNDbgx9T8I/AAAAAAAACTA/wyefmmHU26o/s400/DSC04749+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229597732242280386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ABC Special for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJNDbEwgOyI/AAAAAAAACSw/IPJwwVx2wWk/s1600-h/DSC04748+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJNDbEwgOyI/AAAAAAAACSw/IPJwwVx2wWk/s400/DSC04748+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229597724719987490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't-know-what-name-drink&lt;/span&gt; for Lik Jie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Each of us ordered a bowl of ABC (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Air Batu Campur&lt;/span&gt; which means ice mixed). Gosh, one bowl of ABC was so huge! For only RM3-4.50 each, I almost couldn't finish mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are loads of varieties for this ABC at this stall but one bowl normally consists of fruits (lots of fruits!), jelly,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; cincau&lt;/span&gt; (grass jelly), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chendol&lt;/span&gt; and of course, ice! A scoop of ice cream is optional but I doubt you can finish everything. Sharing is caring in this situation. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJNDbQ2uPWI/AAAAAAAACS4/kSQwC_W3J2k/s1600-h/DSC04751+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJNDbQ2uPWI/AAAAAAAACS4/kSQwC_W3J2k/s400/DSC04751+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229597727967296866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Keropok Lekor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Allen ordered this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keropok Lekor&lt;/span&gt; as snack. Too bad it didn't taste as nice as it looks. Maybe it wasn't serve hot, that's why it only taste a bit chewy instead of crunchy on the outside and chewy on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJNDy-R-GSI/AAAAAAAACTI/PzBm42MA7rI/s1600-h/DSC04752+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJNDy-R-GSI/AAAAAAAACTI/PzBm42MA7rI/s400/DSC04752+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229598135298169122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lamb Satay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As we didn't have our lunch during our 8 hours ride to Sabah, Allen decided to order ten sticks of lamb satay. Although the meat was lean and tender, I must say the meat wrapping the bamboo stick was so pathetic. I was disappointed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case anyone is interested to visit this food court, I strongly recommend the fruit stalls just beside this food court. Try their prickled mangoes and jambu batu (guava) and I'm sure you all would come back for more. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/s&lt;/span&gt;: I forgot to mention that the fruit juice at the drink stalls is a must-try too! It is cheap with gigantic portion/glass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-8381467243358116165?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/8381467243358116165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=8381467243358116165' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/8381467243358116165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/8381467243358116165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/08/anjung-perdana-tanjung-aru-sabah.html' title='Anjung Perdana Tanjung Aru, Sabah'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SJNDaRoOBjI/AAAAAAAACSg/lc0IMU6IeHM/s72-c/DSC04743+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-960296072369505715</id><published>2008-07-29T02:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T03:36:40.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need A Job!</title><content type='html'>Arghhh! I was supposed to write about the food I had in Sabah but I have to delay again. I haven't sorted out, watermarked and resized the photos. I think I'll have to get my butt off and finish off everything as soon as possible. I started to feel that I'm getting lazier after leaving uni for almost half a year. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been pretty dull for me lately. My routine is almost the same everyday. Seriously, I am not looking forward for the beginning of each day. I can sort of predict what I will be doing every day. It seems like I really need a job to make my life more challenging. Yes, I haven't got myself a job after so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to look for a job but to no available. Everyday, I will check my mailbox, hoping at least one company email me and schedule me for an interview. Unfortunately, disappointment always follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might say I must be quite picky in getting myself a job. Honestly, I don't know whether I'm picky or not. I have applied to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*counting my fingers*&lt;/span&gt; about at least 10 companies in Miri but none seem to be interested in me. Actually, yes, two or three companies maybe? Others, no reply although follow-up email has been sent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sort of job I am looking for, you might ask. I'm trying to get into oil and gas industry as this is the only industry which seems to be the best in an oil city. I prefer a job which doesn't require me to sit in the office and face the pc everyday. As simple as that, but still, I'm jobless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Sigh*&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, in case any big bosses from any companies who happened to stumble across my blog and want to employ a fresh grad, please do not hesitate to drop me a comment. I would be more than willing to send you all the documents needed. By the way, I'm a fresh grad in Mechanical Engineering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please give me a job, if not, a hope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-960296072369505715?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/960296072369505715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=960296072369505715' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/960296072369505715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/960296072369505715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/07/very-random.html' title='Need A Job!'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-2848322952853851999</id><published>2008-07-25T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T00:00:00.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Chris!</title><content type='html'>Uncle Chris! Are you still scared when I shout Uncle Chris? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SIYzxz_HJgI/AAAAAAAACSY/Cs1EOZt7FeE/s1600-h/chris+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SIYzxz_HJgI/AAAAAAAACSY/Cs1EOZt7FeE/s400/chris+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225921348471563778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Chris!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't worry. No big problem. Just that, it's your big day today. So, I would like to take this opportunity to wish you a blessed birthday. Have a great one, Chris! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/s:&lt;/span&gt; Chris, I miss the time we spent in Perth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/s/s:&lt;/span&gt; Everyone, Chris isn't my uncle. Since he's older than me, I teased him with the greeting, uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-2848322952853851999?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/2848322952853851999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=2848322952853851999' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/2848322952853851999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/2848322952853851999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/07/uncle-chris.html' title='Uncle Chris!'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SIYzxz_HJgI/AAAAAAAACSY/Cs1EOZt7FeE/s72-c/chris+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-3101325781120243143</id><published>2008-07-24T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:55:01.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>888Ladies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" alt="" src="http://78.136.62.9:8080/Bloggerwave/uploadImages/ladies-big.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of freebies offered at the &lt;a href="http://www.888ladies.com/"&gt;888ladies bingo &lt;/a&gt;community. However, the most attractive being the special prizes such as a a ₤5,000 chauffer driven luxury shopping spree for two, free VIP tickets to the hot Sex in the City film Premier in London. Are you interested yet? If so, feel free to visit &lt;a href="http://www.888ladies.com/"&gt;888ladies bingo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloggerwave.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bloggerwave.com/blogviewcount.php?pic=sponsorlogo.gif&amp;amp;OpportunityId=67&amp;amp;BlogId=4026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-3101325781120243143?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/3101325781120243143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=3101325781120243143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/3101325781120243143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/3101325781120243143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/07/888ladies.html' title='888Ladies'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-745005851348555269</id><published>2008-07-23T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T01:48:47.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For A Dear Friend...</title><content type='html'>This is dedicated to a dear friend of mine whom I've met in this blogosphere about one and a half year ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://64.211.46.141/postcard/pictures/f33690.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" height="300" width="410"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Click to play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, &lt;a href="http://www.quaintmelody.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, I wish you a wonderful and a great birthday. May this birthday be just the beginning of a year filled with happy memories and awesome moments. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/s&lt;/span&gt;: CC's actual birthday is on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24th of July&lt;/span&gt;. Since CC is based in New Zealand (timezone of +4), I have to post this on the 23rd of July 8p.m. when her time is 12a.m. sharp on the 24th of July.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-745005851348555269?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/745005851348555269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=745005851348555269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/745005851348555269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/745005851348555269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/07/birthday-greeting-for-cc.html' title='For A Dear Friend...'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-8343504933331784180</id><published>2008-07-21T00:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T15:30:56.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama's Birthday Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="formatbar_Buttons" style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;span onmouseup="addVideo();" class="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);" id="formatbar_Add_Video" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" title="Add Video" style="DISPLAY: block" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Short talk: My internet connection failed for the past few days! But the technician who came over was very patient and made sure he fixed it before he went off. He came for two days for more than 4 hours! Thanks God the connection has finally came back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I've lived in Miri for 23 years, I haven't tried to dine in at a lot of restaurants here yet. On the 21st of June, I decided to bring my mama to &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Best Western Restaurant and Coffee House (Grand Palace Hotel)&lt;/span&gt; for dinner. Again, without my baba this time as he went outstation. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SIOAVxY8FcI/AAAAAAAACSI/5Eo_zviSF-8/s1600-h/DSC04597+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225161104203453890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SIOAVxY8FcI/AAAAAAAACSI/5Eo_zviSF-8/s400/DSC04597+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Quiet ambience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;It was my mama's birthday on the 23rd of June, so, I brought my mama there for a slighly more expensive dinner. In addition, I thought it's a good idea to&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; "celebrate"&lt;/span&gt; my belated birthday. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SHeQ6RTwSXI/AAAAAAAACRQ/ylwxUNDwDaM/s1600-h/DSC04598+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221801623712450930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SHeQ6RTwSXI/AAAAAAAACRQ/ylwxUNDwDaM/s400/DSC04598+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Complimentary garlic bread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I like the quiet ambience of the restaurant with live piano for the music. It's a great place to dine in or just to have a cup of coffee with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SHeQ6jDhQaI/AAAAAAAACRY/q_rwXXi75Mc/s1600-h/DSC04600+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221801628476195234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SHeQ6jDhQaI/AAAAAAAACRY/q_rwXXi75Mc/s400/DSC04600+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cold coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Just before our glasses of cold coffee were served, we were given a piece of complimentary garlic bread each. The garlic bread was fresh but it would be better if more garlic butter were spread on it. As for the coffee, more ice could be added as all the ice was gone within few minutes. Nevertheless, the coffee was strong enough for my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SHeQ62HgZOI/AAAAAAAACRg/d-XdgW0yXTA/s1600-h/DSC04602+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221801633593189602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SHeQ62HgZOI/AAAAAAAACRg/d-XdgW0yXTA/s400/DSC04602+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Best Western Deluxe Club Sandwich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Since my mama had eaten a little bit at my grandma's place, she ordered a lighter meal; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Best Western Deluxe Club Sandwich&lt;/span&gt;. It looked light but no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SHeQ7JrSFhI/AAAAAAAACRo/rXym-Uiu-WY/s1600-h/DSC04603+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221801638843520530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SHeQ7JrSFhI/AAAAAAAACRo/rXym-Uiu-WY/s400/DSC04603+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So thick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;It was a six pieces toasted whole meal bread sandwich with chicken ham, cheese, beef, smoked salmon, &lt;s&gt;choochoomber&lt;/s&gt; slices of cucumber and lettuces in between. It was served together with a bull eye egg and some crinkle cuts chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mama said it was so thick to be eaten and so, she separated it into two slices each. However, she commented that it taste good with generous fillings. By the way, my mama could only finish half of the sandwhich. Price at RM24, I guess many will comment it's way too expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SHeRNwg2i9I/AAAAAAAACR4/V3d-9vRLyKY/s1600-h/DSC04608+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221801958506400722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SHeRNwg2i9I/AAAAAAAACR4/V3d-9vRLyKY/s400/DSC04608+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Councillors Dish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;As for me, I pampered myself with&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; Councillors Dish&lt;/span&gt;. It was like mix grill which consisted of a mixture of grilled fillet of beef, lamb, sausage, chicken and prawn. It was served with a bull eye egg, fresh vegetables (brocolli, sweet corn and cauliflower) and baked potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SHeRNgHMjvI/AAAAAAAACRw/FZlm7iFCfIk/s1600-h/DSC04607+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221801954103824114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SHeRNgHMjvI/AAAAAAAACRw/FZlm7iFCfIk/s400/DSC04607+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I love the lamb most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Among all, I like the lamb most. It was a bit crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. As for the medium cooked steak, it was of the right texture and fresh. It reminded me of the steak (not that thick of course!) I had at &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2007/11/hogs-breath-cafe.html"&gt;Hog's Breath Cafe&lt;/a&gt; in Perth. The prawn's flesh was not much despite looking huge. Chicken, on the other hand, was a little bit disappointing. Although it was well marinated, it was full of fat! The last but not least, the sausage was nothing to shout about. It's just a normal sausage with slices of mushroom in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Councillor Dish&lt;/span&gt;, priced at RM60, was quite worth it as it has a mixture of everything in a single plate. First timers there should try this plate so that you'll know what to order the next time you visit again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SIOAVxLq9pI/AAAAAAAACSQ/d7eyDUlyD4A/s1600-h/DSC04609+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225161104147805842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SIOAVxLq9pI/AAAAAAAACSQ/d7eyDUlyD4A/s400/DSC04609+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Medium-cooked steak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;All and all, I paid about RM110+ for everything. It was a fulfilling dinner for both my mama and me and I'm pretty sure I'll visit &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Best Western Restaurant and Coffee House&lt;/span&gt; again. They have a long list of menu which I would like to try a few of the dish listed. Before that, I have to get more money to fill up my wallet first. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-8343504933331784180?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/8343504933331784180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=8343504933331784180' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/8343504933331784180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/8343504933331784180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/07/mamas-birthday-dinner.html' title='Mama&apos;s Birthday Dinner'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SIOAVxY8FcI/AAAAAAAACSI/5Eo_zviSF-8/s72-c/DSC04597+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-8920990925458542456</id><published>2008-07-15T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T02:36:00.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You, MumInMiri!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Arghh!&lt;/span&gt; So many overdue posts in my folders. I think I better finish off those before coming up with my Sabah food posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I should have blogged this earlier I know. It has been staying in my folder for almost 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SHUJrb6cfKI/AAAAAAAACQI/DZP5prfnHhg/s1600-h/DSC04357+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221089984837876898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SHUJrb6cfKI/AAAAAAAACQI/DZP5prfnHhg/s400/DSC04357+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dried mangoes, fresh mango and &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;potato-chips-alike-snack&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muminmiri.blogspot.com/"&gt;MumInMiri&lt;/a&gt; gave me dried mangoes, fresh mango and a packet of &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;potato-chips-alike-snack&lt;/span&gt; after she came back from a trip to Philippines about two months ago. She's just too kind and generous. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SHUJqzMSybI/AAAAAAAACQA/KbK5Rqwrots/s1600-h/DSC04355+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221089973906885042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SHUJqzMSybI/AAAAAAAACQA/KbK5Rqwrots/s400/DSC04355+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Philippines mango.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I was particularly interested in the Philippines mango and the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;potato-chips-alike-snack. &lt;/span&gt;Since I never taste any Philippines mango before, I was quite curious with it.&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SHUKFnRgf1I/AAAAAAAACQo/vxjAmOlYvhA/s1600-h/DSC04363+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221090434563997522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SHUKFnRgf1I/AAAAAAAACQo/vxjAmOlYvhA/s400/DSC04363+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Guess how it taste like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;The mango taste a bit sourish although it was quite ripe already. I think it's just a better grade of the local mango, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Kuini&lt;/span&gt;. MumInMiri, my mama said she'll give you some of our mangoes when she has more. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SHUJrmRgfJI/AAAAAAAACQQ/ysXmhIv6h5Y/s1600-h/DSC04358+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221089987618962578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SHUJrmRgfJI/AAAAAAAACQQ/ysXmhIv6h5Y/s400/DSC04358+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Potato-chips-alike-snack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;When MumInMiri blogged about &lt;a href="http://muminmiri.blogspot.com/2008/04/crackles.html"&gt;a snack which taste almost like potato chips&lt;/a&gt;, I was scratching my head. Why? Because she said it's made of pork skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SHUJr9v4JlI/AAAAAAAACQY/P1uL1ILffco/s1600-h/DSC04359+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221089993920357970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SHUJr9v4JlI/AAAAAAAACQY/P1uL1ILffco/s400/DSC04359+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chili Vinegar flavour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SHUJsD4-1xI/AAAAAAAACQg/uEqnDbHyQ4k/s1600-h/DSC04362+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221089995569157906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SHUJsD4-1xI/AAAAAAAACQg/uEqnDbHyQ4k/s400/DSC04362+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Product of Philippines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I think there are a few flavours for this snack just like the potato chips. I had the chili vinegar flavour while MumInMiri blogged about the salted flavour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SHUQ_Rqpr5I/AAAAAAAACQw/U71v5IA9Ewg/s1600-h/DSC04451+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221098022266056594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SHUQ_Rqpr5I/AAAAAAAACQw/U71v5IA9Ewg/s400/DSC04451+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pork Skins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I unwrapped the package, I could see pieces and pieces of pork skins which were deep fried. If I was not told about this, I wouldn't even realise these were pork skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SHURHSCgj9I/AAAAAAAACRA/OFuUAgycBOs/s1600-h/DSC04454+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221098159805075410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SHURHSCgj9I/AAAAAAAACRA/OFuUAgycBOs/s400/DSC04454+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How about a piece? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;How did it taste like you might be wondering? Indeed, just like what MumInMiri has described, it taste like some typical &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;keropok&lt;/span&gt; (cracket) junk food! It's very crunchy and nice, just that, there's a bit of oily aftertaste. Nevertheless, I would recommend this to anyone who hasn't tried this before. It's something new which is not in Malaysia or in many other countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave a few pieces to my baba and he didn't realise these were pork skin! If he knew, he wouldn't have eaten it. This shows how similar these pork skin as compared to those junk food in the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MumInMiri, thanks a lot for all these awesome gifts which traveled all the way from Philippines. I appreciate it very much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-8920990925458542456?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/8920990925458542456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=8920990925458542456' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/8920990925458542456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/8920990925458542456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/07/thank-you-muminmiri.html' title='Thank You, MumInMiri!'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SHUJrb6cfKI/AAAAAAAACQI/DZP5prfnHhg/s72-c/DSC04357+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-6520895465762049920</id><published>2008-07-12T02:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T20:18:28.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lutong Cafe For Brekky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Short talk: Thanks everyone for your useful opinions and advices on the camera. I really appreciate it. I think I've almost made up my mind to get myself a compact camera instead of DSLR. Now, I'm considering another brand, Panasonic Lumix. Anyone has any idea which model is more recommended?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before Zhi Dek went to Adelaide, Allen texted and asked me whether I would like to have brekky with him and Zhi Dek. After I agreed, like usual, I questioned the place and time for brekky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;7a.m. I picked you up. Eat porridge at Lutong!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SFA6h-kyWFI/AAAAAAAACOQ/COwfQGfk15g/s1600-h/DSC04461+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210729124275050578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SFA6h-kyWFI/AAAAAAAACOQ/COwfQGfk15g/s400/DSC04461+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lutong Cafe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I was like what? 7a.m.? Meaning to say, I had to wake up 6 something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why we had to go there so early is to avoid disappointment. According to Zhi Dek's friend, the porridge finished just before 9a.m.! The last time I had porridge at the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;kopitiam&lt;/span&gt; was few years back. After that, my parents seldom frequent that place mainly because we had to wait for a long time just for few bowls of porridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SFA6Tl8G7lI/AAAAAAAACNw/N5oZEXgGTKM/s1600-h/DSC04456+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210728877143813714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SFA6Tl8G7lI/AAAAAAAACNw/N5oZEXgGTKM/s400/DSC04456+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Empty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Lutong Cafe is the &lt;em&gt;kopitiam&lt;/em&gt; I was talking about. It is located just opposite the petrol station at Lutong. If you get lost, just ask anyone there about the famous porridge. I'm very sure they'll be able to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SFA6TB-p7yI/AAAAAAAACNo/1FJ2ZDlboxA/s1600-h/DSC04455+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210728867490819874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SFA6TB-p7yI/AAAAAAAACNo/1FJ2ZDlboxA/s400/DSC04455+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cooked using charcoal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;What's so famous about the porridge there is that, the porridge is boiled using charcoal. Although it has been boiled earlier using gas (refer to that huge pot), it still takes quite a while for the porridge to be served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SFA6T0mCpkI/AAAAAAAACOA/6d1uzm6sQZ0/s1600-h/DSC04458+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210728881077790274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SFA6T0mCpkI/AAAAAAAACOA/6d1uzm6sQZ0/s400/DSC04458+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pork porridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;We all ordered a bowl of pork porridge each. The porridge was sprinkled with spring onions, prickled vege, pepper and sesame oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SFA6UC__n_I/AAAAAAAACOI/baCO6SXKh_8/s1600-h/DSC04460+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210728884944740338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SFA6UC__n_I/AAAAAAAACOI/baCO6SXKh_8/s400/DSC04460+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Add an egg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;It had a strong charcoal taste which was different from the usual porridge that we have. For RM3.50 per bowl, it came in generous ingredients and an egg. The downside is that the portion was quite small for a giant like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SFA6TpL7HAI/AAAAAAAACN4/v3tEFAlAx4g/s1600-h/DSC04457+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210728878015454210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SFA6TpL7HAI/AAAAAAAACN4/v3tEFAlAx4g/s400/DSC04457+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A glass of Teh-C Peng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Down with a glass of Teh-C Peng, I had a satisfying but not a full breakfast. We had to go to a nearby market for another round of breakfast. &lt;s&gt;We were conned by Zhi Dek that Lutong Market sells RM1 kolomee.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is strongly recommended to order a bowl of &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;kolomee&lt;/span&gt; or any other food at the other stall while waiting for this bowl of porridge. It'll definitely take quite some time for the bowl of porridge to reach your table. Moreover, a bowl of porridge is definitely not enough. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;P/s&lt;/span&gt;: Sabah's food soon... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-6520895465762049920?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/6520895465762049920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=6520895465762049920' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/6520895465762049920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/6520895465762049920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/07/lutong-cafe-for-brekky.html' title='Lutong Cafe For Brekky'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SFA6h-kyWFI/AAAAAAAACOQ/COwfQGfk15g/s72-c/DSC04461+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-577636038060226759</id><published>2008-07-08T20:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:22:15.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nikon D60 or Canon IXUS 970  IS?</title><content type='html'>I have been without a camera for about 3 months. I was like handicapped without a camera as I like to snap photos of every single thing. Just like my recent trip to Sabah, I could only use my handphone as a substitute. I missed out so many chances to take great photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SHNfqH2clzI/AAAAAAAACPA/ow3jsJyNBFQ/s1600-h/canon-ixus-970-is.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SHNfqH2clzI/AAAAAAAACPA/ow3jsJyNBFQ/s400/canon-ixus-970-is.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220621570319095602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Canon IXUS 970 IS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There are two options for me. One is to go for a Canon IXUS 970 IS, a slim and compact camera which I can carry it anywhere I go. This is more convenient for me as I tend to take a lot of photos. The price is about RM1499.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SHNfqF3ucfI/AAAAAAAACPI/tdHInZoOfbw/s1600-h/d60+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SHNfqF3ucfI/AAAAAAAACPI/tdHInZoOfbw/s400/d60+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220621569787589106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nikon D60.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another option is to get myself a DSLR, Nikon D60, which I can take quality photos. With this camera, I can improve on my photography skill. However, it is quite inconvenient for me to take this camera to where ever I go. And also, this camera would cost me roughly about RM2500-2600 (almost double the price of the Canon IXUS 970 IS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My initial intention was to get the Canon IXUS 970 IS first before getting the Nikon D60 a year or two later. After my uncle tempted me to buy the Nikon D60 earlier today, I suddenly feel like getting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arghhh&lt;/span&gt;... decision, decision!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-577636038060226759?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/577636038060226759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=577636038060226759' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/577636038060226759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/577636038060226759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/07/nikon-d60-or-canon-ixus-970-is.html' title='Nikon D60 or Canon IXUS 970  IS?'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SHNfqH2clzI/AAAAAAAACPA/ow3jsJyNBFQ/s72-c/canon-ixus-970-is.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-2426353030818453600</id><published>2008-07-07T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T01:18:37.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip and Dream</title><content type='html'>I am sorry for being so quiet these days. I just came back from a getaway or rather an eating trip to Kota Kinabalu, Sabah. Thanks to my Yee Yee (mum's sis) for all the good food and also, the quality time spent together. I really appreciate it!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there're too many photos on food, I'll have to push back my posts on all the awesome food I had in Sabah. For now, I just want to write about a dream I had back in Sabah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had wanted this dream since last November, the day when my Gong Gong left me for a better place. Yes, he finally came to me in my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, I slept quite early after pampering my stomach with loads of food. It's quite difficult to sleep at first but I still manage to "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;faint&lt;/span&gt;" on the bed as I was too tired then. I have no idea why I always woke up in the middle of the night while I was in Sabah. So, like the past few nights, I woke up, looked around, had a drink and back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I tossed here and there. I just couldn't get myself to sleep but when I finally did, I dreamt a lot. The one and only one that I can remember was a dream about my Gong Gong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking into a building (Gong Gong's "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;new house&lt;/span&gt;"?) when I saw an old man painting the wall of the building. I didn't pay much attention to that man until he turned around and faced towards me. He's my Gong Gong! He had changed quite a bit from the last time I saw him. He had lost a bit of weight. His face was a bit pale. His skin was fairer. His hair was like the one he had back in his 60s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waved at me and I was shouting "Gong Gong!". I ran towards him and hugged him. Not long after that, I bursted into tears. While crying, I said something which I couldn't remember what it was. Being the always kind Gong Gong, he comforted me and patted my back. He didn't say anything. He just hugged me tight like what I did to him at that time too. I managed to mumble something, again I couldn't remember what it was, before this dream was shattered into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy that I could see my Gong Gong once again. I haven't seen him for quite a while. Seriously, I miss him so much. Once in a while, his image would flash through my mind. Or, whenever I do something which he did with me before he left, I would remember him. I regret for not spending more time with Gong Gong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gong Gong, take care there and I do hope to see you in my dream again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-2426353030818453600?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/2426353030818453600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=2426353030818453600' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/2426353030818453600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/2426353030818453600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/07/trip-and-dream.html' title='Trip and Dream'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-6626805195131230131</id><published>2008-06-25T18:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T23:08:55.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Name!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Short talk: I haven't decided to stop blogging. The previous post is mainly about my feeling at that very moment. Maybe some of you still couldn't catch "real meaning" behind that post but that's not important anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder why I don't get myself a Christian name? Why do I stick with the forever boring Last-Middle-First name given by my Baba? And why I'm always waiting for my friends to give me some funny nicknames for their convenience to remember my name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'll tell you why. Imagine a receptionist is questioning me. Below might be the conversation which would take place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff8/lawkw85/conversation.gif" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" height="320" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You might have to view this twice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now tell me, do you prefer Kok or No Law? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-6626805195131230131?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/6626805195131230131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=6626805195131230131' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/6626805195131230131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/6626805195131230131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-name.html' title='What a Name!'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-5166134728304910710</id><published>2008-06-22T02:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T03:34:24.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Not The Same Anymore...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Way back when I started this blog in early 2006, I was like staying in an empty room, talking to the wall. Not until when I began to bloghop at the end of 2006, I met a lot of wonderful bloggers who gave me the drive to keep on blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious to know who are those bloggers? Let me list them down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://overseasmomwife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Firehorse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://clockwise12.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aunty Judy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://wonda4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aunty Alice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://greetingsfromilene-myfirst.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ilene&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yenjai.net/"&gt;Yenjai&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quaintmelody.com/"&gt;CC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.richjenn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dancing Queen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muminmiri.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mum In Miri&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sashablablabla.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sasha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*The list only includes friends I know from blogosphere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the one never failed to drop a comment or two at each post. At one time, each post I wrote was bombarded with comments. Most of the times, some of them would leave two or three comments, as if the comment box was meant for chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the times I enjoyed the most in blogging. I don't know about the others (bloggers I listed above), at least for me, the bonding with them is stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as time goes by, I no longer feel they're as close to me anymore. I don't seem to have the drive to blog like previously. Although you all might say I have new blogger friends, yes I do, I still feel that the time spent with those bloggers was the most enjoyable. Simply because they are the first few who drop by here and sort of give me encouragement to keep blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of these bloggers no longer frequent my blog or I should say, make this blog as merrier as last time. I can understand as most of them have their own commitments. Below are the current situation of these bloggers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Firehorse - No longer blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aunty Judy - Decided to stop blogging recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aunty Alice - Very much busy with her daily life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ilene - A lot of ups and downs for her which I deeply feel for her&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yenjai - Still as active&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;CC - Just make a comeback after disappear for almost a year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dancing Queen - Still as active&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mum In Miri - Slows down in blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sasha - Most active but spending more time with his boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;To me, they are the greatest. They made me feel warm in this blogosphere. How I wish Doraemon does exist so that I can ask him to bring me back to those time... The time when I feel blogging is something I am looking forward the moment I open my eyes. I seriously miss it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why for me, I feel that blogging is no longer the same anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/s:&lt;/span&gt; To all my other blogger friends, of course, I do appreciate all of you. And I really mean it. Without you all, I don't even want to write this post. I hope you all would understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P/s/s:&lt;/strong&gt; I wrote this not because I want more people to comment on my post. It's simply a feeling that I want to express at the moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-5166134728304910710?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/5166134728304910710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=5166134728304910710' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/5166134728304910710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/5166134728304910710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/06/blogging-not-same-anymore.html' title='Blogging Not The Same Anymore...'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-260584018075545114</id><published>2008-06-22T01:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T02:17:33.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggerwave For Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;I am currently still searching for job. Since I am jobless and need an income, I decided to fully utilize my blog to make some money. I have actually registered with &lt;a href="http://www.bloggerwave.com"&gt;Bloggerwave&lt;/a&gt; some time ago. So, it is time for me to go back to them again for making money through blog. Hopefully I can see more figures in my Paypal soon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloggerwave.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bloggerwave.com/blogviewcount.php?pic=sponsorlogo.gif&amp;amp;OpportunityId=31&amp;amp;BlogId=4026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-260584018075545114?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/260584018075545114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=260584018075545114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/260584018075545114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/260584018075545114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/06/bloggerwave-for-blogger.html' title='Bloggerwave For Blogger'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-1869623803587041302</id><published>2008-06-18T18:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T20:36:54.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How's My Birthday?</title><content type='html'>Some of you might be curious of how I celebrated my birthday this year. I'll tell you how I celebrated my birthday in this post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; birthday cake for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SFjgvumSQsI/AAAAAAAACOo/sKF9dE5hfiQ/s1600-h/50thBDcake+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SFjgvumSQsI/AAAAAAAACOo/sKF9dE5hfiQ/s400/50thBDcake+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213163679248433858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Reminds me of the mud cake given by Chris in 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; birthday gifts for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SFjgv592VEI/AAAAAAAACO4/baJYv7uNAG8/s1600-h/Kraft+Gift+Boxes+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SFjgv592VEI/AAAAAAAACO4/baJYv7uNAG8/s400/Kraft+Gift+Boxes+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213163682300056642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Reminds me of the gifts given by my friends in Perth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; birthday celebration for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SFjgvmj919I/AAAAAAAACOw/WZxNi4V4eH0/s1600-h/celebration+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SFjgvmj919I/AAAAAAAACOw/WZxNi4V4eH0/s400/celebration+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213163677091223506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Reminds me of the little celebration I had back in Perth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, basically that's my birthday for this year. Sad, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's just another day in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-1869623803587041302?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/1869623803587041302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=1869623803587041302' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/1869623803587041302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/1869623803587041302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/06/hows-your-birthday.html' title='How&apos;s My Birthday?'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SFjgvumSQsI/AAAAAAAACOo/sKF9dE5hfiQ/s72-c/50thBDcake+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-8384273858294438878</id><published>2008-06-13T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T01:55:04.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy "Ngau Yat" to Me!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's another year! 13th of June 2008, I celebrate my 23rd birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is just another birthday for me. Unlike my birthday in &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-belated-birthday-to-me.html"&gt;2006&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="httphttp://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-birthday.html"&gt;2007&lt;/a&gt; when my friends celebrated my birthday, I won't have any celebration this year. I'll be going to attend my baba customer's wedding dinner with my baba and mama at night. That's the only celebration I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SFFVg6mNppI/AAAAAAAACOg/OuyfiyeQ1hg/s1600-h/Untitled-2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SFFVg6mNppI/AAAAAAAACOg/OuyfiyeQ1hg/s400/Untitled-2+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211040267818083986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Happy "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ngau Yat&lt;/span&gt;" (Cow One)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'll just keep this short unless I have last minute surprise, then I'll write more. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot for the birthday wishes from:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muminmiri.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mum In Miri&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sylvia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chris&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://chen22.blogspot.com/"&gt;Veron&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kopisoh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anthony&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mian Er&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Emilia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I appreciate them a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, Happy "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ngau Yat&lt;/span&gt;" (Cantonese)! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/s&lt;/span&gt;: I've no idea why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ngau Yat"&lt;/span&gt; means birthday in Cantonese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-8384273858294438878?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/8384273858294438878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=8384273858294438878' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/8384273858294438878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/8384273858294438878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-ngau-yat-to-me.html' title='Happy &quot;Ngau Yat&quot; to Me!'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SFFVg6mNppI/AAAAAAAACOg/OuyfiyeQ1hg/s72-c/Untitled-2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-7342435230638589176</id><published>2008-06-11T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T00:37:01.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Woots Woots*</title><content type='html'>Before I write anything, take a look at this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SE6nfZJqMVI/AAAAAAAACNY/CrnCWOFyEfI/s1600-h/Lydia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SE6nfZJqMVI/AAAAAAAACNY/CrnCWOFyEfI/s400/Lydia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210285976683426130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Taken from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lydia Teh&lt;/span&gt;'s blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of the winners of a contest organised by &lt;a href="http://www.lydiateh.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lydia Teh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Woots woots*&lt;/span&gt; If you all can remember, it's a &lt;a href="http://lydiateh.wordpress.com/2008/05/27/popular-because-of-you/"&gt;contest&lt;/a&gt; to thank her readers for her recent win in The Star-Popular Readers' Choice contest. I've blogged about &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/05/lydia-honks-again.html"&gt;this contest before&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SE6nfiqWFCI/AAAAAAAACNg/-Vtur44ckp0/s1600-h/win.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SE6nfiqWFCI/AAAAAAAACNg/-Vtur44ckp0/s400/win.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210285979236439074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RM20 Popular book vouchers for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyhoo, I never thought I'll win as luck is always not with me when it comes to this kind of contest. I'll use the RM20 Popular book vouchers to buy&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Life's Like That&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lydia Teh&lt;/span&gt;. Yes! I'm hooked to her books! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Lydia, for the vouchers! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-7342435230638589176?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/7342435230638589176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=7342435230638589176' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/7342435230638589176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/7342435230638589176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/06/woots-woots.html' title='*Woots Woots*'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SE6nfZJqMVI/AAAAAAAACNY/CrnCWOFyEfI/s72-c/Lydia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-3465632635298209866</id><published>2008-06-06T01:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T04:11:00.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expensive lah!</title><content type='html'>Wednesday night, the petrol stations in the whole Malaysia were packed with vehicles after our kind government announced an increase in petrol and diesel price. Petrol per litre now costs RM2.70 (RM1.92 per litre previously) and diesel per litre is now RM2.58 (RM1.58 per litre previously).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SEdk8A848pI/AAAAAAAACNQ/jglj04_q8NI/s1600-h/DSC04411+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SEdk8A848pI/AAAAAAAACNQ/jglj04_q8NI/s400/DSC04411+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208242476287586962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Long queue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was a shocking news for everyone as the increase was not expected to be that much. Many started to complain or whine about how tough the life is going to be with such increase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SEdk7w848oI/AAAAAAAACNI/bf_TiYQ3xZM/s1600-h/DSC04408+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SEdk7w848oI/AAAAAAAACNI/bf_TiYQ3xZM/s400/DSC04408+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208242471992619650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No longer RM1.91 per litre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;However, it's already a fact now. No matter how hard we complain, we won't be able to pump our petrol at RM1.91 per litre anymore. We just have to accept it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SEdk7g848nI/AAAAAAAACNA/9golcyDtZns/s1600-h/DSC04407+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SEdk7g848nI/AAAAAAAACNA/9golcyDtZns/s400/DSC04407+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208242467697652338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chinese New Year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I find it quite true of what &lt;a href="http://www.lydiateh.wordpress.com/"&gt;Lydia Teh&lt;/a&gt; wrote in her blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don’t complain you don’t have money when you still drink coffee that costs RM10 per cup. Or eat a slice of carrot cake that costs RM5. I’m not saying we shouldn’t splurge once in a while for a treat. But if we regularly eat stuff like this, it’s no wonder our pockets will be burned through with a hole the size of Mars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, we just have to cut down unnecessary expenses especially on food. No more eating out? Or we just have to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eat grass&lt;/span&gt;? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-3465632635298209866?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/3465632635298209866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=3465632635298209866' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/3465632635298209866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/3465632635298209866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/06/expensive-lah.html' title='Expensive lah!'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SEdk8A848pI/AAAAAAAACNQ/jglj04_q8NI/s72-c/DSC04411+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-7729936004641504837</id><published>2008-06-06T01:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T03:23:44.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP! 8 Million Clicks Needed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3hzMxJ3mjI/SEgJRPo2keI/AAAAAAAAB-I/WfIUox5F6MM/s1600-h/breastcancer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208423160914285026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3hzMxJ3mjI/SEgJRPo2keI/AAAAAAAAB-I/WfIUox5F6MM/s400/breastcancer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an urgent &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;tag&lt;/span&gt; I recieved from a blogging friend of &lt;a href="http://www.mohlee56.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It is an ongoing campaign in &lt;a href="http://www.thebreastcancersite.com/clickToGive/home.faces?siteId=2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The Breast Cancer Site&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;to get as many&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;clicks&lt;/span&gt; as possible by end of&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; June&lt;/span&gt; to reach their target of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;8 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;clicks&lt;/span&gt; in order for their sponsors to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;donate &lt;/span&gt;$10,000 more for free &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;mammograms&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We can do our&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; part&lt;/span&gt; by just clicking at the &lt;a href="http://www.thebreastcancersite.com/clickToGive/home.faces?siteId=2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pink button&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;as many times as you can.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; Remember&lt;/span&gt; each click you gave will give &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt; to a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;poor &lt;/span&gt;woman in getting&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; free&lt;/span&gt; mammogram. I would like my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;buddies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;here to help out by spreading&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; word&lt;/span&gt; about this campaign and link it to &lt;a href="http://www.thebreastcancersite.com/clickToGive/home.faces"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The Breast Cancer Site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-7729936004641504837?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/7729936004641504837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=7729936004641504837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/7729936004641504837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/7729936004641504837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/06/help-8-million-clicks-needed_06.html' title='HELP! 8 Million Clicks Needed!'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3hzMxJ3mjI/SEgJRPo2keI/AAAAAAAAB-I/WfIUox5F6MM/s72-c/breastcancer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-4006408286119501295</id><published>2008-06-01T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T00:35:18.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Gawai!</title><content type='html'>To all my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dayak&lt;/span&gt; friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SEF5kA848mI/AAAAAAAACM4/hvOy5mG6B-U/s1600-h/gawai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SEF5kA848mI/AAAAAAAACM4/hvOy5mG6B-U/s400/gawai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206576303854645858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI GAWAI, GAYA GURU GERAI NYAMAI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For everyone's information, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hari Gawai&lt;/span&gt; is celebrated on the first day of June every year by the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dayaks&lt;/span&gt; (native ethnics) of Sarawak, marking the end of a paddy harvesting season and the beginning of a new planting season. At the longhouses, there are several activities/entertainment to celebrate this big occasion which includes dancing and singing in a traditional way. Not to forget, lots of food and also &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tuak&lt;/span&gt; (rice wine) would also be served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More information on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hari Gawai&lt;/span&gt;, click &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gawai_Dayak"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-4006408286119501295?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/4006408286119501295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=4006408286119501295' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/4006408286119501295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/4006408286119501295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/06/selamat-hari-gawai.html' title='Selamat Hari Gawai!'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SEF5kA848mI/AAAAAAAACM4/hvOy5mG6B-U/s72-c/gawai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-8198074457049555053</id><published>2008-05-29T00:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T01:56:53.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lydia Teh Honks Again!</title><content type='html'>Last few months when I was in Kuching, I finally got myself one of the most famous non-fictional books in Malaysia; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honk! If You're Malaysian&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.lydiateh.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lydia Teh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I wanted to get hold of this book for as long as I can remember but I just couldn't find one at Miri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SD2LrQUyhoI/AAAAAAAACMg/lBY4cHpJmG4/s1600-h/DSC04351+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SD2LrQUyhoI/AAAAAAAACMg/lBY4cHpJmG4/s400/DSC04351+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205470319542961794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Finally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Once I got this book, I couldn't stop myself from reading it. The first day I got the book, I already read 1/3 of it which is about 100 pages. I seldom read this much at one time, not even my textbooks back in uni! Yes, this shows how interesting the book is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SD2LrwUyhqI/AAAAAAAACMw/5y7OsGKaMI0/s1600-h/DSC04354+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SD2LrwUyhqI/AAAAAAAACMw/5y7OsGKaMI0/s400/DSC04354+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205470328132896418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;6th printing already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honk! If You're Malaysian&lt;/span&gt; basically reviews the typical life of Malaysian. When I was reading the book, I thought, "How come Lydia knows what I've done previously?" Haha! Lydia is just too observant that she noticed every single bit of how a typical Malaysian behaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are loads of stories in this book about Malaysian. They are all written in a humorous way. On a particular story, Lydia wrote about how Malaysians would shop. Malaysians are trying all possible ways to avoid paying a single cents when we shop. On another story, it was about Malaysians who love to procrastinate. From studying for exams to shopping, Malaysians just like to leave everything to the very last minute. While reading these, I kept nodding my head. These are so true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SD2LrgUyhpI/AAAAAAAACMo/N9uzz2Yati8/s1600-h/DSC04353+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SD2LrgUyhpI/AAAAAAAACMo/N9uzz2Yati8/s400/DSC04353+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205470323837929106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is the lady behind this book; Lydia Teh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For a reasonable price at RM29 per book, I would strongly recommend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honk! If you're Malaysian&lt;/span&gt; to everyone. This is a book which deserves a place on your bookshelf. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;**ATTENTION**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, &lt;a href="http://www.lydiateh.wordpress.com/"&gt;Lydia Teh&lt;/a&gt; has won The Star-Popular Readers’ Choice contest with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honk! If You’re Malaysian&lt;/span&gt; being the most popular non-fiction local book  as voted by The Star readers. To thank her readers who have made the win possible, she organised a contest which anyone in Malaysia can enter by posting in the comment box at her blog &lt;a href="http://lydiateh.wordpress.com/2008/05/27/popular-because-of-you/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. Only one entry per person. Winners will be selected by random draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st prize :  RM50 Popular book vouchers&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2nd prize : RM30 Popular book vouchers&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3rd prize : RM20 Popular book vouchers&lt;/p&gt;Closing date: &lt;strong&gt;Friday, 6 June 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Let's hop over to Lydia's blog now to congratulate her and also, to try your luck! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-8198074457049555053?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/8198074457049555053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=8198074457049555053' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/8198074457049555053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/8198074457049555053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/05/lydia-honks-again.html' title='Lydia Teh Honks Again!'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SD2LrQUyhoI/AAAAAAAACMg/lBY4cHpJmG4/s72-c/DSC04351+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-1224027147373979815</id><published>2008-05-26T02:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T02:14:35.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Grown Mango</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Short note: Thanks everyone for your encouraging words and support. They make me keep going and I truly appreciate them very much. Hopefully there's something better for me out there. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house has a mango tree which was planted by my dad just before he moved into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SDl7tQUyhhI/AAAAAAAACLo/MZ2Synn8POM/s1600-h/IMG_1306+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SDl7tQUyhhI/AAAAAAAACLo/MZ2Synn8POM/s400/IMG_1306+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204326861809813010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;25 years old mango tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This mango tree aged approximately 25 years old. It's older than me but still standing proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SDl7aQUyhgI/AAAAAAAACLg/Tf2euuPAsRs/s1600-h/IMG_1299+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SDl7aQUyhgI/AAAAAAAACLg/Tf2euuPAsRs/s400/IMG_1299+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204326535392298498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mango flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It has provided my family and I with thousands of kilos of mangoes! Hmm... maybe ten or hundreds of thousands. Yes, that much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SDl7tQUyhiI/AAAAAAAACLw/GyFoUtnvbFs/s1600-h/IMG_1528+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SDl7tQUyhiI/AAAAAAAACLw/GyFoUtnvbFs/s400/IMG_1528+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204326861809813026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Growing mangoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;However, as years go by, this mango tree does not provide as many mangoes anymore. Last time, my mama used to give bags and bags of mangoes to my relatives. Now, not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SDl7ZgUyhcI/AAAAAAAACLA/xarNI0qZz3M/s1600-h/DSC03637+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SDl7ZgUyhcI/AAAAAAAACLA/xarNI0qZz3M/s400/DSC03637+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204326522507396546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mangoes hanging on the tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What's the species of this mango you might ask. Seriously, I don't know. I only know it's definitely not any mixed species like most of the mangoes in the market today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SDl7ZwUyhdI/AAAAAAAACLI/63mWej971ho/s1600-h/DSC03772+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SDl7ZwUyhdI/AAAAAAAACLI/63mWej971ho/s400/DSC03772+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204326526802363858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ready to be plucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last time, this mango trees bore fruits in June (my birthday month :)) but now, there's no exact season for fruits. It keeps us guessing on when we can have mangoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SDl7aAUyheI/AAAAAAAACLQ/PsXj-UtShdM/s1600-h/DSC04340+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SDl7aAUyheI/AAAAAAAACLQ/PsXj-UtShdM/s400/DSC04340+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204326531097331170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The mango is as long as my index finger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The mangoes are not huge. In average, they're about the grip of my palm or maybe slightly bigger. Most measure as long as my index finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SDmihAUyhmI/AAAAAAAACMQ/I0i95tE7YaQ/s1600-h/DSC04344+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SDmihAUyhmI/AAAAAAAACMQ/I0i95tE7YaQ/s400/DSC04344+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204369532309898850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Home mango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SDmihQUyhnI/AAAAAAAACMY/L__UC00tCeY/s1600-h/IMG_6849+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SDmihQUyhnI/AAAAAAAACMY/L__UC00tCeY/s400/IMG_6849+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204369536604866162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Australia mango.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As comparison, the colour of my home's mango does not look as "orange" as the Australia mango. Tastewise, home grown mango is not as juicy and sweet as the Australia mango but I think the sweetness is just right. My home's mango is more towards the crunchy side and that's what I like most in it. What's best is that I don't need to pay a single cent for these mangoes! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wants some mangoes? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-1224027147373979815?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/1224027147373979815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=1224027147373979815' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/1224027147373979815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/1224027147373979815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/05/mango.html' title='Home Grown Mango'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SDl7tQUyhhI/AAAAAAAACLo/MZ2Synn8POM/s72-c/IMG_1306+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-3038368478773037653</id><published>2008-05-26T01:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T15:43:14.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Around the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3hzMxJ3mjI/SDk-Svo2jhI/AAAAAAAAB2g/71zNp1RNuyc/s1600-h/2499386680_c56db1f991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204259336149700114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3hzMxJ3mjI/SDk-Svo2jhI/AAAAAAAAB2g/71zNp1RNuyc/s400/2499386680_c56db1f991.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Start Copy &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Rule:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 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, 19. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://inmypyjamas.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;BloggingInMyPyjamas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 20. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://babyshern.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Baby Shern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, 21. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://mohlee56.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Rainbows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.kokadoodle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Not so complicated...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, 23. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;YOUR-BLOG-HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Please feel free to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; join&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; me here ........&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-3038368478773037653?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/3038368478773037653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=3038368478773037653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/3038368478773037653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/3038368478773037653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/05/friends-around-world.html' title='Friends Around the World'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3hzMxJ3mjI/SDk-Svo2jhI/AAAAAAAAB2g/71zNp1RNuyc/s72-c/2499386680_c56db1f991.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-7539246179268929699</id><published>2008-05-22T23:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T01:41:16.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejected Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Short note: I just want to rant. Let me do it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you might have known, I applied for a job with Shell some time in March. Last week, I went for their Shell Recruitment Day (SRD) for their final assessment. There were three exercises/sessions on that day; individual case study, group case study and technical interview. Out of the three, I think I did quite badly in my technical interview. Done with the SRD, I was told that the outcome of the interview would be discussed within the next 3 working days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two days of waiting, another guy who went for the SRD texted and asked me whether I had any news from Shell or not. No was my answer. He further told me that two other people had been offered a position with Shell. That got me curious and worried. So, I texted another girl and asked if she received any phone call from Shell. To my surprise, she had been offered too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 3 out of 6 people had been offered, I thought they will call me soon to let me know the outcome. However, the next day was Saturday and then, Wesak Day (holiday in Malaysia) was on Monday. I expected them to give me a call on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I wait, the more curious I was. At one time, I thought I don't have chance anymore but at another time, I thought they might not be so cruel to reject me. Afterall, I only did quite badly in the technical interview part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days after days, I finally received a call from Shell this afternoon. A familiar voice from one of the guy in the SRD. First, I was told about the qualities I had during the SRD and then, it was about the qualities that I have to improve on. Next on, he told me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Unfortunately, you didn't meet the benchmark. We couldn't offer you a position. You can apply again with Shell after 2 years."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart sank when I heard that. I didn't know if I should be happy or sad. Happy because at least, they called. Sad because I am a rejected good. Frankly, Shell is the only company I have applied for a position so far. I wanted to join Shell very much simply because it is a reputable company in oil and gas industry (my preferred industry) and also because it provides proper training for fresh graduates. Apart from that, I can't deny I am attracted by the salary they offer. In a small city like Miri, it's pretty difficult to find such good company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not the end of the world to be rejected by a company. Nevertheless, I still feel quite depressed to be rejected by a company which I have always wanted to join. This is not the first time they rejected me. The last time when I applied for my internship, they also rejected me. Maybe I really have to look at the brighter side or in another words, comfort myself to make me feel not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh! Enough with the ranting! Now tell me what are you going to do with this "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rejected good&lt;/span&gt;"? Any &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rubbish bin&lt;/span&gt; cares to take me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/s:&lt;/span&gt; If you know any &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rubbish bin&lt;/span&gt; in Miri looking for rejected goods to fill them up, please let me know. I want to prove to them I'm a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; rejected good&lt;/span&gt; which can still be sold for good money!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-7539246179268929699?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/7539246179268929699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=7539246179268929699' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/7539246179268929699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/7539246179268929699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/05/rejected-good.html' title='Rejected Good'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-3316799253988724262</id><published>2008-05-19T01:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T02:27:05.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Ho's Fine Foods</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Short note: I am without a camera now. So, all the photos on this blog  are taken using my camera phone. I hope I can get myself a new camera real soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, my dad went for a meeting, thus, my mama and I had to settle our own dinner. Since I haven't bought her a dinner for Mother's Day last Sunday, I decided to bring her to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Ho's Fine Food&lt;/span&gt;. It's a newly opened franchise restaurant which drawn quite a bit of attention from the people in Miri here. Why? Because Miri is a small city with not much fine dining restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SDBmuO66k3I/AAAAAAAACKk/pG6CX0QyEBo/s1600-h/DSC04298+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SDBmuO66k3I/AAAAAAAACKk/pG6CX0QyEBo/s400/DSC04298+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201770514078143346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What to order?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When we reached the restaurant, it was already fully packed. We had to settle ourselves at a table outside the restaurant, along the walk path. Therefore, I couldn't show much on the environment of the restaurant. Maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SDBltO66kzI/AAAAAAAACKE/8OCAUxHrACQ/s1600-h/DSC04301+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SDBltO66kzI/AAAAAAAACKE/8OCAUxHrACQ/s400/DSC04301+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201769397386646322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cappucino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For drinks, my mum's choice was a cup of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cappucino&lt;/span&gt;. There's nothing to shout about except for the price which is RM8 per cup. Way too expensive for Miri's standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SDBlte66k0I/AAAAAAAACKM/V0rk2iF0ps4/s1600-h/DSC04302+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SDBlte66k0I/AAAAAAAACKM/V0rk2iF0ps4/s400/DSC04302+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201769401681613634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarsaparilla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know we should get ourselves a bottle of wine, or at least a beer, for fine dining. However, both my mama and I were not really into alcohol. Thus, I got myself a beer; root beer. Also beer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt;! :P In the menu, it was written, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarsaparilla&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SDBluO66k1I/AAAAAAAACKU/EEVoV2IMkKE/s1600-h/DSC04304+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SDBluO66k1I/AAAAAAAACKU/EEVoV2IMkKE/s400/DSC04304+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201769414566515538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Mr. Ho's Signature Prawn Pasta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My mum ordered herself a serve of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Ho's Signature Prawn Pasta&lt;/span&gt;. The spaghetti was tossed with black pepper, chilli flakes and olive oil (I think). It was served with two medium size prawns and few pieces of roasted pork. I would say it was neither too good, nor too bad. In another words, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so-so lah&lt;/span&gt;. My mama complained it was a tad oily. She still preferred the pasta which she had at &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2007/12/ciao-italia-with-high-school-friends.html"&gt;Ciao Italia&lt;/a&gt;, Perth. Without hesitate, I totally agreed with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SDBp0O66k5I/AAAAAAAACK0/bR92w1TfO0c/s1600-h/DSC04309+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SDBp0O66k5I/AAAAAAAACK0/bR92w1TfO0c/s400/DSC04309+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201773915692241810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pork Chop &amp;amp; Bratwurst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As for me, I had a serve of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pork Chop and Bratwurst&lt;/span&gt;. This was better than the pasta. At least, the pork chop was tender and the gravy tasted great. However, the Bratwurst sausage, which was supposed to be their specialty (they made the sausages), was not up to my expectation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SDBlu-66k2I/AAAAAAAACKc/jW3NeQw468o/s1600-h/DSC04311+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SDBlu-66k2I/AAAAAAAACKc/jW3NeQw468o/s400/DSC04311+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201769427451417442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The total damage for the night came up to be RM64.20 including 5% government tax and 10% service tax. It was a bit expensive for a dinner but for fine dining, the price was considered to be reasonable. As I have yet tried their meat specialty. So, I will return to again for more of their food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/s&lt;/span&gt;: I don't know whether they accept any reservation but it is worth to try. Their phone number is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;085-413933&lt;/span&gt;. For more information on this restaurant, click &lt;a href="http://www.mrhofinefoods.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-3316799253988724262?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/3316799253988724262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=3316799253988724262' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/3316799253988724262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/3316799253988724262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/05/mr-hos-fine-foods.html' title='Mr. Ho&apos;s Fine Foods'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SDBmuO66k3I/AAAAAAAACKk/pG6CX0QyEBo/s72-c/DSC04298+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-9176959020719231303</id><published>2008-05-10T00:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T13:05:24.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Four Years in Uni...</title><content type='html'>In a blink of eyes, my four years of journey in uni have ended. I couldn't believe that I'll be going through another chapter of life very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCL75RAP8rI/AAAAAAAACJM/0ABwHwqOTIA/s1600-h/IMG_7721+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197993881174536882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCL75RAP8rI/AAAAAAAACJM/0ABwHwqOTIA/s400/IMG_7721+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The University of Western Australia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is still clearly in my mind that, I was so excited when I was accepted by The University of Western Australia. Finally, I was able to get out of Miri and went to a country where it is most famous with its kangaroos and koala bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCLaOiPJ3I/AAAAAAAACH0/s4nfKTvo3cI/s1600-h/IMG_7632+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197307252680107890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCLaOiPJ3I/AAAAAAAACH0/s4nfKTvo3cI/s400/IMG_7632+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My family and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my Baba didn't really like the idea of me going overseas to study. Looking at his friends, almost all of their sons and daughters chose not to come back to them after they're done with their studies. After a &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;fight&lt;/span&gt; with my Baba, he gave me the permission to study in Perth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCL6uiPJ6I/AAAAAAAACIM/FFpvywQtbP8/s1600-h/IMG_7686+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197307811025856418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCL6uiPJ6I/AAAAAAAACIM/FFpvywQtbP8/s400/IMG_7686+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny was the one whom I followed to Perth. He was the one who gave me a place to stay. He was the one who assisted me to settle in Perth. He was the one who brought me to the uni. He was the one who helped me the most in my studies. He was the one I would like to thank the most. Thanks, buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCL7OiPJ7I/AAAAAAAACIU/jRK3XcqfKJE/s1600-h/IMG_7698+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197307819615791026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCL7OiPJ7I/AAAAAAAACIU/jRK3XcqfKJE/s400/IMG_7698+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My sis and I at Sunken Garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touching down Perth for the very first time, Mian Er (Danny's sis), fetched us from the airport. That was the very first time I saw her. She's my housemate for the rest of the year besides Danny. She brought us to a Thai restaurant for dinner. That time, my jaw almost dropped when I saw the price of a plate of rice cost Aud$8. It's about RM24 per plate, I thought. I knew, I had no choice but to still eat it because I was no longer in Malaysia where a plate of rice cost only RM3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCLa-iPJ5I/AAAAAAAACIE/fXsJePQv6m8/s1600-h/IMG_7665+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197307265565009810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCLa-iPJ5I/AAAAAAAACIE/fXsJePQv6m8/s400/IMG_7665+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The famous clock tower in The University of Western Australia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, Mian Er drove us back to my first home in Perth. On the way back, Danny pointed out the uni, which I was going to spend 4 years in. It was just few minutes away from my house. I was totally impressed by the clock tower which stands proudly, at the entrance of the uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCLaeiPJ4I/AAAAAAAACH8/5QYU5cAoX3s/s1600-h/IMG_7636+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197307256975075202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCLaeiPJ4I/AAAAAAAACH8/5QYU5cAoX3s/s400/IMG_7636+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Reflective pond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few days, Danny and Mian Er drove me to few places, to get myself some of the furniture needed. With only few hundred of cash in hand, I almost spent most. Things in Perth are just expensive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCSFTFhRLII/AAAAAAAACJ0/roGtQghKPKc/s1600-h/litG44+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198426432838118530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCSFTFhRLII/AAAAAAAACJ0/roGtQghKPKc/s400/litG44+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Danny and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first year in Perth was quite boring and I couldn't deny, this made me miss home a lot. I didn't eat much outside, I didn't go to a lot of places and also, I didn't have many friends. All I did was to just stay at home and try my very best to catch up with my studies. However, my results were not excellent. Maybe because both Danny and I didn't mix or have a lot of friends, thus, we didn't get enough "source" for our exams. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCLCeiPJwI/AAAAAAAACG8/OsMFsuTSxVo/s1600-h/DSC_7876+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197306844658214658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCLCeiPJwI/AAAAAAAACG8/OsMFsuTSxVo/s400/DSC_7876+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A group of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I couldn't forget is how I had to wake up at 7a.m. everyday in the winter, when everyone was still hiding under their blankets, and walk to the earliest Maths lecture at 8a.m.. Thinking of the strong, cold wind blowing my face... &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;*Shaking head*&lt;/span&gt; No more, no more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCKouiPJuI/AAAAAAAACGs/7TyphsH_MFQ/s1600-h/DSC_7867+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197306402276583138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCKouiPJuI/AAAAAAAACGs/7TyphsH_MFQ/s400/DSC_7867+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Family and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think about it, my first year wasn't that bad. I met a new friend, Robby (Mian Er's friend), who spent about a week in Perth to visit Mian Er. He stayed in our house and we travelled to some of the places, such as Swan Valley, Cohunu Wildlife Park, Mandurah and etc.. We had a great time together. I had to say, that period of time was the most happy for me in my first year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCMNeiPKBI/AAAAAAAACJE/Wb7K5Maj7mM/s1600-h/IMG_9135+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197308133148403730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCMNeiPKBI/AAAAAAAACJE/Wb7K5Maj7mM/s400/IMG_9135+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Inside the graduation hall, Winthrop Hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second year started off with only me and Danny in the house. Mian Er decided to go to Kuala Lumpur for work. Our house, once full of laughter, suddenly became very quiet. That only lasted for two or three months before Mian Er came back for good. Soon after that, I launched a "Midnight Radio". I would download all the new Mandarin songs and "broadcast" them from my room. That was our house main entertainment at night. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCLZeiPJ1I/AAAAAAAACHk/c156-GKqf84/s1600-h/DSC_7918+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197307239795205970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCLZeiPJ1I/AAAAAAAACHk/c156-GKqf84/s400/DSC_7918+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Left to right: Chris, Wei Lun, Jeremy, Kok, Adrian, Khee Wee and Mohan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second year, first semester, I had some of the best memories in uni. Thanks to a unit, Engineering Design. Brian, Danny and I formed a group to design and build two prototypes for that unit. We had to carry all of our tools such as pieces of wood, hammer, screwdriver, electric drill and etc. all the way from my house to the engineering building every night. We had to spend at least few hours there to build our prototype. We also had to make sure the prototype works. If not, we might failed the unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCL7-iPJ9I/AAAAAAAACIk/JGRy1xLZy7o/s1600-h/IMG_7745+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197307832500692946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCL7-iPJ9I/AAAAAAAACIk/JGRy1xLZy7o/s400/IMG_7745+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Warman group mates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shows how tough our second year. Some days, we stayed up the whole night to finish up the prototypes. Those were one of the days when we saw the sun rise before going to bed. Sometimes, I only slept for 2 or 3 hours before going for lectures. Call me mad or crazy, yes, I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCKouiPJtI/AAAAAAAACGk/pNuscj1vZjs/s1600-h/DSC_7866+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197306402276583122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCKouiPJtI/AAAAAAAACGk/pNuscj1vZjs/s400/DSC_7866+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Graduands from left to right: Lawrence, Kok, Danny, Nathan, Kwong, Shadi and Mohan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also that unit, I met a lot of friends. Louis, Mohan, Shadi, Chris, Wei Lun, Eric and etc. , just to name a few. It was one of the most fun units in the uni. Nevertheless, I still have to tell you all that, it's also a nightmare for us at the time we're doing that unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCKn-iPJrI/AAAAAAAACGU/psTAYUKPBCM/s1600-h/DSC_7850+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197306389391681202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCKn-iPJrI/AAAAAAAACGU/psTAYUKPBCM/s400/DSC_7850+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the academic stuff, Danny and I did a lot of stuff together. We came out with a once-a-week-city-day which we would go to the city and have a lunch at Taka, most of the time (will blog about this restaurant). At the end of the year, we also took a bus circle route and went round Perth for a day. We were so exhausted by the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCLZuiPJ2I/AAAAAAAACHs/8VGfSbAkeOk/s1600-h/DSC_7919+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197307244090173282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCLZuiPJ2I/AAAAAAAACHs/8VGfSbAkeOk/s400/DSC_7919+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mohan and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my circle of friends grew wider in second year, my activities with friends also showed an increase. Every week, we would find a day for soccer together. I also tried my first time ice-skating with a group of friends at the end of the year. That's the normal activities. Brian, Danny and I did an insane activity together; going for Japanese sushi all-you-can-eat-buffet. The first part of that activity did not include Brian. We were trying to make ourselves as hungry as possible so that we could make our money worth for that buffet. The day we were going to the buffet, Danny and I woke up early in the morning and had only a cup of milk before walking to and back King's Park from our house (about 45 minutes walk). By the time we reached home, it's already lunch time but we didn't had anything except just a snack bar of chocolate. At about 5:30p.m., we called Brian and together, we went to the city for Jaws Kaiten Sushi's all-you-can-eat-buffet. We paid Aud$20 (price at that time) and were given 45 minutes to eat as many plates of sushi as possible. Danny and I were the hungry ghosts then. Danny had about 17 plates of sushi while I had about 13 plates. Brian, who had late lunch earlier, did not lose out as he had about 10 plates. The three of us even stuffed ourselves with a McDonald Sundae Cone each. Unbelieveable? Believe it. ;) But I can tell you, it's not fun at all as our stomach felt like bursting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCLDeiPJzI/AAAAAAAACHU/dhErU-EHiLQ/s1600-h/DSC_7906+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197306861838083890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCLDeiPJzI/AAAAAAAACHU/dhErU-EHiLQ/s400/DSC_7906+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tzu Yen and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another crazy activity that I did with my friends was drinking alcohol straight after our exams ended. That night, Danny and my friends came to our house. At first, only Danny and Nathan planned to drink but later on, all of us (Henry, Yoong, Jason and I) decided to join in. That was the first time I had so much alcohol though I was not drunk. Actually most of us were not drunk, just that, Nathan was the only one who kept on vomiting in the toilet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCLDOiPJyI/AAAAAAAACHM/Z22fbclvZp8/s1600-h/DSC_7904+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197306857543116578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCLDOiPJyI/AAAAAAAACHM/Z22fbclvZp8/s400/DSC_7904+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lawrence, Kwong and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My third year was quite a challenging one. I had to move out from the house and live with Henry and two other complete strangers. At first, I thought it's impossible for me. But later on, I found out that living with them, especially with Chris, was quite fun and interesting as I got to do a lot of new things with them. Nevertheless, unavoidable housemate problems did occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCSFSVhRLEI/AAAAAAAACJU/4EdhpsJ4CzU/s1600-h/IMG_7750+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198426419953216578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCSFSVhRLEI/AAAAAAAACJU/4EdhpsJ4CzU/s400/IMG_7750+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;The Black&lt;/s&gt; David and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the first times that I experienced during that year include writing &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2006/04/first-blog-first-post.html"&gt;my very first blog&lt;/a&gt;, travelling &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2006/04/margaret-river-here-i-come.html"&gt;down&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2006/04/second-day-of-margaret-river.html"&gt;Margaret&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2006/04/sayonara-margaret-river.html"&gt;River&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2006/05/burswood-international-resort-casino.html"&gt;visiting casino&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2006/04/baking-time.html"&gt;baking&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2006/05/white-choc-mud-cake.html"&gt;with&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2006/06/have-break-have-tea-cake_05.html"&gt;Baker&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2006/05/traditional-carrot-cake.html"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-love-strawberries.html"&gt;plucking strawberries&lt;/a&gt;, celebrating&lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-mid-autumn-festival.html"&gt; Mid-Autumn Festival&lt;/a&gt; overseas and eating &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2006/09/extra-ordinary-bread.html"&gt;extra-ordinary bread&lt;/a&gt;. Never a day I would stay in my house for the whole day. Most of the time, I would be occupied with some activities. It was indeed a year with the most activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCKoeiPJsI/AAAAAAAACGc/Q7oGS6G1mSY/s1600-h/DSC_7855+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197306397981615810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCKoeiPJsI/AAAAAAAACGc/Q7oGS6G1mSY/s400/DSC_7855+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ivan and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why it's always the first semester of each year that's most interesting. This happened in my third year, too, when Danny, Lawrence, Brian, Nathan, Jono and I were involved in a project together. The project,&lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2006/05/goodbye-rv-6a.html"&gt; construction of aircraft&lt;/a&gt;, was for one of the units in the uni. No doubt, we had a great time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCMNOiPJ_I/AAAAAAAACI0/L1paxugZaWU/s1600-h/IMG_7762+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197308128853436402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCMNOiPJ_I/AAAAAAAACI0/L1paxugZaWU/s400/IMG_7762+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ISS Committee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My third year in uni also see me involved in more activities organised by the International Students Service (ISS) of The University of Western Australia (UWA). Some of the trips that I followed were Pinnacles and sandboarding, &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2006/08/yanchep-national-park.html"&gt;Yanchep National Park&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2006/09/araluen-botanic-park_23.html"&gt;Araluen Botanic Park&lt;/a&gt;. Without ISS, I doubt if I could visit that many places in Perth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCSFSlhRLFI/AAAAAAAACJc/Sks2QfB1Mws/s1600-h/IMG_7757+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198426424248183890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCSFSlhRLFI/AAAAAAAACJc/Sks2QfB1Mws/s400/IMG_7757+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kok, Jono and Kwong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting to know more about ISS through the trips they organised, I signed myself into their once in a year &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2006/10/spring-feast.html"&gt;Spring Feast&lt;/a&gt; committee. Apart from that, I also ran for a position as a &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2006/10/iss-sports-secretary.html"&gt;Sports Secretary in the ISS Committee&lt;/a&gt; for the year 2007. A thing that I didn't expect I would do. The last but not least for ISS, I went to their &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2006/10/iss-annual-general-meeting-agm-2006.html"&gt;Annual General Meeting (AGM)&lt;/a&gt; where I grabbed my very first certificate in UWA. People told me I should not just study in uni. So, there I went, became more active in ISS. Nevertheless, I guess I was a little too late to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCSFS1hRLHI/AAAAAAAACJs/yDeI92bNkYs/s1600-h/DSC_7886+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198426428543151218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCSFS1hRLHI/AAAAAAAACJs/yDeI92bNkYs/s400/DSC_7886+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Handsomes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a long awaited fourth year had arrived. I would describe this year as the most dramatic and the most tiring year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite living in the &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2007/02/house-2007.html"&gt;best house&lt;/a&gt; (in terms of the building condition) as compared to the two previous house, this house gave me the most problems. The worst was housemate problems which I won't elaborate here. Another problem was the location of the house which is just next to a construction site. This was quite annoying considering I always went home very "early" and tried to sleep in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCSFSlhRLGI/AAAAAAAACJk/WWsR-lY0fZg/s1600-h/IMG_7741+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198426424248183906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCSFSlhRLGI/AAAAAAAACJk/WWsR-lY0fZg/s400/IMG_7741+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me and Professor Brett Kirk (my final year project supervisor).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that one year, I &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2007/10/bake-with-kok.html"&gt;baked less&lt;/a&gt; as compared to my third year but I did more in cooking. Remember I conned some of you that I was &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2007/04/dinner-at.html"&gt;eating at some restaurant&lt;/a&gt; when it was actually my cooking? Remember my &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2007/05/japanese-curry-koks-version.html"&gt;Japanese curry&lt;/a&gt;? Remember the first episode of &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2007/06/wok-with-kok.html"&gt;Wok With Kok&lt;/a&gt;? And also the &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2007/06/wok-with-kok-again.html"&gt;second&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2007/08/wok-with-kok-invited-chef.html"&gt;third&lt;/a&gt; (invited chef) and &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2007/07/wok-with-kok-is-back.html"&gt;fourth&lt;/a&gt; episode? I enjoyed cooking and baking, seriously. Especially when I was too stress studying, cooking and baking were the time when I could forget all the equations and formula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCL7-iPJ-I/AAAAAAAACIs/x9ND05HOCY8/s1600-h/IMG_7749+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197307832500692962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCL7-iPJ-I/AAAAAAAACIs/x9ND05HOCY8/s400/IMG_7749+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Left to right: Leon, Jonathan, Anthonius, Jeremy, Kok and Reynaldo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was elected as the Sports Secretary in ISS, I became more active in it. First activity was the &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2007/03/book-fest-and-sausage-sizzle.html"&gt;book fest and sausage sizzle&lt;/a&gt;. It was organised in a hot summer when I was sweating all over while BBQ-ing the sausages. Next up was the &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2007/03/swan-valley-trip-with-iss.html"&gt;Swan Valley trip&lt;/a&gt; where we got to sample some of the finest chocolate in the Margaret River Chocolate Company, try the mini version of golf and also visit to Whiteman Park for a short tram ride. It was one of the biggest event ever organised by the ISS. Follow up is the &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2007/04/race-with-michael-schumacher.html"&gt;go-karting event&lt;/a&gt; which was organised mainly by me. I learnt a lot from organising this event and it was a wonderful experience I'll never forget. &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2007/05/tumbulgum-farm.html"&gt;Tumbulgum Farm&lt;/a&gt; trip was another trip with the ISS. It was quite different from the other trip as this trip was joined by some Japanese. It was very rare for ISS trip indeed. Not to forget, the day when I had to wake up at 4a.m., dressed up in pajamas and headed towards the uni for &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2007/04/prosh-is-up.html"&gt;PROSH&lt;/a&gt;! Four years in uni and that was the first time I participated in PROSH. It was tiring, yet, it was fun! &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2007/06/nanga-bush-getaway-camp.html"&gt;Nanga Bush Getaway Camp&lt;/a&gt; is another activity I will not forget. That's the activity which I got bruises not only on myself, but also my digicam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for second semester, I didn't do much in organising activities for the ISS as my commitment and focus were shifted to my final year thesis. The one and only activity that I joined was the &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-about-cpr.html"&gt;first aid course&lt;/a&gt;. Although I didn't contribute much in ISS for the second semester, I was voted as the Best Organiser in ISS. It was something that I can be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCLCeiPJxI/AAAAAAAACHE/8477wl6MRQA/s1600-h/DSC_7888+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197306844658214674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCLCeiPJxI/AAAAAAAACHE/8477wl6MRQA/s400/DSC_7888+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The photographer, Jason, and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final year in uni didn't stop me from engaging in other activities. I traveled for the very first time to &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2007/07/adelaide-day-1.html"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2007/07/adelaide-day-2.html"&gt;de&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2007/07/adelaide-day-3.html"&gt;la&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2007/08/adelaide-day-4.html"&gt;i&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2007/08/adelaide-day-5-last-day.html"&gt;de&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2007/08/melbourne-day-1.html"&gt;Mel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2007/09/melbourne-day-2.html"&gt;bour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2007/09/melbourne-day-3.html"&gt;ne&lt;/a&gt;. I still didn't manage to travel to most of the attractive places in Melbourne. I regretted for not taking more time to travel to all the states in Australia. Besides that, I participated in my first ever marathon; &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2007/08/2007-hbf-perth-city-to-surf.html"&gt;2007 HBF Perth City to Surf&lt;/a&gt;. I couldn't believe how I was so determined then to finish the race although I was down with flu and fever. As a Malaysian studying in Perth, I was given the honour to help out in the &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-belated-birthday-malaysia.html"&gt;Merdeka Day Celebration Gala Dinner and Ball&lt;/a&gt;. I never knew there was such a celebration outside Malaysia. It was totally an eye opening for me. This year also sees me &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2007/04/fishing-mermaid.html"&gt;fishing&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2007/12/fish-or-crab.html"&gt;crabbing&lt;/a&gt; with my friends for a couple of times. I never know I could hook a fish up in Perth! Again, like the second year, we had a &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2007/11/exam-no-more.html"&gt;drinking night&lt;/a&gt;. Eating Bak Kut Teh while drinking beer instead of tea. How weird can it be? Anyway, those were the memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCMNOiPKAI/AAAAAAAACI8/w5dUGok3Irg/s1600-h/IMG_9110+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197308128853436418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCMNOiPKAI/AAAAAAAACI8/w5dUGok3Irg/s400/IMG_9110+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mechanical engineers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned earlier that fourth year in uni was quite a tiring year. What's so tiring? It's no other than the exams, projects and yes, final year thesis! Straight after I &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2007/10/thesis-completed.html"&gt;completed my thesis&lt;/a&gt;, I had to get ready for my exams. How stressed can I be. I still couldn't believe myself that I managed to pull it off at the end of the year. I can only say it was a miracle for me. I wish I won't have this kind of life anymore. So rush, so stress, so tiring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197306406571550450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCKo-iPJvI/AAAAAAAACG0/VQQOUyp7giA/s400/DSC_7871+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Smarties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I had gone this far, one person didn't manage to see this. This person is no other than my &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2007/11/gong-gong-i-miss-and-love-you-forever.html"&gt;beloved Gong Gong&lt;/a&gt;. He left me for a far far place just before I sat for my last paper. How I wish that he was still here to see all these because I know, without him, I couldn't manage to further my studies overseas. He is the one for who I am today. Thank you, Gong Gong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCLDeiPJ0I/AAAAAAAACHc/j9_jZN7w9Ng/s1600-h/DSC_7914+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197306861838083906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCCLDeiPJ0I/AAAAAAAACHc/j9_jZN7w9Ng/s400/DSC_7914+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Finally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that, everything is over. I no longer need to go for lectures everyday. I no longer need to rush for my projects day and night. I no longer need to sit for my exams at the end of each semester. I will be going through a new chapter of life very soon. I hope I can still enjoy myself just like how I did in my uni. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my uni mates, keep me in touch although I am no longer near you all. Take care and all the best.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;P/s:&lt;/span&gt; In my uni, all the degree holders don't have mortarboard hats. Mortarboard hats are only available for PhD holders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;P/s/s:&lt;/span&gt; Most of the photos taken at night are credited to Jason Ting, the photographer for that night. Thanks, Jason!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-9176959020719231303?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/9176959020719231303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=9176959020719231303' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/9176959020719231303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/9176959020719231303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-four-years-in-uni.html' title='My Four Years in Uni...'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SCL75RAP8rI/AAAAAAAACJM/0ABwHwqOTIA/s72-c/IMG_7721+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-6625791880180068519</id><published>2008-05-05T02:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T02:35:43.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Convocation (Preview)</title><content type='html'>A sneak preview of my convocation on the 16th of April 2008...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SB3-2OiPJqI/AAAAAAAACGM/X86esz9S4w8/s1600-h/DSC_7892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SB3-2OiPJqI/AAAAAAAACGM/X86esz9S4w8/s400/DSC_7892.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196589752623507106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/s:&lt;/span&gt; I am back in Miri and in the midst of troubleshooting my laptop. I will try my very best to update as soon as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-6625791880180068519?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/6625791880180068519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=6625791880180068519' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/6625791880180068519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/6625791880180068519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/05/convocation-preview.html' title='Convocation (Preview)'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/SB3-2OiPJqI/AAAAAAAACGM/X86esz9S4w8/s72-c/DSC_7892.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-1078858904202586881</id><published>2008-04-26T13:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T15:21:29.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still In Perth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Oi&lt;/em&gt;, some people have time to drop line in chatterbox, but didn't update his own blog &lt;em&gt;leh&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what &lt;a href="http://www.muminmiri.blogspot.com/"&gt;MumInMiri&lt;/a&gt; said in Carrot's chatterbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay. I know I should update and flooded this blog with millions of graduation photos. but I am actually still in Perth, sorting out all the stuff (i.e. packing and sending my stuff back, getting my academic transcript done and etc.) and preparing to go back Miri for good. Moreover, I can hardly online and can only do so when I go to the uni's library to &lt;s&gt;study&lt;/s&gt; online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I am finally done with my convo. I am quite happy with that as my parents and my sis were with me on that very special day, apart from my friends, of course. Not only that, my family and I manage to travel to a few places in Perth and ate lots of food! Yes, I am fatter now I guess. Thanks to the yummylicious food in Perth. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for photos, I'll definitely upload them in this blog for everyone's pleasure. Not at the moment though cause my laptop is giving me headache now. I try to use him to at least sort out the photos I've taken but he kept on restarting without giving me warning. I think he's just getting too old. And that's not the only thing which fails! My camera, too, went kaput just before my convo! How sad is that as he served me so well during these past few years. Luckily, my sis had her camera to take some of my convo's photos. With two of my gadgets not working good, I think my pocket too is not feeling well as I have to fork out some money to repair or to get new ones. Any kind souls willing to donate to &lt;em&gt;Kok's Gadget Fund&lt;/em&gt;? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I'll be going back to Miri on either next Tuesday or Thursday, depends on how quick I can settle my things here. I can seriously tell you that I'll miss Perth, a place which I called my second home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P/s&lt;/strong&gt;: I'll reply to the comment in my previous post soon!:)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P/s/s&lt;/strong&gt;: This might be the last post written in Perth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-1078858904202586881?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/1078858904202586881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=1078858904202586881' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/1078858904202586881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/1078858904202586881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/04/still-in-perth.html' title='Still In Perth'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-709650625166626983</id><published>2008-04-13T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T03:17:23.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me? Update?</title><content type='html'>I am supposed to be in my bed now but I decided to write an update about myself. This is due to the fact that, I might not be able to blog for the next one week or two. Why? You'll know if you read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early tomorrow morning, I'll be heading to Brunei for Perth to attend my convocation on the 16th of April 2008. Yes, something to be happy on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eh&lt;/span&gt;? Finally I get to graduate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eh&lt;/span&gt;? Actually, it's mixed emotion for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy because I finally get myself a degree in Bachelor of Engineering (Mechanical) after struggling for fours years in uni. Not only that, this time, my parents will be going to Perth with me for the very first time. For your information, they didn't go to Perth with me when I first went into uni. I have to thanks my friend, Danny, for taking over my parents' role. My parents will attend my convo and I'll be able to bring them around Perth (only if I know how to go from one place to one place cause I didn't drive in Perth!). It has been a long time since my family went for a holiday together. So, I'm looking forward for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually felt more worried than happy for the past few months, from the day I know I have passed all my units and am going to graduate. I am a bit lost, not knowing what to do. I don't know whether I should stay at Perth for work. There are several pros and cons living in Perth which I won't be listing here. This post will get too long if I do so. Besides Perth, other alternatives are working in Miri, Kuala Lumpur  or Singapore. Like Perth, there are also pros and cons working in these places. Maybe it's all about my career, I take this a little bit too serious till it affected my emotion. I was not too happy in these few months seriously, from all the pressure I was facing. &lt;a href="http://www.sashablablabla.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sasha&lt;/a&gt; faced pre-natal depression, &lt;a href="http://mott.blogsome.com/"&gt;Mott&lt;/a&gt; faced post-natal depression and as for me, I faced post-graduate depression! Is there such thing? Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks to &lt;a href="http://overseasmomwife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Firehorse&lt;/a&gt; and few other friends who gave me valuable advices and support on this, I think I've more or less made up my decision; to stay at Miri. Like what Firehorse has told me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't afraid to make mistake. Nobody knows if your decision is right or wrong, only after you've gone through it yourself"&lt;/span&gt;. This is what I should really learn. I think I'm just too afraid that the decision I made is wrong. Coward? Yea, I admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this time when I go back to Perth, I'll have a lot of things to settle apart from attending my convo. I'll definitely miss Perth, which is considered as my second home. I'll miss all my friends, uni, food, places of interest etc... I understand that, I'll lose something if I wanna gain something. I guess, I've lost something in this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I better stop here. This post is getting too long. Aunty Judy is going to say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cheong Hei Gong&lt;/span&gt; (long winded grandpa)! Till then, I'll update when I can. Take care, all!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/s:&lt;/span&gt; My convocation is on the 16th of April 2008 in front of The University of Western Australia's clock tower at about 8 or 9p.m.. All of you who are reading this are welcomed to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;party&lt;/span&gt;! Come and take a photo or two with me! It's going to be a great memory for me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-709650625166626983?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/709650625166626983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=709650625166626983' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/709650625166626983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/709650625166626983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/04/me-update.html' title='Me? Update?'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-2750549733235959328</id><published>2008-04-07T00:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T23:20:39.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Cooked Fried Kueh Tiaw</title><content type='html'>There's a food stall nearby my dad's office at Krokop Road. Located inside a workshop area, it is maintained by two sisters and one brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R_j2E5COUvI/AAAAAAAACFs/XgoJZscafA8/s1600-h/DSC03620+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186165534807184114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R_j2E5COUvI/AAAAAAAACFs/XgoJZscafA8/s400/DSC03620+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The two ladies are two out of three of the stall proprietors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It is just a very small and simple stall which sells noodles, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bee hoon&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kueh tiaw&lt;/span&gt; to the workers nearby. Although it is opened from morning till evening, I think they only cook in the evening. Other times, they only provide &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ta pao&lt;/span&gt; (take away).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R_j2FJCOUwI/AAAAAAAACF0/yrY6L1HQMak/s1600-h/DSC03622+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186165539102151426" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R_j2FJCOUwI/AAAAAAAACF0/yrY6L1HQMak/s400/DSC03622+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Only few tables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They have their noodles,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bee hoon&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kueh tiaw&lt;/span&gt; cooked in either dry or soup or even fried. I personally prefer their fried &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kueh tiaw&lt;/span&gt; wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R_j2FZCOUxI/AAAAAAAACF8/KUBB73fj2AY/s1600-h/DSC03626+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186165543397118738" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R_j2FZCOUxI/AAAAAAAACF8/KUBB73fj2AY/s400/DSC03626+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fried &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kueh tiaw&lt;/span&gt; wet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This stall's fried&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kueh tiaw&lt;/span&gt; is more towards the home cooked type. The&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kueh tiaw&lt;/span&gt; is first fried with vege. After that, the sauce, which is cooked separately, is poured on top of the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kueh tiaw&lt;/span&gt;. Finally, slices of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; char siew&lt;/span&gt; and fish cakes topped the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kueh tiaw&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R_j2FZCOUyI/AAAAAAAACGE/nuOqOaR9KlA/s1600-h/DSC03627+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186165543397118754" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R_j2FZCOUyI/AAAAAAAACGE/nuOqOaR9KlA/s400/DSC03627+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A closer look...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Does it taste good? I like the strong&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; wok hei &lt;/span&gt;as well as the thick sauce. Apart from that, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;char siew&lt;/span&gt; and the fish cakes came in a generous amount which is a good thing. Other than that, it's just a plate of normal fried &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kueh tiaw&lt;/span&gt; wet which costs RM3.20. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P/s:&lt;/strong&gt; I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ta pao-ed&lt;/span&gt; the fried kueh tiaw back home and thus, a better looking plate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-2750549733235959328?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/2750549733235959328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=2750549733235959328' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/2750549733235959328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/2750549733235959328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/04/home-cooked-fried-kueh-tiaw.html' title='Home Cooked Fried Kueh Tiaw'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R_j2E5COUvI/AAAAAAAACFs/XgoJZscafA8/s72-c/DSC03620+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-8081798584391298533</id><published>2008-04-04T01:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T02:55:15.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's This Bloody ......?</title><content type='html'>This afternoon, my Baba brought back two of these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R_PPw5COUrI/AAAAAAAACFM/fOOEK9IxKpM/s1600-h/DSC03613+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R_PPw5COUrI/AAAAAAAACFM/fOOEK9IxKpM/s400/DSC03613+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184716034884391602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Packed nicely with newspaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What's this you might be asking. Pork wrapped in newspaper? A packet of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Char Kueh Tiaw&lt;/span&gt;? Give it a guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R_PQApCOUsI/AAAAAAAACFU/dV9HJLTyS80/s1600-h/DSC03614+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R_PQApCOUsI/AAAAAAAACFU/dV9HJLTyS80/s400/DSC03614+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184716305467331266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Blood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Something covered in blood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R_PQBJCOUtI/AAAAAAAACFc/uzrqCC3rhKk/s1600-h/DSC03617+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R_PQBJCOUtI/AAAAAAAACFc/uzrqCC3rhKk/s400/DSC03617+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184716314057265874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chee Cheong Fun&lt;/span&gt; or&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Scissors Kuih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No! It's actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scissors Kuih&lt;/span&gt; or better known as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chee Cheong Fun&lt;/span&gt;. I know, it looks gross. To me, it's like cotton soaked with blood. Haha! However, this is good stuff I tell you. Lightly topped with sesame seeds and covered with red, sweet sauce, this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chee Cheong Fun&lt;/span&gt; tasted awesome! It's a little bit chewy and goes really well with this sweet sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R_PQBZCOUuI/AAAAAAAACFk/WeXc44mt850/s1600-h/DSC03618+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R_PQBZCOUuI/AAAAAAAACFk/WeXc44mt850/s400/DSC03618+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184716318352233186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How about a bite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chee Cheong Fun&lt;/span&gt; can hardly be found in Miri. Most of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chee Cheong Fun&lt;/span&gt; here is showered with light soya sauce and not with red sauce. My Baba bought this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chee Cheong Fun&lt;/span&gt; from the Open Market (one of the stalls which sells &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuih&lt;/span&gt;). One packet of this is only RM1. How cheap can it be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to try this &lt;s&gt;bloody&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;gross&lt;/s&gt; sweet sauce &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chee Cheong Fun&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/s:&lt;/span&gt; This post is dedicated to &lt;a href="http://ugwug.blogspot.com/"&gt;WMW&lt;/a&gt;, a truly Chee Cheong Fun's fan. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-8081798584391298533?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/8081798584391298533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=8081798584391298533' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/8081798584391298533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/8081798584391298533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/04/whats-this-bloody.html' title='What&apos;s This Bloody ......?'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R_PPw5COUrI/AAAAAAAACFM/fOOEK9IxKpM/s72-c/DSC03613+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-3654712005745161794</id><published>2008-03-31T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T01:27:30.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say The Wrong Thing?</title><content type='html'>Last few days, as my mama and I were about to leave home, a neighbour of ours handed a bunch of longan to us. The longan was planted by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R--yh5COUoI/AAAAAAAACE0/Y3ouz2Oo_3c/s1600-h/IMG_1606+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R--yh5COUoI/AAAAAAAACE0/Y3ouz2Oo_3c/s400/IMG_1606+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183557991442305666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fresh from the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My mama thanked him for that. However, being the always friendly lady, my mama was trying to chat a bit with the neighbour. As there's a bat died somewhere near our house's fence and there were longan skin surrounding the dead bat, my mama told the neighbour that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"There's a dead bat near our house's fence and there were longan skin surrounding the dead bat. I think the bat died after eating YOUR longan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R--yiZCOUpI/AAAAAAAACE8/k2k5AIatMlM/s1600-h/IMG_1627+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R--yiZCOUpI/AAAAAAAACE8/k2k5AIatMlM/s400/IMG_1627+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183558000032240274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ready to be eaten...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I saw the neighbour's face changed instantly. He must be thinking, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wah! I give you longan, you still say my longan are poisonous which can cause death".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my mama didn't mean that. She was just trying to tell the neighbour that she was wondering where the dead bat ate all the longan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum still didn't realise her mistake until I told her so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R--yipCOUqI/AAAAAAAACFE/LX3Kq61AMuo/s1600-h/IMG_1630+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R--yipCOUqI/AAAAAAAACFE/LX3Kq61AMuo/s400/IMG_1630+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183558004327207586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So juicy, so sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What I am trying to say is, sometimes, we speak without thinking twice. We might offend or be offended in our daily conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The questions are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;1) When you accidentally offend someone in a conversation and are being told that you're saying the wrong thing, will you apologise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2) When you are offended by someone in a coversation, will you forgive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my mama did realise her mistake after I told her that. As for the neighbour, I think he did forgive my mama as he continued a short chat with my mama after that and not just ignored and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/s:&lt;/span&gt; The longan were sweet and juicy! Yummmm! Thanks so much, uncle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/s/s:&lt;/span&gt; If I offended anyone in any sense, I would like to take this opportunity to apologise to everyone. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-3654712005745161794?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/3654712005745161794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=3654712005745161794' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/3654712005745161794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/3654712005745161794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/03/say-wrong-thing.html' title='Say The Wrong Thing?'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R--yh5COUoI/AAAAAAAACE0/Y3ouz2Oo_3c/s72-c/IMG_1606+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-1161102707843472565</id><published>2008-03-23T10:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:36:20.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sounds Delicious?</title><content type='html'>As usual, both Chris and I would visit the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Subiaco Market&lt;/span&gt; to stock up our groceries on almost every Saturday when I was in Perth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Kok: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eh&lt;/span&gt;, what else wanna buy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Chris: Don't know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;. Later I'll take a carton of eggs and a bag of garlic and onion each.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Kok: Oh... I go around again to see if we missed out something, ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Chris: Ok. I'll queue up to pay for the stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went around the market. Suddenly, I realised I haven't bought any cucumbers for making sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R-KFpZCOUnI/AAAAAAAACEs/I2jlwC6zX98/s1600-h/Cucumber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R-KFpZCOUnI/AAAAAAAACEs/I2jlwC6zX98/s320/Cucumber.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179849467570836082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo taken from &lt;a href="http://whatscookingamerica.net/Vegetables/Cucumber.jpg"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Kok: Chris, did you buy any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;choo choom ber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;s?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Chris: What? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Choo choom bers&lt;/span&gt;? I thought we still have it in our fridge?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Kok: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Huh?&lt;/span&gt; Really? But today &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;choo choom bers&lt;/span&gt; are quite cheap &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly, an old lady who was queuing behind us, interrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Lady: *Giggle* What's that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;choo choom bers&lt;/span&gt;? Sounds delicious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Kok &amp;amp; Chris: Oh! It's cucumbers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Lady: *Laugh* I didn't know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;choo choom bers&lt;/span&gt; can sound that delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three of us laughed out loud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, does &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;choo choom ber&lt;/span&gt; sound delicious to you? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/s&lt;/span&gt;: My uncle used to tell her daughter that cucumber was pronounced as "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;choo choom ber&lt;/span&gt;". Thus, I always make fun of the word, cucumber.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-1161102707843472565?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/1161102707843472565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=1161102707843472565' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/1161102707843472565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/1161102707843472565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/03/sounds-delicious.html' title='Sounds Delicious?'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R-KFpZCOUnI/AAAAAAAACEs/I2jlwC6zX98/s72-c/Cucumber.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-5896495340224576497</id><published>2008-03-14T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T20:42:24.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kedai Makan Rasa Segar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ma, let's go to eat Nasi Lemak tomorrow!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept on telling my mama about this for the past few days before both of us decided to go for a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nasi lemak&lt;/span&gt;'s lunch on yesterday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R9gPmzGDrfI/AAAAAAAACDw/uEgsiq2g_2g/s1600-h/DSC03493+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R9gPmzGDrfI/AAAAAAAACDw/uEgsiq2g_2g/s400/DSC03493+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176904930887446002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kedai Makan Rasa Segar's nasi lemak special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Previously, I have tried the nasi lemak from &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2007/02/bakery-cafe.html"&gt;Bakery Cafe&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2006/07/yummy-food.html"&gt;Nagaliar&lt;/a&gt;. This time round, I suggested to try the nasi lemak from Kedai Makan Rasa Segar. This stall is situated opposite a Kentucky Fried Chicken (KFC) in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching there, a friendly worker quickly showed us an empty table. Normally in Miri, you'll have to find a seat yourself. So,  two thumbs up for their customer service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R9lq5DGDrjI/AAAAAAAACEQ/grCjItn25iY/s1600-h/DSC03494+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R9lq5DGDrjI/AAAAAAAACEQ/grCjItn25iY/s400/DSC03494+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177286774954896946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nasi Lemak Ayam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I ordered myself a serve of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nasi Lemak Ayam&lt;/span&gt;. It came with a huge piece of fried chicken, few pieces of cucumber, a half hard boiled egg and generous amount of peanuts and sambal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the most important in nasi lemak, the rice was well cooked with a fragrant smell. Texture wise, both my mum and I agreed that it was way better than the rice in Nagaliar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the sambal, although it came in a rather big portion, I would like it to be a bit more spicy. Also, more&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ikan bilis&lt;/span&gt; (anchovies) should be added since the side dish did not include any of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget, the fried chicken was crispy but a tad dry. Maybe it was the breast meat that was given. I should have asked for the drumstick instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R9gPpTGDrhI/AAAAAAAACEA/5N7fI3XvRhY/s1600-h/DSC03495+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R9gPpTGDrhI/AAAAAAAACEA/5N7fI3XvRhY/s400/DSC03495+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176904973837118994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Nasi Lemak Rendang Daging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On the other hand, my mama opted for this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nasi Lemak Rendang Daging&lt;/span&gt;. The rendang was served in a generous amount. No doubt, it tasted good despite a bit cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I would rate Kedai Makan Rasa Segar's nasi lemak as one of the best nasi lemak in town. Nevertheless, it still has room for improvement. If they can improve all the above mentioned, I am pretty sure it can beat all its competitors and emerge as the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before I end this review, take a look at the signboard which I find it rather... special? It is not "No Smoking" or "Cash Term Only" sign...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R9gPpzGDriI/AAAAAAAACEI/sS6reiCkutE/s1600-h/DSC03497+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R9gPpzGDriI/AAAAAAAACEI/sS6reiCkutE/s400/DSC03497+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176904982427053602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Read this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The signboard read, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kepada sesiapa yang berkenaan, anda dilarang dan tidak dibenarkan sama sekali membuat tawaran kepada pekerja kami&lt;/span&gt;." Translation of this means, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To whom it may concern, you are not allowed to make any offer to our workers&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Faint* &lt;/span&gt;Now you know how good are their workers? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For your information&lt;/span&gt;: The prices range from RM3-5. Depends what you want for side dish i.e. rendang, fried chicken, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sotong&lt;/span&gt; (cuttlefish) and etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-5896495340224576497?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/5896495340224576497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=5896495340224576497' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/5896495340224576497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/5896495340224576497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/03/kedai-makan-rasa-segar.html' title='Kedai Makan Rasa Segar'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R9gPmzGDrfI/AAAAAAAACDw/uEgsiq2g_2g/s72-c/DSC03493+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-2053114822474639055</id><published>2008-03-06T02:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T14:53:09.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Into Toilet Bowl?</title><content type='html'>Ok, ok. I know I haven't been updating lately. I did not neither fall and stuck inside the toilet bowl, nor lost in space. I just don't know what to blog about. Life has been aimless for me after I've finished with my uni life. Yes, I know I should look for a job now but... hmm... I just don't know how to tell you all. It'll take quite some time to explain which I have chosen not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was trying to "escape" from this complicated world, I browsed through some of the cd-s which I've burnt ages ago. Never did I realise that photos I took in secondary school are still there. I thought I have lost them when my computer crashed that time. Although there are only couples of photos, it's enough to bring me a smile. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R87oiaaxTsI/AAAAAAAACDQ/lzx0PL_0iPs/s1600-h/115-1553_IMG+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174328699800080066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R87oiaaxTsI/AAAAAAAACDQ/lzx0PL_0iPs/s400/115-1553_IMG+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;During "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Majlis Anugerah Cemerlang 2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Majlis Anugerah Cemerlang&lt;/span&gt; is a &lt;s&gt;cry and bid goodbye&lt;/s&gt; prize and award giving ceremony. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R87oiKaxTrI/AAAAAAAACDI/AUrRwwf3JWI/s1600-h/115-1550_IMG+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174328695505112754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R87oiKaxTrI/AAAAAAAACDI/AUrRwwf3JWI/s400/115-1550_IMG+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The school's &lt;s&gt;gangster&lt;/s&gt; head prefects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Those four were the school prefects' boss. Ask them whether I had been a good prefect. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R87oiqaxTtI/AAAAAAAACDY/_2Ku6Ct3IFk/s1600-h/115-1554_IMG+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174328704095047378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R87oiqaxTtI/AAAAAAAACDY/_2Ku6Ct3IFk/s400/115-1554_IMG+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Couple of the year 2002.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Sometimes you think we prefects are all very "&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;guai&lt;/span&gt;" (obedient). All bluff only &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R87n8qaxTnI/AAAAAAAACCo/pIdYiMoYnxA/s1600-h/115-1532_IMG+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174328051260018290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R87n8qaxTnI/AAAAAAAACCo/pIdYiMoYnxA/s400/115-1532_IMG+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Looks so "cool" with blazer and tie on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Sometimes I wonder why our school prefects have to put on blazers and ties. You might think we look cool but we're actually very HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R87ohqaxTpI/AAAAAAAACC4/wuJ54_6UXvs/s1600-h/115-1543_IMG+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174328686915178130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R87ohqaxTpI/AAAAAAAACC4/wuJ54_6UXvs/s400/115-1543_IMG+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Who's that girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;There are not much photos of us (boys) with the girls. Perhaps we were too scary then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R87n9KaxToI/AAAAAAAACCw/oK9p8f9yBnk/s1600-h/115-1536_IMG+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174328059849952898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R87n9KaxToI/AAAAAAAACCw/oK9p8f9yBnk/s400/115-1536_IMG+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Teachers and their helpers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Look at the stage and the backdrop. All were decorated by the prefects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R87oh6axTqI/AAAAAAAACDA/jXesbsuXq4A/s1600-h/115-1549_IMG+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174328691210145442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R87oh6axTqI/AAAAAAAACDA/jXesbsuXq4A/s400/115-1549_IMG+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Part of the prefectorial board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Being a prefect is not easy. I think the prefects are like the unpaid workers for the school. The only benefit is we get to bully the other students. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R87n8qaxTmI/AAAAAAAACCg/dSsrMhV3DsU/s1600-h/114-1454_IMG+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174328051260018274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R87n8qaxTmI/AAAAAAAACCg/dSsrMhV3DsU/s400/114-1454_IMG+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The blackboard showing equation to calculate volume of a trapezium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;This photo was taken in our classroom before we attended the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Majlis Anugerah Cemerlang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R87n76axTlI/AAAAAAAACCY/ne-w45kfVWI/s1600-h/109-0954_IMG+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174328038375116370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R87n76axTlI/AAAAAAAACCY/ne-w45kfVWI/s400/109-0954_IMG+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Senior's Appreciation Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;On another occasion, we had &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Senior's Appreciation Day&lt;/span&gt;. This day was organised by the junior prefects for the senior prefects in order to appreciate what the seniors had taught them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R87n7aaxTkI/AAAAAAAACCQ/51Hon6nqb1U/s1600-h/109-0949_IMG+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174328029785181762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R87n7aaxTkI/AAAAAAAACCQ/51Hon6nqb1U/s400/109-0949_IMG+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Let's dance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;There were all sorts of activities for that night and of course, a dinner as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R87qdaaxTuI/AAAAAAAACDg/sbFPBpb9K8M/s1600-h/109-0943_IMG+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174330812923989730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R87qdaaxTuI/AAAAAAAACDg/sbFPBpb9K8M/s400/109-0943_IMG+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Retiree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Most, if not all of the senior prefects were glad that they no longer need to work for the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R87qdqaxTvI/AAAAAAAACDo/2f2AORGH9Ic/s1600-h/109-0944_IMG+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174330817218957042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R87qdqaxTvI/AAAAAAAACDo/2f2AORGH9Ic/s400/109-0944_IMG+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What's on his head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Some of the prefects were still being fooled on that day. Just look at Jing Jet's (photo) head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's about it. All those photos remind me of how stress-free the life I had 6 years ago. The only thing that I have to keep in mind is to do well in exams. Other than that was play, eat and sleep. How fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, I am keeping my fingers crossed that my new chapter of life would be as fun too. Wish me luck, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-2053114822474639055?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/2053114822474639055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=2053114822474639055' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/2053114822474639055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/2053114822474639055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/03/fall-into-toilet-bowl.html' title='Fall Into Toilet Bowl?'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R87oiaaxTsI/AAAAAAAACDQ/lzx0PL_0iPs/s72-c/115-1553_IMG+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-1890914971198007153</id><published>2008-02-21T00:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T02:05:37.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chap Goh Mei!</title><content type='html'>Just a blink of eyes, it is the fifteenth day of Chinese New Year already! It is the final day of the Chinese New Year. Before it ends, I still want to give everyone a goodies treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R7xUYUosStI/AAAAAAAACCI/hdlpFxcDi50/s1600-h/IMG_6969+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R7xUYUosStI/AAAAAAAACCI/hdlpFxcDi50/s400/IMG_6969+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169099249147464402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nien Gao&lt;/span&gt; (Sticky Cake) and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kam &lt;/span&gt;(mandarin oranges).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nien Gao&lt;/span&gt; is specially for an old friend of mine, &lt;a href="http://sweettoothcreations.blogspot.com/"&gt;carrots&lt;/a&gt;. Ask her to share with you all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, ok? :P The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kam&lt;/span&gt; ah? Feel free to take one each. Hmm... Don't know enough or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R7xUMUosSnI/AAAAAAAACBY/4d3RzbsSMKQ/s1600-h/DSC03334+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R7xUMUosSnI/AAAAAAAACBY/4d3RzbsSMKQ/s400/DSC03334+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169099042989034098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Shrimp rolls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aiyo,&lt;/span&gt; these shrimp rolls are one of my favourite goodies. Now, I want to share these with you all! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R7xUNUosSrI/AAAAAAAACB4/rlwJKOvHh3I/s1600-h/IMG_1023+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R7xUNUosSrI/AAAAAAAACB4/rlwJKOvHh3I/s400/IMG_1023+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169099060168903346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Reserved &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kam&lt;/span&gt; for Firehorse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eh eh&lt;/span&gt;, I almost forget. I have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kam&lt;/span&gt;, reserved just for &lt;a href="http://overseasmomwife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Firehorse&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R7xUNEosSpI/AAAAAAAACBo/NPNgS3flkxA/s1600-h/DSC03336+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R7xUNEosSpI/AAAAAAAACBo/NPNgS3flkxA/s400/DSC03336+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169099055873936018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cuttlefish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This cuttlefish is really tempting. Once you eat, you'll never stop. But I have enough stock for everyone. Feel free to grab it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hoh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R7xUM0osSoI/AAAAAAAACBg/B7Yz_Senecw/s1600-h/DSC03335+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R7xUM0osSoI/AAAAAAAACBg/B7Yz_Senecw/s400/DSC03335+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169099051578968706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bak Gua (Dried Barbecued Pork).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another order from carrots; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bak Gua&lt;/span&gt;. Come, come, everyone! Eat, eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R7xUNEosSqI/AAAAAAAACBw/bN5iZdnqTbY/s1600-h/DSC03337+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R7xUNEosSqI/AAAAAAAACBw/bN5iZdnqTbY/s400/DSC03337+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169099055873936034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Vege crackers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How can Chinese New Year be celebrated without this&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; keropok&lt;/span&gt; right? This year, I sampled this very nice vege crackers (I think it's made of tapioca but I'm not quite sure). So, I let you all try. Opppss! No &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Acar&lt;/span&gt; (prickled vege) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. Hope you all don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R7xUYEosSsI/AAAAAAAACCA/7jy8NjFgUj4/s1600-h/IMG_6755+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R7xUYEosSsI/AAAAAAAACCA/7jy8NjFgUj4/s400/IMG_6755+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169099244852497090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Lou sang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now, I would like to invite everyone to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lou sang&lt;/span&gt; with me. If not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;, we all have to wait till next year&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; liao&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chap Goh Mei everyone! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-1890914971198007153?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/1890914971198007153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=1890914971198007153' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/1890914971198007153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/1890914971198007153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/02/chap-goh-mei.html' title='Chap Goh Mei!'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R7xUYUosStI/AAAAAAAACCI/hdlpFxcDi50/s72-c/IMG_6969+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-4909950498020541887</id><published>2008-02-13T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T01:50:25.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You There?</title><content type='html'>Anyone remember the &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2007/02/gong-xi-bazaar.html"&gt;Gong Xi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2007/02/gong-xi-bazaar-2.html"&gt;Bazaar&lt;/a&gt; which I had blogged about? I think, that is the place you can meet a lot of people. Just look at the photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R7HNVEosSgI/AAAAAAAACAg/J8ca4HcULtM/s1600-h/IMG_0947+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R7HNVEosSgI/AAAAAAAACAg/J8ca4HcULtM/s400/IMG_0947+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166136009476033026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://richjenn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dancing Queen&lt;/a&gt;, did I accidentally snap a photo of your hubby again? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R7HNVkosSiI/AAAAAAAACAw/WrUANGcHOOc/s1600-h/IMG_0961+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R7HNVkosSiI/AAAAAAAACAw/WrUANGcHOOc/s400/IMG_0961+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166136018065967650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That's what Mirians like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's the festive feel; having everyone squeezing here and there in a market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R7HNV0osSjI/AAAAAAAACA4/aRvX8BZ1-sA/s1600-h/IMG_0964+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R7HNV0osSjI/AAAAAAAACA4/aRvX8BZ1-sA/s400/IMG_0964+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166136022360934962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;240 stalls in this annual bazaar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With so many people in this bazaar, for sure, you can meet some of your friends. Even those whom you have not seen for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R7HNVEosShI/AAAAAAAACAo/fh5DHuM8UCc/s1600-h/IMG_0955+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R7HNVEosShI/AAAAAAAACAo/fh5DHuM8UCc/s400/IMG_0955+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166136009476033042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;God of Fortune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not only you can meet people in this bazaar, but you can also take this opportunity to snap as many photos as possible. Of course, not to forget, to buy groceries and some snack for Chinese New Year. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R7HNWEosSkI/AAAAAAAACBA/3KZuwrB27gs/s1600-h/IMG_0980+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R7HNWEosSkI/AAAAAAAACBA/3KZuwrB27gs/s400/IMG_0980+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166136026655902274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dragon Dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R7HNp0osSmI/AAAAAAAACBQ/M29ZA3K6tz0/s1600-h/IMG_1001+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R7HNp0osSmI/AAAAAAAACBQ/M29ZA3K6tz0/s400/IMG_1001+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166136365958318690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Look at this big crowd!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R7HNnEosSlI/AAAAAAAACBI/qDPA0KnZBVs/s1600-h/IMG_0992+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R7HNnEosSlI/AAAAAAAACBI/qDPA0KnZBVs/s400/IMG_0992+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166136318713678418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lion Dance and also Dragon Dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The great thing about this bazaar is, you get to watch all those lion and dragon dance for free! For your interest, if you want to watch this kind of performance, you normally need to give "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;angpao&lt;/span&gt;" (red packet) to the lion dance troop. RM 5 or RM 10? Nahh! You must give them at least RM500 for this kind of performance. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those overseas, you come to the right place. I have two short video clips of lion and dragon dance for your pleasure. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U0rr8ChaYiY"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U0rr8ChaYiY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JDK9lcp8SAI"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JDK9lcp8SAI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, tell me Kok's blog is interesting! Or else, no more videos next time! Hahaha! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26179389-4909950498020541887?l=kokadoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/4909950498020541887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26179389&amp;postID=4909950498020541887' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/4909950498020541887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26179389/posts/default/4909950498020541887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2008/02/are-you-there.html' title='Are You There?'/><author><name>Kok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09080952716925786130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/2716/320/IMG_6615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R7HNVEosSgI/AAAAAAAACAg/J8ca4HcULtM/s72-c/IMG_0947+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26179389.post-1303195296722065701</id><published>2008-02-04T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T02:01:54.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mari Makan (Come Eat)!</title><content type='html'>So, Chinese New Year is around the corner&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hor&lt;/span&gt;? For me this year, I couldn't celebrate it because of &lt;a href="http://kokadoodle.blogspot.com/2007/11/gong-gong-i-miss-and-love-you-forever.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. But then, being the generous me, I still want to organise an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Open Blog&lt;/span&gt; for all my friends here&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R6YBWpOoVfI/AAAAAAAAB-o/U8FHDEcvji8/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R6YBWpOoVfI/AAAAAAAAB-o/U8FHDEcvji8/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162815511362819570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pumpkins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First, let me give all of you this small inedible pumpkins. Actually, I am not sure about the significance of these pumpkins. Can anyone tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R6X2h5OoVZI/AAAAAAAAB94/znXx5V01BiE/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R6X2h5OoVZI/AAAAAAAAB94/znXx5V01BiE/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162803610008442258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pistachio nuts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mari makan&lt;/span&gt; some of the snacks I prepared. Help yourself &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;. Make this your home. Don't&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; paiseh paiseh&lt;/span&gt; (shy shy) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R6X2kJOoVaI/AAAAAAAAB-A/8aPIDyPic_0/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R6X2kJOoVaI/AAAAAAAAB-A/8aPIDyPic_0/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162803648663147938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jelly candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Children, come come! Kor kor give you jelly candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R6YBVpOoVdI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/Ae4IxkiufhA/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R6YBVpOoVdI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/Ae4IxkiufhA/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162815494182950354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cashew nuts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These cashew nuts, not cooked yet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. Sorry sorry. My mama too busy to make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R6X2o5OoVbI/AAAAAAAAB-I/J_tt5EEEJdE/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R6X2o5OoVbI/AAAAAAAAB-I/J_tt5EEEJdE/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162803730267526578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Red cuttlefish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyone like this? Although it's nice, don't overeat this. If not, you'll end up spending hours on the throne like &lt;a href="http://www.grandmotherstories.wordpress.com/"&gt;Aunty Judy&lt;/a&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R6X2fZOoVYI/AAAAAAAAB9w/dAl6Emgi1L4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R6X2fZOoVYI/AAAAAAAAB9w/dAl6Emgi1L4/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162803567058769282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;White Kuachi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aiyo, got this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuachi&lt;/span&gt;, everyone can chit chat non-stop while eating this. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R6YBWZOoVeI/AAAAAAAAB-g/tjcQLs1vizg/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R6YBWZOoVeI/AAAAAAAAB-g/tjcQLs1vizg/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162815507067852258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Heart-shaped chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not only children love this heart-shaped chocolates, couples sure love this. Couples out there! Don't forget 14th of February &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah&lt;/span&gt;! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R6X2pZOoVcI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/ej1y_I_zrWs/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R6X2pZOoVcI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/ej1y_I_zrWs/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162803738857461186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dried persimmons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dried persimmons, you all have to spare some. Don't eat everything cause my gong gong love this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDIrySnZjI/R6YBXZOoVgI/AAAAAAAAB-w/qqOHfIs3SQE/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2
