<?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-1526052662037850445</id><updated>2012-02-18T21:05:08.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bla... Bla... Bla...</title><subtitle type='html'>...A nonsense rambling about nothing...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-1247766459961486458</id><published>2010-11-06T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T22:56:56.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've neglected this blog for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passion for blogging has dissipated somehow. But I thought I'll visit my page tonight. Reminiscing the good ol' times when blogging used to be fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things has happened since my last update. I'm slightly better now except that I've turned into a much more confused lady. But still, I'm better now. That's good right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess these days I've a balanced good and bad days. A little bit overwhelmed most of the days.  But I think things are heading towards a good direction. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, we'll see how it goes ya. Till then, don't let the bed bugs bite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-1247766459961486458?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/1247766459961486458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=1247766459961486458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/1247766459961486458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/1247766459961486458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2010/11/ive-neglected-this-blog-for-too-long.html' title=''/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-890818135011069460</id><published>2010-06-27T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T23:05:00.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware : Sensitive crab ahead.</title><content type='html'>Had a conversation with friends the other day and our topic was on the characteristics of a person of a certain zodiac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was informed that being a Cancerian, I am sensitive and emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly but true. I think I'm finally accepting the fact that I am sensitive and sometimes overly emotional. But hey, in my defense, I didn't grew up in a house filled with love so in a way, I think it somehow distorts your emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few weeks was also a realisation for a lot of stuff for me. Some of it I couldn't be bothered but a few things makes me kinda sad-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably write more about it later. Just couldn't find the inspiration to write right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-890818135011069460?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/890818135011069460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=890818135011069460&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/890818135011069460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/890818135011069460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2010/06/beware-sensitive-crab-ahead.html' title='Beware : Sensitive crab ahead.'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-4842028142883953646</id><published>2010-06-27T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T23:07:21.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring cleaning.</title><content type='html'>Cleaning up my blogposts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many negative posts not good for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try to blog more funner and happy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a dark period then hence the dark posts. But I think I'm much better now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-4842028142883953646?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/4842028142883953646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=4842028142883953646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/4842028142883953646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/4842028142883953646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2010/06/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring cleaning.'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-6063851388586099501</id><published>2010-01-11T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T20:47:07.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 2010</title><content type='html'>My first post in the year of 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Thank you :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-6063851388586099501?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/6063851388586099501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=6063851388586099501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/6063851388586099501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/6063851388586099501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2010/01/january-2010.html' title='January 2010'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-7013494840610801502</id><published>2009-11-11T12:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T20:43:11.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>09.11. A year ago.</title><content type='html'>O9.11 was the day she left us a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still feels like yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever she may be, I hope she is at peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al Fatihah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-7013494840610801502?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/7013494840610801502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=7013494840610801502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/7013494840610801502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/7013494840610801502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2009/11/0911-year-ago.html' title='09.11. A year ago.'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-2338160427138314918</id><published>2009-11-11T12:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T12:55:19.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dream of Laos...</title><content type='html'>tick... tock... tick... tock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at the office, supposed to shortlist these staff for our upcoming courses but I got bored with all the data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clicked on Mozilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking.. hhmmm... What should I search for today? Just then I saw the small notebook that I've been using to jot down notes for my solo trip to Cambodia and Vietnam last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should start planning for my Laos trip. My next solo backpacking trip. I'm planning to go for this trip next year to celebrate my 29 + 1 birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a few sites that provide really good info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My draft itinerary will be Vientiane - Vang Vieng - Luang Prabang - Vientiane. I'll have a week to cover all those places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a plan innit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I have to do is save up enough money for this. I'll need roughly about RM3k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better start ikat-ing my perut now and put in $$ into my Laos fund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody care to donate some money to this orphan child for her trip?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-2338160427138314918?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/2338160427138314918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=2338160427138314918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/2338160427138314918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/2338160427138314918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dream-of-laos.html' title='I dream of Laos...'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-8796072370100541219</id><published>2009-10-21T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:53:41.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 9.49pm</title><content type='html'>and I'm at Pullman Lakeside Putrajaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of my colleagues are having a ball singing their hearts out and all I want to do is go back tomy room and sleep. Since I can't do that hence the blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always fun doing outside office work, but these days I would rather stay at home surrounded by cat's fur, duduk kankang tengok tv :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, till later amigos!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-8796072370100541219?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/8796072370100541219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=8796072370100541219&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/8796072370100541219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/8796072370100541219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-949pm.html' title='It&apos;s 9.49pm'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-8212545004197521318</id><published>2009-10-13T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T01:33:11.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 1.06 in the morning...</title><content type='html'>and i can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate times like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause it makes me think. ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things to ponder. some many things to decide. so many things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if people asked, are you happy with your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would be your answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me, i don't know. i don't think i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i'm not thankful. i am blessed with great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a job that can pay my bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lacking in the significant other department is never an issue. as my friend once said, i'm not even actively searching for that special someone. which is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why? i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm quite content with the way things are right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere deep inside i have this feeling that i won't live long anyway. so why complicate things, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, at this very moment. i've got nothing to loose. but what if i'm still here after the due date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe. just maybe. i might take things into my own hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-8212545004197521318?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/8212545004197521318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=8212545004197521318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/8212545004197521318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/8212545004197521318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-106-in-morning.html' title='It&apos;s 1.06 in the morning...'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-8676092017495702362</id><published>2009-09-21T11:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T11:42:10.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>Ramadan went by without us realising it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pejam celik pejam celik it's already Raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even have enough time to work on my Raya mood. Or care when the only ticket I can get to go back home is on Raya eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's already the 2nd day of Raya. I still have till Thursday to laze around the house. My flight back is on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, enjoy your raya peeps. Have a fun and joyful Raya. Go easy on the food galore yo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-8676092017495702362?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/8676092017495702362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=8676092017495702362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/8676092017495702362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/8676092017495702362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-hari-raya.html' title='Happy Hari Raya'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-7702110974676095635</id><published>2009-08-27T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T00:43:52.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is it...</title><content type='html'>It's been more than a month since my last update.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truth is I am getting malas-er to update this blog so I've decided to go into hibernation mode until further notice, until I am ready to go back into the blogging world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are actually lots of things that I wanted to put in here but my heart is just not into it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I am tired of using my brain to put the data into something that's interpretable by the reader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe I just don't feel like sharing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are just a lil something that I'm willing to share before I bid my adieu;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.   Generally, I am much happier now that I've moved department.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.   My dark evil urges are now more or less under control until it chooses to surface again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.   My cousin passed away last April.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.   I finally had my closure when I went to Tawau mid this month to visit her family. I still miss          her every day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.   Love the Swatch I received as my birthday present. Thank you, love you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.   I'm proud of myself for making my house habitable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.   I always seem to missed The Monkeys get together. Must make self more available for such         occasion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.   A really good friend just gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Aunty can't wait to play with your       dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.   No tart nenas made by her this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. To my friends, you have no idea how much you play a significant role in making sure that I            am still alive and breathing today. I could've lost the battle months ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then, take care. Don't let the bed bugs bite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-7702110974676095635?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/7702110974676095635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=7702110974676095635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/7702110974676095635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/7702110974676095635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-it.html' title='This is it...'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-2480289704525805952</id><published>2009-07-03T18:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T19:19:05.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Ancientness</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my 29th birthday, my last birthday before the BIG THREE-OH..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year was a more intimate affair, dinner with close friends from work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't celebrated with the Monkeys, apparently everbody is too busy but hoping we can meet up sometime next week so that we can have a double celebration, Aton's birthday is on the 6th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways peeps, have a good weekend!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh by the way, we've started Rumah Aman activities. They are a bunch of naughty but adorable boys. Tomorrow will be our 2nd session with them and I'm really looking forward to spend 2 hours of fun with them :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cherioooooossss amigosssss....&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/1526052662037850445-2480289704525805952?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/2480289704525805952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=2480289704525805952&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/2480289704525805952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/2480289704525805952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2009/07/welcome-to-ancientness.html' title='Welcome to Ancientness'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-1026738796171186039</id><published>2009-06-19T08:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:42:04.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder why???!!!</title><content type='html'>I wonder why some people can be so downright evil?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean like, eeeeeeeeeevilllllllllll.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, the-spawn-of-the-devil evil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, a back-stabbing bitch and mother of all assholes!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was talking to a friend yesterday, told her the last 2 years was the lowest point of my working life. Crushed self-esteem. Self-doubt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I am that bad or am I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe she hates me cause I didn't "kipas" her. Sorry, I don't believe kipas-ing my way into somebody's good grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe she hates me for having an opinion. Helloooo... I have a brain!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh god. My 2 years stint there was hell. She sucked the life out of you till you do not even have the will and motivation to live. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You think I over dramatise the situation?? Oh mannnn... If you can only see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucky for me, I am finally away from the evil cluthes of the queen of the damned. I am happier where I am now. Although it's not all perfect but much, hell, A LOT better than before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last I heard that person now has acquired a minion that I think fits her criteria. A total suck up that puts a starfish to shame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pity my ex-colleagues who are still stuck there. Since I am no longer there I guess the devil's spawn have to find a new person to torture. Hang on my friends, I hope things will get better.&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/1526052662037850445-1026738796171186039?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/1026738796171186039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=1026738796171186039&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/1026738796171186039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/1026738796171186039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wonder-why.html' title='I wonder why???!!!'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-2441174853588749680</id><published>2009-06-18T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:58:18.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's my name??</title><content type='html'>During the last 24 years of my life I've always been known by one name. I rarely used my given name instead I've always been called by the shorter version of that name. And sometimes by another shorter version of the shorter version of my given name. A single syllable and 2 letter word. Simple. Quite kampung like name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 years ago I moved here. Reported for duty and almost immediately given a new name and I didn't make an attempt to correct them. Before long, everybody called me by that name and it's too late to make any correction.  Its like a glamourised version of my given name. 4 years down the road, people still called me by my new name. And I still responded to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should start using my old nickname again. I miss people calling me Sinta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-2441174853588749680?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/2441174853588749680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=2441174853588749680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/2441174853588749680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/2441174853588749680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2008/11/whats-my-name.html' title='What&apos;s my name??'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-7587526835713328115</id><published>2009-04-20T09:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:53:36.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;This is a post drafted awhile back but didn't get a chance to post it up.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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;*************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks ago a very close cousin of mine passed away due to injuries from an accident. The last time I saw him was during his sister's wedding in December 2008. His wife just delivered their 3rd child a few weeks earlier. He was young, he had 3 young children who adored him. I've never imagined he would leave us so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be honest, my family is not exactly a normal bunch of people. We have our problems. Oh man, you can't imagine the kind of problems we have to deal with on a daily basis. The one thing that I can't understand is, of all the person, why him? Why can't the problem maker(s) get chosen and save us all the trouble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-7587526835713328115?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/7587526835713328115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=7587526835713328115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/7587526835713328115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/7587526835713328115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-post-drafted-awhile-back-but.html' title=''/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-7503827090686152109</id><published>2009-04-03T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T00:11:47.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I'm still fighting the temptation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's getting worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm fighting a losing battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might just give in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Preparation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M.O.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be determine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-7503827090686152109?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/7503827090686152109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=7503827090686152109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/7503827090686152109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/7503827090686152109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-2643812092602501020</id><published>2009-03-09T19:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:09:34.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another un-named post</title><content type='html'>Hi ya all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been awhile. Partly cause I don't have internet access at home and they blocked blogger in the office (sucks!). Every time I'm at the Starbucks or any other place with free Wifi, I always forgot to update this blog. Not that there's been anything interesting happened in my life pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been pretty stagnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did threw a surprise party for a close friend recently. Been planning for it for about 3 weeks with a bunch of friends. For me it was a satisfying event. It pleases me that she really loves the surprise and more so that she loves the birthday present that we gave her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/SbUDOJ_65pI/AAAAAAAAANY/0A5BfK-9BwQ/s1600-h/Surprise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/SbUDOJ_65pI/AAAAAAAAANY/0A5BfK-9BwQ/s320/Surprise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311154877290440338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times it did crosses my mind that making my friends happy makes this life worth living. For me I think this is the sole reason why I chose to remain breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it did sadden me that one close friend of mine wasn't able to join us for the surprise. If she was alive, she would be super excited planning for the surprise together. But I know she was with us in spirit that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 4th month she left us. I still miss her. I still cry at night thinking about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help thinking, it should've been me not her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-2643812092602501020?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/2643812092602501020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=2643812092602501020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/2643812092602501020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/2643812092602501020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-un-named-post.html' title='Another un-named post'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/SbUDOJ_65pI/AAAAAAAAANY/0A5BfK-9BwQ/s72-c/Surprise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-6818791217440850927</id><published>2009-01-14T16:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T16:55:49.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>These past weeks I've been spending lots of time just hanging out at home. Alone and loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I moved to my new place, I hardly ever go out. It feels so good being anti-social and stay home reading books. Lots and lots of books :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been ignoring my handphone(s). Checking on them only once a day hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it makes me feel so free. So liberated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those time spent at home, other than reading books, watching TV on free channels and cooking (I finally bought a stove!!!), I've been doing some thinking. About stopping being in denial and accepting the truth. I am so tempted to do a postcard and mail it to Postsecret just cause I think I'll be able to handle the truth now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I still have to drag myself to work every morning. Oh god, it requires so much effort that I told a friend recently than I'm seriously considering marrying an OLD RICH MAN so that I can quit my job. But then again, finding an old rich man also memerlukan an even HUGE effort that I think I'll just stick with my work for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigghhhh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-6818791217440850927?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/6818791217440850927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=6818791217440850927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/6818791217440850927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/6818791217440850927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-8327960394977530861</id><published>2009-01-10T17:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T17:31:51.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been...</title><content type='html'>63 days and I still miss you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-8327960394977530861?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/8327960394977530861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=8327960394977530861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/8327960394977530861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/8327960394977530861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-been.html' title='It&apos;s been...'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-8379274141126677205</id><published>2008-12-31T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:26:12.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 ---&gt; 2009</title><content type='html'>Just a quick one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 went by in a blink of an eye. I don't think I've done anything significant this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure whether 2009 gonna be any different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll just have to wait and see :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful and marvelous year ahead!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-8379274141126677205?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/8379274141126677205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=8379274141126677205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/8379274141126677205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/8379274141126677205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-2009.html' title='2008 ---&gt; 2009'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-6280668419323153989</id><published>2008-12-24T10:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T15:16:29.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Undone</title><content type='html'>Okay no more writing about death, dying our leaving the world to la la land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I really have the guts to do it, I would have done it. But for now let me just admit that I am a chicken shit. Yeah yeah maybe I've been thinking about the repercussion of my act and that sort of what has been holding me back. Or maybe I just can't stand the pain. Or maybe I'm just a chicken shit. Plain and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I don't really give a f**k anymore if my life has been meaningless thus far or trying to find the answers to the questions that I've known the answers to but still in denial. I just don't give a shit anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm ready maybe I can take some pointers from The Bunny Suicides.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/SVHgB2XijYI/AAAAAAAAANA/ngBHQAIWcTA/s1600-h/Bunny+Suicide+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/SVHgB2XijYI/AAAAAAAAANA/ngBHQAIWcTA/s320/Bunny+Suicide+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283250160261041538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/SVHgB2or0KI/AAAAAAAAANI/CKAqij_ubT0/s1600-h/Bunny+Suicide+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/SVHgB2or0KI/AAAAAAAAANI/CKAqij_ubT0/s320/Bunny+Suicide+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283250160332951714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/SVHgBY08NFI/AAAAAAAAAM4/-LC0Li726DM/s1600-h/Bunny+Suicide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/SVHgBY08NFI/AAAAAAAAAM4/-LC0Li726DM/s320/Bunny+Suicide.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283250152331293778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been keeping to myself a lot these past days. Just don't feel like socialising. I've succeeded in going for a week without switching on my mobiles!! But anyways, just for tonight, I'll make that exception. I've got a Christmas Eve dinner to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my solitary confinement, I read a lot. I bought books after books. My last trip to the bookstore I bought 2 books and borrowed a book from a friend. Finished 2 books in 3 days. I'm down to my last book. I actually have to ration my reading time just so that I don't finish up the book in one sitting and suffer being bookless during the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, curse my eyes, I can't sleep last night. I ended up finishing up the book I was reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's either I recycle my current books or buy some new ones for the weekend. So I went to Kino during lunch time searching for the 2 books that is on top of my must-buy list. Both are not available. Shit!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll probably going to be a movie marathon weekend or a sleeping marathon. Maybe the latter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-6280668419323153989?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/6280668419323153989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=6280668419323153989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/6280668419323153989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/6280668419323153989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2008/12/come-undone.html' title='Come Undone'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/SVHgB2XijYI/AAAAAAAAANA/ngBHQAIWcTA/s72-c/Bunny+Suicide+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-1109337738256842240</id><published>2008-12-21T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:51:22.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ashes to ashes, dusts to dusts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I can play a song for my funeral, this would be it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leave Out All The Rest (Linkin Park)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; I dreamed I was missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; You were so scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; But no one would listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Cause no one else cared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; After my dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; I woke with this fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; What am I leaving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; When I'm done here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; So if you're asking me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; When my time comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Forget the wrong that I've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Help me leave behind some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Reasons to be missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; And don't resent me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; And when you're feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Keep me in your memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; I've taken my beating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; I've shared what I made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; I'm strong on the surface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Not all the way through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; I've never been perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; But neither have you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; So if you're asking me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; When my time comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Forget the wrong that I've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Help me leave behind some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Reasons to be missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Don't resent me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; And when you're feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Keep me in your memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Forgetting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; All the hurt inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; You've learned to hide so well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Pretending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Someone else can come and save me from myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; I can't be who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; When my time comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Forget the wrong that I've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Help me leave behind some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Reasons to be missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Don't resent me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; And when you're feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Keep me in your memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Forgetting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; All the hurt inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; You've learned to hide so well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Pretending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Someone else can come and save me from myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; I can't be who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; I can't be who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1526052662037850445-1109337738256842240?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/1109337738256842240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=1109337738256842240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/1109337738256842240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/1109337738256842240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2008/12/ashes-to-ashes-dusts-to-dusts.html' title='ashes to ashes, dusts to dusts'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-1784315511003770792</id><published>2008-12-09T12:19:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:53:32.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idle</title><content type='html'>Sighhh.. I think I'm at it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months back, I was surfing through the blogdom and stumbled upon &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://100boxes.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-very-own-eulogy.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; entry. I love it. It somehow described things that has been creating havoc in my mind for awhile now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://100boxes.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-very-own-eulogy.html"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;My Very Own Eulogy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I was gone tomorrow, would I be missed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I am gone and my name is on the angel's list,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want people to go on with their lives as normal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A simple tribute will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="GramE"&gt;do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; nothing formal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I was gone tomorrow, would I be satisfied,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Would I have accomplished something before I died?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have I made an influence in anyone I've met?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did I change someone's life before in the ground I am set?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If one person is better because of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If only for a minute a smile I did see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then I believe that it was worth all the time I was here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I hold in my heart all my friends close and dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I was gone tomorrow, would people even care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Would they even notice that I was not there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know some people would not be upset about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Those people, at my funeral I would not see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If no one was there, I would be sad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But in a way, I would be glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't want anyone to be sad that I am not here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't want them to be sad or even shed a tear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to see them with a smile on their face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And not to see sadness in this case,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just want them to be happy that they knew me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And for them to know that I am finally set free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will still be around anyhow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="GramE"&gt;Even though they cannot see me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll still be here to help heal hearts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe now I can stop the pain before it starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So do not be sad that I have gone away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="GramE"&gt;Because in your heart, I will stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As long as you continue to believe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is no real reason to grieve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll still be around somewhere near,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And you can call on me, and I'll be here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-1784315511003770792?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/1784315511003770792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=1784315511003770792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/1784315511003770792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/1784315511003770792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2008/12/idle.html' title='Idle'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-3907727571893461507</id><published>2008-11-26T13:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T14:29:30.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, a very dear friend of mine passed away at a very young age. Till today I'm still coming to terms with her passing. I'm doing better now or at least I thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days, it didn't really feels like she was gone. It's as if she is still around some where. I feel guilty sometimes when I was having fun, guilty for enjoying myself because for a second there, I forgot that she was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re-reading my previous entry about her today made me cry again. I remembered and actually feel the painful sad feeling that I felt that night when I heard of her passing. The sudden realisation of her gone forever knocked the wind out of my chest. I was breathless for a few seconds and then the tears started coming and would not stop no matter how hard I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard the news, first thing that came to my mind was, "this is NOT how I imagine things would turn out to be". It was supposed to be the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at how my friends deal with it. I don't think I can do that to them again so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, I actually talked about it to a friend. When she asked me why?&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned cause I don't know how to answer. Don't get me wrong, I've always know the reason why but I don't know how to explain cause I don't think she'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I gave my answer, as I predicted, she didn't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was good to know that I did make a difference in some people's life. That, whatever that is that I did, it was powerful enough to make an impression in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it is just not powerful enough for me to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-3907727571893461507?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/3907727571893461507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=3907727571893461507&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/3907727571893461507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/3907727571893461507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2008/11/few-weeks-ago-very-dear-friend-of-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-957027750158155823</id><published>2008-11-18T17:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T12:50:35.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures.. Photos.. Gambar..</title><content type='html'>I love taking photos. I especially love taking photos of beautiful blue skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I took photos of people making funny faces, silly poses :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have hundreds of them in my laptop. And another hundred more that I've saved into DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends complain because they've never seen the photos that I've took. Sorry guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why la don't upload dalam FB??" some of them said to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I don't like uploading my photos. Maybe that's just not my thing. Maybe I don't like showing my pictures for the world to see. Maybe I malas to go through the uploading process hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to all my darling friends, you can upload them if you want to but you have to come to me la to get them :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-957027750158155823?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/957027750158155823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=957027750158155823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/957027750158155823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/957027750158155823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2008/11/pictures-photos-gambar.html' title='Pictures.. Photos.. Gambar..'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-8408497340214287590</id><published>2008-11-11T11:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T13:03:47.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our thoughts and prayers are with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Hasnih Jamaluddin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;(1982 -2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I received the phone call on the night of 9th November 2008 informing me of your passing, I refused to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called a few people for confirmation and received a few more calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly it started to register in my brain that this is real. That you're gone. Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I went to your house. Entering the house you used to live was hard. Entering the room you used to sleep in was even harder. I couldn't stop crying as I was folding your clothes to be brought back to Tawau the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember the last dinner we had together on Wednesday. It was a really long nice chat. Reminiscing the old days. Planning for your future. Listing the things that we were going to do together. Who would have thought 4 days after that you'll be gone forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get a chance to say this to you while you were still alive. You were the nicest person I've ever met. One I'm comfortable to be with and truly be myself whenever I'm around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems unfair for you to be taken so suddenly when we still need your company. We miss you. I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its true when they said life goes on. But life definitely will never be the same without &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do know that you are in a better place now. Someday we may be reunited again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perhaps they are not the stars, but rather openings in Heaven&lt;br /&gt;where the love of our lost ones pours through&lt;br /&gt;and shines down upon us to let us know that are happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know for certain that we never lose the people we love, even to death.&lt;br /&gt;They continue to participate in every act, thought and decision we make.&lt;br /&gt;Their love leaves an indelible imprint in our memories.&lt;br /&gt;We find comfort in knowing that our lives have been enriched by having shared their love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P/S : I've always thought that she was supposed to be the one mourning over me instead of the other way round.&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/1526052662037850445-8408497340214287590?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/8408497340214287590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=8408497340214287590&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/8408497340214287590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/8408497340214287590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-thoughts-and-prayers-are-with-you.html' title='Our thoughts and prayers are with you'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-7069049836527667505</id><published>2008-11-07T13:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:02:56.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As I lay me down to sleep</title><content type='html'>I went home last night feeling tired and dejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I feel that every thing has become unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've ran out of possible options to put an end to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except... The one option that I've put aside for awhile now. The ultimate option. The point of no return. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was weighing the idea last night as I lay on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, the sane part of me didn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As sucky as my life is right now, I love every single moments spent with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether I can do it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the reason why I'm still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I think I'll put it on KIV again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-7069049836527667505?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/7069049836527667505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=7069049836527667505&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/7069049836527667505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/7069049836527667505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-i-lay-me-down-to-sleep.html' title='As I lay me down to sleep'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-5691301851775019945</id><published>2008-11-03T10:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T14:02:01.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is your manners???</title><content type='html'>I hate rude people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate them with a vengeance!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's even worse when that person is your friend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrgghhhh!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world would be a slightly better place to live in if people can be less rude or at least pretend to have an A+ manners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, common on, no matter how busy or annoyed or pissed off your are, that's definitely not a good enough reason for you to be uncivilised to another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mannnnnn... I am so annoyed right now I could burst!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is just a stupid simple small thing but it matters to ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who cares, it's my blog I write whatever I want!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhhhmmmmhhhh!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-5691301851775019945?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/5691301851775019945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=5691301851775019945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/5691301851775019945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/5691301851775019945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-is-your-manners.html' title='Where is your manners???'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-3894434733490278151</id><published>2008-10-24T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T21:58:43.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tuk-tuk, Lady?"</title><content type='html'>I think I'll go crazy if I hear one more guy says that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the whole week, that's all I hear whenever I stepped outside the guesthouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrghhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far my solo trip has been great and full of adventure. Even the heat rashes on my arms and chest seems to worth every bit of itchiness.. *scratch* *scratch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kepenatan is the like the macam mau the mampus but I love every time spent in this foreign country. Or rather countries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am now sitting in some dodgy kedai spending the last of my USD for half an hour of internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what happened to all my money :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-3894434733490278151?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/3894434733490278151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=3894434733490278151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/3894434733490278151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/3894434733490278151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2008/10/tuk-tuk-lady.html' title='&quot;Tuk-tuk, Lady?&quot;'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-7441081489347867490</id><published>2008-10-13T11:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T22:00:17.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it!!</title><content type='html'>I've been contemplating of getting it done for years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday I woke up and said to myself, "This is the day I'm gonna do it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very LIBERATING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no regrets cause I love the end product.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-7441081489347867490?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/7441081489347867490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=7441081489347867490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/7441081489347867490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/7441081489347867490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-did-it.html' title='I did it!!'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-7615131379304512593</id><published>2008-10-09T13:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T13:51:16.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When paranoia sets in...</title><content type='html'>I admit I'm paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm paranoid that my existence is this world is a waste of space. I wasted the oxygen that I breath in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I constantly have to justify my existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I constantly have to seek approval from my friends (surprisingly never from my family).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm paranoid that I am insignificant in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm paranoid that nobody really care about me enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm paranoid that if I was kidnap nobody will notice that I'm missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm paranoid that if I die nobody will miss me and nobody will come to my funeral (assuming that there will be a funeral)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I labeled myself as Social Loner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my definition of that is someone who socializes cause she needs to belong but deep down will always be a loner. Alone and lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have this burning feeling that I need to belong. Sometimes I feel like I'm a sore thumb sticking out abnormally amongst the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm second guessing my decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I converted because I believe in the religion or is that just another step in my ultimate aspiration to belong into something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want the world to acknowledge my existence, that I was alive for a reason. Doesn't have to be reasons. A reason would suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause right now I can't think of any valid reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's a good thing after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause then going away would be easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody will notice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-7615131379304512593?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/7615131379304512593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=7615131379304512593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/7615131379304512593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/7615131379304512593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-paranoia-sets-in.html' title='When paranoia sets in...'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-5360445212212390392</id><published>2008-10-03T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T22:19:47.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Butterfly Effect</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: this entry got nothing to do with the title. I'm just so into The Butterfly Effect these past two days so I just thought I put it as this entry's title just cause I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. I've been sitting in front of my cuzzy's lappy for the past 30 minutes and still hasn't written anything other than the disclaimer above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HHhhhmmmm.... Orites here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel a lil' bit melancholic every time I'm back in my kampung. Looking at my aunties and uncles getting older every time I'm back here. My younger cousins are now bigger. Same goes with my niece and nephews and sadly, they did not know my name cause I only go back once a year :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my late grandma's house and suddenly transported back to the late 80s early 90s when my cousins and I were still kids and extremely naughty. When things were so much simpler. When we were still one big happy family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma's house used to be the congregation place for my family. It is the centre of all activities. It was full of colors, full of life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, staring at the house from my aunty's. It looked so sad. It's dying. Slowly. Lifeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is not the house I spent every single school holidays in. There were lots of memories in that house. Both happy and sad memories. My dad's body was brought to that house 11 years ago for burial. A few months after that my Grandma's body was lain on the same spot as my dad's in that house awaiting burial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time a major activitiy was held in it other than the annual raya was my cousin's wedding back in 2004. That was 4 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cousin of mine is getting married this December. I hope the merry feeling and happiness will be able to restore the house to its former glory even for a few days. The house needs it to stay alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that history will repeat itself??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that a child will end up like his/her father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my case, will I end up like my father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My late father, he wasn't a perfect person. He had his flaw. I vow to myself again and again that I will not repeat his mistake. I know how bad it was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deny it all I want but somehow without me realising it, I am turning into my father. History does repeats itself. But how could that be??? I guess I am my father's daughter. From the look to the behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am beyond denying the truth because the consequences of my actions are slowly showing themselves. I thought I was careful. Apparently I am not. In fact I think it is getting worse by the minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes at night before I go to sleep once all the lights were switched off and I am in total darkness. My mind will stray. I'll be thinking about the problem and I'll panic. So far I managed to handle it but I know before long my options will run out. What would I do when the time comes? Will I caved in into the ultimate solution or rather the escape plan that has been swimming inside my head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which begs the answer for my next question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I ready for the ultimate solution?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-5360445212212390392?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/5360445212212390392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=5360445212212390392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/5360445212212390392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/5360445212212390392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2008/10/butterfly-effect.html' title='The Butterfly Effect'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-4185922974006192131</id><published>2008-09-29T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:27:09.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive &amp; Forget</title><content type='html'>I'm back in my kampung for Raya. Been here since yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday as I was saying goodbye and wishing my colleagues Raya wishes, I had this strange sad feeling about leaving KL. I'm only going to be away for a week but somehow I feel as if I'm not going to see them again. It was an indescribable feeling of intense sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't really looking forward for Raya anyway. I was even contemplating of canceling my flight and stay in KL. But then, my tickets has been booked. Nonetheless, I am still looking forward for the whole week of doing nothing but read books all day long :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I'm in an emotional yoyo. I'm not quite sure what I really wanted. On my way back home on Friday, I called up a friend. I needed somebody to talk to but the thing is I don't know how to. There's just too much that I want to say but I can't or maybe I don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told my friend, "think I need a shrink."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, " maybe you do. You have so many things bottled up inside of you, you're gonna burst one of these days. You need to let it out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had some bad thoughts lurking inside my brain, a coward way out, which so far I managed to put aside. Or maybe cause as of now I am still sane enough to know how the bad thoughts going to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just paranoid. I think I am paranoid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-4185922974006192131?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/4185922974006192131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=4185922974006192131&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/4185922974006192131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/4185922974006192131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2008/09/forgive-forget.html' title='Forgive &amp; Forget'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-5515499381453088321</id><published>2008-09-23T09:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T10:36:31.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Keretaku!!!</title><content type='html'>Went for my regular car service yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car has been so lembab these past weeks. Lambat pick up and makan minyak like nobody's business. Ergh!!! Usually RM20 fuel can last me about 4 days to and fro office. These days it can only last a day or 2. Double errghhhhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, after work I went to my usual service centre. They suspected that my clutch is the culprit and needed to be change since it's been 4 years already anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay la, told them to do their thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Change oil filter&lt;br /&gt;- Change engine oil&lt;br /&gt;- Change gear oil&lt;br /&gt;- Change air filter&lt;br /&gt;- Change clutch and the whole thing that goes with it (plate, cover, bearing etc etc)&lt;br /&gt;- Carbon clean service with Wynn's Power Tune&lt;br /&gt;- Change spark plug&lt;br /&gt;- Add oil treatment&lt;br /&gt;- Add Wynn's Injector Cleaner&lt;br /&gt;- Trade in old compressor with a new HKS compressor&lt;br /&gt;- Add HKS Fuel magnetic power&lt;br /&gt;- Add Spring Bumper Retainer front tyres&lt;br /&gt;- Add Spring Bumper Retainer rear tyres&lt;br /&gt;- Labour charge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final bill? Gulp!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM1,352&lt;/span&gt;!!! GASP!!!! *die*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-5515499381453088321?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/5515499381453088321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=5515499381453088321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/5515499381453088321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/5515499381453088321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-keretaku.html' title='Oh Keretaku!!!'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-2448100519631355969</id><published>2008-09-22T10:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T13:02:10.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>I have a friend, whenever she's here for outstation she won't venture outside of the hotel she's staying if she's alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she's hungry, she'll order room service.&lt;br /&gt;If she's bored, she subcribe to the hotel's internet service. (Sanggup walaupun mahal!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning, she'll make sure the hotel will get her a cab to commute to and fro her office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why la don't go out alone onieeee??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't want la. Macam bodoh jalan-jalan alone. Besides I don't know what to do if I'm alone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhhmmm... Got a like that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had any problem walking around alone. In fact I prefer being alone. Of course they're times I feel the need to be around people and hang out with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love spending "me" time in the bookstore. Alone. I can do it the whole day but these days I rarely had that opprtunity anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love doing my shopping alone. I'm not really the kind of person who needs to get other people's opinion on the stuff that I'll be purchasing. If I like it and reasonable enough, beli ja la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things that I've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch movie alone - &lt;strong&gt;DONE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat at kedai makan alone - &lt;strong&gt;DONE!&lt;/strong&gt; (like almost every weekend punnnn...)&lt;br /&gt;Go holidaying alone - &lt;strong&gt;DONE!&lt;/strong&gt; (Planning for my second solo trip)&lt;br /&gt;Move out and stay on my own - &lt;strong&gt;IN THE PROCESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read somewhere that Malaysian are a bunch of busy bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They like to ask personal questions eventhough on the first meeting. Especially the makciks! I find it annoying!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How old are you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Really aaa.. You look so old hoh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where you work?"&lt;br /&gt;"Waaaaa... Mesti banyak duit kan? How much you get paid every month?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kahwin already?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nochet kawin aaa? Why want to wait long-long, later no body want you anymore tau!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kedebushhhh!!!! If I want any advise I'll ask for one okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear if ada orang tanya again whether I'm married or not, this will be my standard answer from now on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I'm married. I have a husband &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; a wife. Currently I have 5 kids and counting plus a bunch of farm animals."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-2448100519631355969?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/2448100519631355969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=2448100519631355969&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/2448100519631355969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/2448100519631355969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-friend-whenever-shes-here-for.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-2868414905843773989</id><published>2008-09-19T14:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T18:04:13.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectations</title><content type='html'>I was online with my friend the other day chatting about stuff. It was Sunday and both of us didn't have anything much to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about this dude and tengah dalam activity memventing out frustration tu she wrote something that got me thinking and kepala terangguk-angguk setuju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wrote that sometimes not everyone wants to be friends with you the way you want to be friends with them. I find it so true. Sometimes you have high expectation on how things are supposed to be progressing but the other person may not share the same enthusiasm. In the end baru la terasa sebenarnya kita ni syok sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told a few friends that if a relationship or friendship is so hard to maintain then maybe it is not worth it and maybe you just have to let go. I mean, why the heck you want to be in that situation when almost always you'll end up sakit hati. Makan nasi lagi best dari makan hati berulam jantung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I got mad at a person. The thing is I am still thinking whether whatever that person did is 'marah'able and justified enough for me to be so angry at orang tu. Maybe cos its the frustrations that has been accumulated over a period of time and jadi ticking bomb. It doesn't take much issit to activate a live bomb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, I am so dissappointed at that person. One after another disappointments and finally I can't take it anymore. I think highly and expected so much more from him/her but I guess I have to admit defeat that orang tu is not what I expected he/she to be. Issit because I've been setting a high expectation on the person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a shame cos we have so many things in common. Then again sharing the same interest doesn't really mean things will work out. Whatever la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to another topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you react when your boyfriend turns out to be gay?? Ouch!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tercabar kewanitaan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's exactly what happened to a friend of mine. But I guess in her case the damage wasn't really bad cos deep down she sort of knew that he is playing on the other side's team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the kind of things that you thought only happening in the movies. Well, hello real world!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good though that she decided to remain as friends with him. Besides, almost every girl wants a gay friend. Someone you can talk to about almost everything under the sun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still lots more stuff I want to write about but my brain is not fully functional right now so I'll leave those stories for another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-2868414905843773989?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/2868414905843773989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=2868414905843773989&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/2868414905843773989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/2868414905843773989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2008/09/expectations.html' title='Expectations'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-8546504346913304297</id><published>2008-09-15T11:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T13:01:03.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some days all I want to be is a missing person</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/SM3rWQ-sRzI/AAAAAAAAAJA/6Llqorp86ZA/s1600-h/Poem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/SM3rWQ-sRzI/AAAAAAAAAJA/6Llqorp86ZA/s320/Poem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246107908704061234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-8546504346913304297?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/8546504346913304297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=8546504346913304297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/8546504346913304297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/8546504346913304297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-days-all-i-want-to-be-is-missing.html' title='Some days all I want to be is a missing person'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/SM3rWQ-sRzI/AAAAAAAAAJA/6Llqorp86ZA/s72-c/Poem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-7376553479892881410</id><published>2008-09-13T23:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T03:05:49.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give</title><content type='html'>For the past 4 years I've took part in my company's charity program held sempena bulan puasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically you get to play santa for the kids by fulfilling their wish list. These kids were chosen from a few organisation that housed orphans or less privilege children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've asked some of my friends why they didn't participate in such program and received a few mixed reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them said, he doesn't want to participate in an over commercialised event cos  it'll dilute the real intention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of them said, she got turned off by the items in the kids' wish list. Nike shoes, bicycles etc etc. She said it was too expensive and if she wants to sedekah she'll just give money to the organisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, although I didn't agree with their views but I guess everybody are entitle to their own opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly for me, fulfilling a kid's wishes gave me satisfaction that I can't even described with words. Watching their animated and full of anticipation faces when it comes to unwrapping their presents was priceless. Some of these kids has never had such luxuries in life and  having that opportunity to make it happen was the best feeling one can ever experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I can relate to these kids. I know how it feels like not having a new baju for raya or longing for a new shoes etc etc albeit in quite a different environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess for me it doesn't matter if it is over commercialised or that they're wishing for a pricey items. All that matter is I believe I am able to make a difference in these children's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a nice baju raya to wear for Hari Raya together with a new shoe and they can finally ride that bicycle they've been longing for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-7376553479892881410?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/7376553479892881410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=7376553479892881410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/7376553479892881410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/7376553479892881410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2008/09/give.html' title='Give'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-7073001940667798356</id><published>2008-09-10T12:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T22:34:20.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Myself &amp; I</title><content type='html'>I asked my friends 3 simple question about myself to see whether they know me enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's my favourite cookie?&lt;br /&gt;2. Which vegetable I hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;3. What's my favourite drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the answers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-7073001940667798356?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/7073001940667798356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=7073001940667798356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/7073001940667798356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/7073001940667798356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-myself-i.html' title='Me, Myself &amp; I'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-7763185180726468791</id><published>2008-09-08T10:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T10:33:28.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kucings</title><content type='html'>My kucingssss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am their slave, a wiling one at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looooove my cats so much I can't imagine living without them.. Heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've been my very close companion ever since I started living in this hell hole called Wilayah Persekutuan Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In exchange for them waiting for my return everyday outside of my house gate and greeting me as soon as I open the car door, I am willing to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Spend RM200/month on their food, cat litter etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Relinquish 3/4 claim of my queen size bed so they can sleep vertically instead of horizontally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Spend ringgits on roller to get rid of the furs sticking on my clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pretend everything is good when they suddenly sit on the book/newspaper that I'm currently reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Spend hundreds on their boarding cost every time I have to be away and nobody is around to take care of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things we do for our beloved pets. But I love them to bits. Meow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/SMSOF4cxpkI/AAAAAAAAAH4/H0qwwkLB29w/s1600-h/Tenggiling.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/SMSOF4cxpkI/AAAAAAAAAH4/H0qwwkLB29w/s320/Tenggiling.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243472097869669954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By the way, if you want to witness the barbaric action of the uncivilised KL people being extremely uncivilised, try taking the LRT at 7.30am at Wangsa Maju station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a very pretty sight. Only the strong will prevail!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-7763185180726468791?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/7763185180726468791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=7763185180726468791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/7763185180726468791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/7763185180726468791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-kucings.html' title='My Kucings'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/SMSOF4cxpkI/AAAAAAAAAH4/H0qwwkLB29w/s72-c/Tenggiling.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-8410178722146583988</id><published>2008-09-03T14:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T14:59:54.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>September</title><content type='html'>September.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 and 11 years ago, September brought me heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 years ago September was the month when everything changed for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September was the month I lost a place I can hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But September was also the month that I finally became an independent girl at the age of 17 in every sense of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe that everything happened for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times you are meant to go through the hard times before you can experience the good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened in September 11 years ago has made me the person that I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong, capable and independent lady. Or at least that's what I like to think of myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-8410178722146583988?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/8410178722146583988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=8410178722146583988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/8410178722146583988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/8410178722146583988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2008/09/september.html' title='September'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-7125119803475510490</id><published>2008-07-09T15:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T14:04:58.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My B-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last week, 2 July was yours truly big day hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't expecting anything from anybody except for simple birthday wishes that surely will make the birthday girl smile from one ear to the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, been receiving birthday wishes from friends since a day before my birthday so I was definitely in a good mood. Midnight, SMSes started pouring in so was the phone calls.  A friend called me all the way from Perth. I almost cried cause terharu la kan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how a simple "Happy Birthday" wish can make me feel soooo  extra special. Didn't get any birthday wishes from any of my family members but I guess I kinda gotten used to it already.  No surprises there.... Hhhmmmmm.. Well, sometimes I just wish... Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleagues probably will never read this but I would like to announce to the world that my birthday this year was the best ever and it was the nicest thing a person or people ever did for me, EVER. I told them that I felt special like a princess hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that they've been planning the surprise for the past 2-3 weeks sungguh membuatkan saya terharu to the max!!! You peeps gave me the confirmation that I needed and that my existence in this world was felt by others and it is worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys, you know who you are :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-7125119803475510490?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/7125119803475510490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=7125119803475510490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/7125119803475510490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/7125119803475510490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-b-day.html' title='My B-Day'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-5491334479618149140</id><published>2008-06-25T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T23:46:50.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Have you ever get the feeling as if you know that person your whole life whereas you've only known each other a few months earlier???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird kan???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi best kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing the same hobbies, the same interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting to know each other better and discovered that you even have the same taste in musics, movies, books and food maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how long would it last ya? The excitement of meeting someone new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm not going anywhere with this. Sometimes it's just a phase of your life kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to meet someone who is eccentric and unpretentious (cos I think KL is full of fake KLites). Male or female doesn't matter. I'm flexible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey don't go biru on me. I meant for friendship la doink!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-5491334479618149140?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/5491334479618149140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=5491334479618149140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/5491334479618149140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/5491334479618149140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2008/06/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-6161301362319550150</id><published>2008-06-24T12:37:00.031+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T14:50:12.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days...</title><content type='html'>I've been getting the "one of those days" bug quite frequent these days.&lt;br /&gt;Dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. Is it because of work? Or is it because of the things thats been going on in my life these past months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am just soooo tired of everything. Told a friend the same thing yesterday and he said "can you be more specific?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can cos I myself don't have the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was fun. Was planning with a friend to get away for the weekend just so that we can sit quietly and read books. A weekend getaway so that we can spend time to read books... Hmmmm.. Sounds weird when you actually say it out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, that was the intial plan but turned out to be a camwhoring weekend!!! We didn't even have time to read books!! Buat penat ja bawa 2 books. Damn!!&lt;br /&gt;I was the only one with point &amp;amp; shoot and a Lomo while the other 2 were armed with their mighty DSLRs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time though we managed to venture into Jonkers Street and found the coolest kedai ever. The shop owner is a famous artist, sadly he's only famous outside of Malaysia. I think Malaysian are not ready for his art. I don't know, maybe lah kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shop jual t-shirt but not just ordinary tshirt. This is what I called Tshirt With Attitude. The designs were actually from his drawings and they're really kewwwwllllll!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got sooo rambang mata!!! Macam wanna buy all the tshirt tapi no money so instead I bought 3 tshirts only. Must go there again nanti!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Lolli's new owner changed his name to Tiger. But he's happy with his new owner already. I miss him :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-6161301362319550150?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/6161301362319550150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=6161301362319550150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/6161301362319550150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/6161301362319550150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days...'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-5589480819561791898</id><published>2008-06-02T14:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T14:52:10.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>......</title><content type='html'>Make a wish and place it in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Anything you want.&lt;br /&gt;Everything you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have it?&lt;br /&gt;Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now believe it can come true.&lt;br /&gt;You never know when the next miracle is going to come from.&lt;br /&gt;The next smile.&lt;br /&gt;The next wish come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you believe that it's right around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;And you open you heart and mind to the possibility of it.&lt;br /&gt;To the certainty of it.&lt;br /&gt;You might just get the thing you wishing for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is full of magic.&lt;br /&gt;You just have to believe in it.&lt;br /&gt;So make your wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have it?&lt;br /&gt;Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now believe in it.&lt;br /&gt;With all your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-5589480819561791898?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/5589480819561791898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=5589480819561791898&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/5589480819561791898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/5589480819561791898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='......'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-2333298108597381158</id><published>2008-05-30T14:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:20:35.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates! Updates!!!</title><content type='html'>Good news!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelo is BACK!!!!! Few weeks back, somebody from my neighbourhood called. They've been jaga-ing Chelo for 3 weeks. They found him wandering around and decided to care for him while looking for the owner. So one fine day they found my poster and they called and returned Chelo back to me!!! Yeay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU!!! THANK YOU!!! To Chelo's saviour!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi Chelo still macam tu juga.. Still sombong!!! But I love him nevertheless hahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had BBQ Part II at my house. Good turn out. Good company. Good food. It was sooooo much fun than Part I. I think I should buat Part III soon... Hmmmm.. Maybe later lah :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-2333298108597381158?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/2333298108597381158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=2333298108597381158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/2333298108597381158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/2333298108597381158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2008/05/updates-updates.html' title='Updates! Updates!!!'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-4540108927138885609</id><published>2008-05-06T12:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T14:34:37.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morbid or Suicidal???</title><content type='html'>I took leave yesterday cause I have lots of things to do..&lt;br /&gt;Meet agent for my car insurance renewal, send car for service.. Bla.. Bla.. Bla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once everything's over and done with I went home, tired and too lazy to do anything productive.&lt;br /&gt;The thing I hate most about being alone at home with nothing to do (actually I have lots but as usual I procratinate) is I'll start thinking about all my problems/issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we should always look at the root cause of our problems and try to find ways to solve them. But in my case, I hate thinking about them and I'm hoping if I don't dwell on them it'll eventually go away. Yeah right!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about them always have a negative effect on my mood!! At times I think I can't handle them anymore. I've had it. I'm so tired with everything and I don't know how long I can keep on pretending that everything's OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soooo in need of a time away from everything. Temporarily or permanently??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dwelling on a question last night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If you've been thinking about death, does that makes you Morbid?? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you've been thinking about ceasing to live, does that makes you Suicidal??"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found this in the net this morning. I think it's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways peeps, I think I want to activate my anti-socialiness at least for these next few days or maybe weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Was thinking of spending a time alone away from KL this weekend but a group of my friends is going for white water rafting in Perak this Saturday. So I thought why not join them right?? No rafting for me though I just want to be away from KL. The fake KLites!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I guess my anti-social plan will have to wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-4540108927138885609?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/4540108927138885609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=4540108927138885609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/4540108927138885609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/4540108927138885609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2008/05/morbid-or-suicidal.html' title='Morbid or Suicidal???'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-5234488364274325061</id><published>2008-05-05T16:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T16:55:38.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MISSING!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/SB7JlmtxbjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/qsPntYy5pZE/s1600-h/Chelo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/SB7JlmtxbjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/qsPntYy5pZE/s320/Chelo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196812667917004338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today its been a week and 2 days my darling cat, Chelo is missing. Sob.. Sob..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've put up posters, distributed flyers around the neighborhoods but to no avail. He is still missing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was terrible!! I wanted to call somebody just to talk and I couldn't find anybody in my phonebook that I can talk to. Suddenly I feel so alone. I have lots of friends and yet I feel so alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. My friends are great, it just that I can't open up myself to any of them. I don't think I've ever talk about anything personal with any of my friends hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's just the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can think about right now is I want my cat back, safe and sound.. huhuhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU CHELO!! PLEASE COME HOME!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-5234488364274325061?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/5234488364274325061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=5234488364274325061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/5234488364274325061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/5234488364274325061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2008/05/missing.html' title='MISSING!!'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/SB7JlmtxbjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/qsPntYy5pZE/s72-c/Chelo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-6348476832360172513</id><published>2008-04-28T13:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T15:29:44.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down memory lane...</title><content type='html'>Heya peeps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been awhile. Things has been super crazy lately and my internet got suspended.. etc.. etc.. Sucks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I finally got around to cleaning up my room. Oh god, you have NO idea what rubbish I've been accumulating these past months!!! I even took the before and after photos hahaha.. Just for the fun of it but of course I'm not gonna post them here.. Embarassing wei!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so, while I was cleaning up, I found a few stuff that I brought here from KK. Stuff from the good ol' days :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a stack of letters my friends sent me while I was studying in Sarawak. It was fun reading them again. I am Loved!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I read this 1 particular letter from a person who used to be one of my closest friend then. We are no longer friends now... Sad!!  Truth is, I can't even remember the exact reason why we were fighting and "unfriend" ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I have this strong urge to give her a call and to start all over again on a clean slate but as usual my Super Big Ego prevented me from doing so and cos I don't know where she is now and how to get hold of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking, I know for sure that we'll never be the friend we used to be but I think it'll be good to part in a good way. I mean, if I die tomorrow at least I know that though we're no longer buddies but there a no more bad feelings between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhhmmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-6348476832360172513?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/6348476832360172513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=6348476832360172513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/6348476832360172513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/6348476832360172513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2008/04/down-memory-lane.html' title='Down memory lane...'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-2116313975620064784</id><published>2008-01-08T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T09:27:25.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"What is our deepest fear?"</title><content type='html'>Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.&lt;br /&gt;Your playing small does not serve the world.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing enlightened about shrinking&lt;br /&gt;so that other people won't feel insecure around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all meant to shine as children do.&lt;br /&gt;It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as we let our own lights shine,&lt;br /&gt;we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-2116313975620064784?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/2116313975620064784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=2116313975620064784&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/2116313975620064784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/2116313975620064784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-is-our-deepest-fear.html' title='&quot;What is our deepest fear?&quot;'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-3142392466273291531</id><published>2008-01-02T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T09:59:27.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crappy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/R3rveU6rn1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/0gGBbiQipk8/s1600-h/moody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150692428141535058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/R3rveU6rn1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/0gGBbiQipk8/s320/moody.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in an extremely crappy mood today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not a good way to start the new year!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-3142392466273291531?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/3142392466273291531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=3142392466273291531&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/3142392466273291531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/3142392466273291531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2008/01/be-be-your-love.html' title='Crappy!!'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/R3rveU6rn1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/0gGBbiQipk8/s72-c/moody.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-3660867635393023313</id><published>2007-12-31T01:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T01:41:06.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2008</title><content type='html'>We are coming towards the end of 2007..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking back and thinking what have I achieved this year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing significant enough to remember apparently :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But regardless, it has been a wonderful year. Despite being far away from home, I've discovered that I've made new friends that I can count on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year has always been like any other normal day, the only difference is today is a different year number and the next day is a different number. I am not gonna do the whole new year resolution thingy cos I know I'm not gonna do anything about it, but I am striving to be a better person next year hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, ya.. Laugh all you want!!! I think this year I wanna be more open, not just to myself but also to others and I know I can do it. In fact I've just started today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, a friend wrote that new year is suppose to signifies a new beginning, whatever that may be. So I am wishing all of you Good Luck in your journey towards the new year and may you achieve whatever you heart desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye 2007 and Welcome 2008!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year Everyone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-3660867635393023313?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/3660867635393023313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=3660867635393023313&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/3660867635393023313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/3660867635393023313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year-2008.html' title='Happy New Year 2008'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-6889706871096843779</id><published>2007-12-28T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T01:43:01.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMSing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/R3ShUk6rn0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/g_x06v4m1FA/s1600-h/pms2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148917648870580034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/R3ShUk6rn0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/g_x06v4m1FA/s320/pms2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/R3ShAk6rnzI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/41swp1ivTr8/s1600-h/my-life-cartoon.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wondering why I was always hungry these past days...&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;With sporadic mood swings... Bloatness..&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;This morning I was irritated with my colleague cos I can't hear what she was talking about. &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;"Can you please stop mumbling and talk clearly! I can't hear you laaaaa..."&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;Why do women have to go through this phase every month *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-6889706871096843779?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/6889706871096843779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=6889706871096843779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/6889706871096843779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/6889706871096843779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/12/pmsing.html' title='PMSing...'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/R3ShUk6rn0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/g_x06v4m1FA/s72-c/pms2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-568591176364061815</id><published>2007-12-25T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T12:42:06.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas everybody!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/R3R-jU6rnyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/egVitAm8y5s/s1600-h/061224_merrychristmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148879419366678306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/R3R-jU6rnyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/egVitAm8y5s/s320/061224_merrychristmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am happy cos I have a proper Christmas celebration this year. These last few years, Christmas is just like any other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this year, I have a Christmas tree and Christmas late lunch with my friend's family. She invited me to spend Christmas with her family. We had food, drank wine and talk and talk and talk :D I really felt like I am part of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly realised how much I missed being in a family with parents and siblings. I haven't had those in years and I forgot how it feels like. It makes me a little melancholic :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, we exchanged gifts. Remembering back the joy of unwrapping ones Christmas presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I am ready to let go of Christmas just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;*************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148878818071256818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/R3R-AU6rnvI/AAAAAAAAAGw/oAnxh96zPC0/s320/PC220069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, mua and 2 of my friends went to Penang for our first ever roadtrip together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did we expect that we will be spending most of our time on the road. We definitely underestimate the distance :D &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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148878822366224130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/R3R-Ak6rnwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/TgH7Q6SX1Ks/s320/PC220032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148878830956158738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/R3R-BE6rnxI/AAAAAAAAAHA/23Tpf2o2BgU/s320/PC220036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel we stayed in was marvellous.. It was sooooo nice and cosy. Worth every penny!! I was disappointed though cos we missed breakfast the next morning. We slept like sleeping beauties and didn't woke up until about 10am ++, it was already too late for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnnn!! I really wanted to try the food at The Bungalow. That's the name of the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148873324808085218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/R3R5Ak6rnuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/TZuifpjzIDY/s320/PC220053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, it was a fun weekend. Not bad for our first attempt at roadtripping together. We are planning to go to Cameron Highlands for our second roadtrip but we haven't decided on the dates yet.&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/1526052662037850445-568591176364061815?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/568591176364061815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=568591176364061815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/568591176364061815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/568591176364061815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html' title='Merry Christmas everybody!!!!'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/R3R-jU6rnyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/egVitAm8y5s/s72-c/061224_merrychristmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-3997353530773936719</id><published>2007-12-18T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T20:56:21.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roadtripping again!!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh mannnnn... I am finally roadtripping again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time to Penang and not with my usual monkees friends. We are gonna stay at the Lone Pine Hotel. It's a really old hotel but they refurbished it awhile back and it only have 50 rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photos I saw of the hotel from the net, it look quite decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually really looking forward for this, I need to breath air other than KL's air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think being in KL is a bit suffocating at times.. Gosh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope its gonna be fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is just round the corner. Bought a Christmas tree for meself last Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy with my tree. I don't really celebrate Christmas but I thought having a Christmas tree at home can ease this don't-know-whatcha-called-it feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Happy Holiday everybody..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-3997353530773936719?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/3997353530773936719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=3997353530773936719&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/3997353530773936719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/3997353530773936719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/12/roadtripping-again.html' title='Roadtripping again!!!!'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-1064561515765141908</id><published>2007-12-16T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T16:11:27.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Bugger!!!</title><content type='html'>Been having that feeling again lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just soooo bored with everything these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything doesn't appeal to me anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.O.R.E.D..... B.O.S.A.N....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever get the feeling that everything in KL is fake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very superficial..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a conversation with a friend few weeks ago.. Told her that almost everybody's life in KL  is a FAKE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked, "Whaddya mean??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "I don't know how to explain. Probably it's just me...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to stay in KL but I don't want to go back KK either... In fact I don't want to go anywhere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just disappear? Vanish? Poooffff.... Gone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-1064561515765141908?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/1064561515765141908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=1064561515765141908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/1064561515765141908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/1064561515765141908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-bugger.html' title='Oh Bugger!!!'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-3030009905606265695</id><published>2007-11-30T11:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T17:56:18.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.....Life Is For Living.....</title><content type='html'>Life is a gift we're given each and every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream about tomorrow, but live for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To live a little, you've got to love a whole lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love turns the ordinary into the extraordinary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always worth taking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to smell the roses... and tulips...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and daffodils... and lilacs... and sunflowers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count blessings like children count stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret of a happy life isn't buried in a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;treasure chest... it lies within your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the little moments that make life big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait. Make memories today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Celebrate your life!&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&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/1526052662037850445-3030009905606265695?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/3030009905606265695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=3030009905606265695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/3030009905606265695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/3030009905606265695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/11/life-is-for-living.html' title='.....Life Is For Living.....'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-8229218159987749283</id><published>2007-11-02T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T20:58:54.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terry Fox Run Kuala Lumpur 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/R3Ohek6rntI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Dgqaqv8iILg/s1600-h/PB040820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/R3Ohek6rntI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Dgqaqv8iILg/s320/PB040820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148636345692561106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be Terry Foxing (that's what we called the run in office) this Sunday at Taman Tasik Perdana. The run starts at 9am but we have to be there quite early in the morning. One reason would be cause parking space is limited and since I'll be the designated driver that day, I need to be there early to get a good parking space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll be waking up early this Sunday but at least it's for a good cause. They'll be 100 of us from my company joining the run and I'm sure it's going to be fun, plus 2 of my monkee friends will be there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also dedicating this run to the late mother of a friend of mine, whose life was cut short prematurely due to cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May her soul rest in peace. Al Fatihah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-8229218159987749283?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/8229218159987749283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=8229218159987749283&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/8229218159987749283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/8229218159987749283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/11/terry-fox-run-kuala-lumpur-2007.html' title='Terry Fox Run Kuala Lumpur 2007'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/R3Ohek6rntI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Dgqaqv8iILg/s72-c/PB040820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-2909031864248630208</id><published>2007-10-17T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T20:59:08.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm ANNOYED!!!</title><content type='html'>Is it normal for someone to to be annoyed if things didn't happened as you planned it to be.&lt;br /&gt;I think that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; normal right? Or is it selfish??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that, I can't take it if people cancel on me at the very last minute without a valid reason. OK so maybe that human being didn't exactly promised but usually you know that when a person said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'll PROBABLY go"&lt;/span&gt; usually means  about 90% probability of going right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya la, I'm making up numbers here and there are no scientific researches to support that but that usually what happens right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still hate to think of the other 10% probability happening to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammmnnnnn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Wish by Rascal Flatts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hope that the days come easy and the moments pass slow,&lt;br /&gt;And each road leads you where you want to go,&lt;br /&gt;And if you're faced with a choice, and you have to choose,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you choose the one that means the most to you.&lt;br /&gt;And if one door opens to another door closed,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you keep on walkin' till you find the window,&lt;br /&gt;If it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more than anything, more than anything,&lt;br /&gt;My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,&lt;br /&gt;You never need to carry more than you can hold,&lt;br /&gt;And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this, is my wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you never look back, but ya never forget,&lt;br /&gt;All the ones who love you, in the place you left,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you always forgive, and you never regret,&lt;br /&gt;And you help somebody every chance you get,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you find God's grace, in every mistake,&lt;br /&gt;And you always give more than you take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more than anything, yeah, and more than anything,&lt;br /&gt;My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,&lt;br /&gt;You never need to carry more than you can hold,&lt;br /&gt;And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this, is my wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,&lt;br /&gt;You never need to carry more than you can hold,&lt;br /&gt;And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this, is my wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my wish&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know somebody loves you&lt;br /&gt;May all your dreams stay big&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-2909031864248630208?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/2909031864248630208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=2909031864248630208&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/2909031864248630208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/2909031864248630208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-annoyed.html' title='I&apos;m ANNOYED!!!'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-6185134755113536354</id><published>2007-10-15T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T20:36:25.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates! Updates!!</title><content type='html'>Wassup people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still on hiatus :)  but thought I drop by my blog just to provide some updates on what has been happening last few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been the same, there are a few staff movements in the office including my boss. So we are gonna get a new boss. I hope she's an OK boss. At my current mood, I am soooooo not ready to face a bitchy boss :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a new sofa to replace the old one. The old sofa was ruined by my two furry kids. Barely look like a sofa at all now, so since I got some extra payout recently so I thought I'll head to the nearest furniture shop and bought meself a new couch. It's quite cheap and it's cool looking hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the spirit of celebrating my new sofa, I decided to organise a BBQ buka puasa session with the Monkeys and my office mates. There were lots of cleaning up to do with all the cats' fur flying around my living room and bedroom. I'm suck at marinating chicken too so my lovely colleague helped me out in that department. The outcome, a wonderful tasty BBQed chickens :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The turnout was great, I was initially a bit worried that my place couldn't fit everybody cos I kept on inviting people over. About 20 people attended my do, it was a bit cramped but everybody had fun. There were more than enough food for everybody. I surprised my Monkey friends with a surprise birthday cake too. Everybody happy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hey, Black Eyed Peas coming over to Genting on the 26th October. I'll be going with my friends, well I think I'm going. I hope she beli the tickets already. It's on Friday so I might have to take leave that day. Can't wait!!! I love BEP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things to be updated, I bought TV and a DVD player for my bedroom. I re-arranged some of the furnitures in my room so now it's a bit roomier. I spent RM2000 for my car!!! But it's all worth it. I think!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course SELAMAT HARI RAYA to all!! I am back at my hometown celebrating Raya. This year, lots of people came over to my house. I worked non-stop. Refilling the food, their drinks etc etc... But it was fun! Fun! Fun! A week before my flight back home, I was already in a holiday mood. I barely buat any work at all hahaha.. Well, I did some la. I promise, once I am back from my Raya holiday I'll be a better employee. Yeah right!!!! OK! OK! I will try to be a better employee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now I just want to enjoy what's left of my holidays and at the same time planning my next get together at my house. I'm thinking a slumber party. Might be fun?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK peeps that's all for now. I'll update some more when I have time and more ideas to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I'm on hiatus till further notice :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-6185134755113536354?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/6185134755113536354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=6185134755113536354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/6185134755113536354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/6185134755113536354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/10/updates-updates.html' title='Updates! Updates!!'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-2619465924806382768</id><published>2007-09-24T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T00:25:47.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The new man in my life :)</title><content type='html'>Everybody... Meet Ollie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met him today at Low Yat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bertentang mata for a few minutes and finally decided to take him home with me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is now resting with me in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I foresee that both of us will be having lotsa fun from now onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to try out my new camera, Ollie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RvaR4XAb6jI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1kCpaJ99Fog/s1600-h/FE+280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RvaR4XAb6jI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1kCpaJ99Fog/s320/FE+280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113434824360323634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time around I'll make sure to take really good care of my new camera. Don't want for the banana to fruit twice &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(muahahahhaha... direct translation sumore!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok peeps, lemme enjoy my new best friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-2619465924806382768?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/2619465924806382768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=2619465924806382768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/2619465924806382768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/2619465924806382768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-man-in-my-life.html' title='The new man in my life :)'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RvaR4XAb6jI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1kCpaJ99Fog/s72-c/FE+280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-4527159455408741882</id><published>2007-08-27T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T15:21:49.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On hiatus until further notice..</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently on an indefinite hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'm too lazy to update my blog plus I don't have time to do it and somehow the joy of blogging has drained out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I take off, here are some updates of the things happening in my life in the past weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: remember my blood test result, I'm OK!!! Woohooo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Went &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;to a friend's brother's wedding in Puchong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; on the 4rd Au&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;gust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RtJ1ZnHNOTI/AAAAAAAAAE8/julDGyli6HU/s1600-h/IMG_0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103270410620582194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RtJ1ZnHNOTI/AAAAAAAAAE8/julDGyli6HU/s320/IMG_0060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Went to a friend's convocation in Lim Kok Wing on the 11th August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/_IuHHIVHnZak/RtJ1aHHNOUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/mTiJLIqbTDU/s1600-h/IMG_0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103270419210516802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RtJ1aHHNOUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/mTiJLIqbTDU/s320/IMG_0087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RtJ1aXHNOVI/AAAAAAAAAFM/K6Xx5ior64Q/s1600-h/IMG_0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103270423505484114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RtJ1aXHNOVI/AAAAAAAAAFM/K6Xx5ior64Q/s320/IMG_0079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RtJ2gnHNOaI/AAAAAAAAAF0/yZJ7o3yYYgk/s1600-h/Fireworks2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103271630391294370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RtJ2gnHNOaI/AAAAAAAAAF0/yZJ7o3yYYgk/s320/Fireworks2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RtJ2gXHNOYI/AAAAAAAAAFk/cwwsqyrnBGk/s1600-h/Fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103271626096327042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RtJ2gXHNOYI/AAAAAAAAAFk/cwwsqyrnBGk/s320/Fireworks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Pics &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;above :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; Went to watch the Malaysian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;International Fireworks Compe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;tition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)" href="http://www.mifc.com.my/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(MIFC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;on the 18th August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;photos courtesy of a friend of mine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Attended a friend's wedding on the 23rd and 24th but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;didn't take any photos to post here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Pics below : Went to Melaka on the 25th August&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;with a group&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;of my monkey friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RtJ1bHHNOXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WdxhQW1eQ40/s1600-h/IMG_0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103270436390386034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RtJ1bHHNOXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WdxhQW1eQ40/s320/IMG_0105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RtJ2gnHNOZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/zDZgCsYkrDk/s1600-h/IMG_0129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103271630391294354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RtJ2gnHNOZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/zDZgCsYkrDk/s320/IMG_0129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RtJ1a3HNOWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/tyz8EzI6qC8/s1600-h/IMG_0133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103270432095418722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RtJ1a3HNOWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/tyz8EzI6qC8/s320/IMG_0133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-4527159455408741882?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/4527159455408741882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=4527159455408741882&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/4527159455408741882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/4527159455408741882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-hiatus-until-further-notice.html' title='On hiatus until further notice..'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RtJ1ZnHNOTI/AAAAAAAAAE8/julDGyli6HU/s72-c/IMG_0060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-4214401518485087649</id><published>2007-08-17T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T20:41:49.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>Called the clinic today at noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blood test result is ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to see the doctor tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dup Dup.. Dup Dup.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*heart beat*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck peeps. Hope it's nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-4214401518485087649?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/4214401518485087649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=4214401518485087649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/4214401518485087649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/4214401518485087649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-3673479672893876583</id><published>2007-08-06T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T17:47:33.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bored...</title><content type='html'>I'm at Impiana Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been doing work since last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The others are currently in a very lively discussion on something about policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here sitting at the end of the table, blogging, pretending to be busy hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwang! Kwang! Kwang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*OK, back to my research!! no more playing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-3673479672893876583?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/3673479672893876583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=3673479672893876583&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/3673479672893876583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/3673479672893876583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-bored.html' title='I&apos;m bored...'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-5821771855521954230</id><published>2007-07-27T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T22:32:41.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highly recommended!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RqoAy3LQTzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/AXiEFNHrMs8/s1600-h/the-simpsons-movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RqoAy3LQTzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/AXiEFNHrMs8/s320/the-simpsons-movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091883202500382514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RqoAXXLQTyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/_LSOcCuWVok/s1600-h/simpsons-movie-trailer-2-20-07.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RqoAXXLQTyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/_LSOcCuWVok/s320/simpsons-movie-trailer-2-20-07.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091882730053979938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to watch this movie yesterday with my office mates. It was hilarious!! Extremely funny!!&lt;br /&gt;Go on peeps, hurry to the cinema near you and get those movie tickets ASAP. Believe me, it's a movie that worth every single penny spent :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-5821771855521954230?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/5821771855521954230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=5821771855521954230&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/5821771855521954230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/5821771855521954230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/07/highly-recommended.html' title='Highly recommended!!!'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RqoAy3LQTzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/AXiEFNHrMs8/s72-c/the-simpsons-movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-2606594847472338963</id><published>2007-07-22T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T11:05:11.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday night out..</title><content type='html'>I went to the &lt;a href="http://klsingsong.blogspot.com/"&gt;KL Sing Song&lt;/a&gt; last Friday night at KLPAC with one of my monkey friends and a friend from work. The other monkey friend have to cancel due to work commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was excited since two of the singer-songwriters that I like were performing that night. As usual Reza Salleh and Mia Palencia didn't disappoint. The first set of the gig was good although I kinda thought Jerome Kugan a bit "syok sendiri" :) Love Mei Chern's voice. It was so hauntingly good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good stuff was on the second set when Reza, Mia and Melina William took to the stage.&lt;br /&gt;They sang for 3 rounds and an encore but still not enough. Must find out where and when is their next gig!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-2606594847472338963?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/2606594847472338963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=2606594847472338963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/2606594847472338963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/2606594847472338963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/07/friday-night-out.html' title='Friday night out..'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-3584050593901347785</id><published>2007-07-17T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T22:28:29.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny banned commercials</title><content type='html'>I was bored today.. These days, everything seems to be slower. I still don't feel like working and my crappy mood hasn't improved much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was exploring a few websites and settled on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typed in "banned commercials".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise.. Surprise.. There're 4,630 videos for me to view. Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're freakin' funny and really helped enlighten my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PRiYkwtBK34"&gt;4 banned commericals&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xzZ-lCeeFAU&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;Men in toilet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nb3mshCWmgA&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;Mastercard - Priceless&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cUEkOVdUjHc&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;Learn English&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LE_Ezm0X5C8&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;Breast exam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't gone through all yet, with 4000++ videos for me to view, it'll keep me entertain for at least a few months :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-3584050593901347785?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/3584050593901347785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=3584050593901347785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/3584050593901347785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/3584050593901347785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/07/funny-banned-commercials.html' title='Funny banned commercials'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-6334681501543716579</id><published>2007-07-14T01:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T00:00:31.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An un-named post</title><content type='html'>*Warning: This is an emo post!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever get the feeling that even though you are surrounded by people you love and the people who loves you, yet, you still feel all alone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I wasn't talking about my current single status but just the empty hallow feeling inside of me.. oh I don't know.. It's just indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like being in a roomful of people, yet all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RpjtAerDD0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/ub8bu4x06NE/s1600-h/alone11.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RpjtAerDD0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/ub8bu4x06NE/s320/alone11.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087076371604377410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tired of putting on a happy face and being chirpy all the time pretending to be happy when the truth is I don't even know whether I am happy or not!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What worries me is that I think my current state is affecting my job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-6334681501543716579?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/6334681501543716579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=6334681501543716579&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/6334681501543716579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/6334681501543716579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/07/un-named-post.html' title='An un-named post'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RpjtAerDD0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/ub8bu4x06NE/s72-c/alone11.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-6828082928657817774</id><published>2007-07-09T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T19:28:55.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RpoElerDD1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/O4pXeqATcq8/s1600-h/alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RpoElerDD1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/O4pXeqATcq8/s320/alone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087383771003686738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-6828082928657817774?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/6828082928657817774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=6828082928657817774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/6828082928657817774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/6828082928657817774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RpoElerDD1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/O4pXeqATcq8/s72-c/alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-3385068850708911220</id><published>2007-07-05T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T20:44:19.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unsung Heroes</title><content type='html'>I was reading The Sun this morning in the office and came across this ad. I just thought the jobs advertised are not something you get to see everyday and to satisfy my curiosity,  I log in to &lt;a href="http://www.mtvasia.com/unsunghero/"&gt;MTVasia's website&lt;/a&gt; to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RoxNU9dldoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/D--iAmIyV7I/s1600-h/0966_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RoxNU9dldoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/D--iAmIyV7I/s320/0966_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083523101885822594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love their creativity and had fun watching their videos. To apply for the Beeper post, you have to play the beeper game. Those with the higher score will be in the running to become  one of MTV's Unsung Heroes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interested? Anybody? hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtvasia.com/unsunghero/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-3385068850708911220?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/3385068850708911220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=3385068850708911220&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/3385068850708911220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/3385068850708911220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/07/unsung-hero.html' title='The Unsung Heroes'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RoxNU9dldoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/D--iAmIyV7I/s72-c/0966_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-4805544393014990620</id><published>2007-07-02T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T15:25:42.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moi Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>Yes yes.. Today is my 27th birthday. Happy birthday to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started out like any other day. Woke up late, arrived office 20mins late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received some birthday wishes from my office mates. Some smses, emails and phone calls from my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received my first birthday present from my ex-bosses. A lembu hand rest. Yeay!! An addition to my lembu family hehehe..&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/_IuHHIVHnZak/RokLSddldkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ytQPZusjwRA/s1600-h/IMAGE_020a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082606066238584386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RokLSddldkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ytQPZusjwRA/s320/IMAGE_020a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-size:78%;color:#000000;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The moo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;moo hand rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After that the day just went on like any other normal day in the office. Except I think my fever's back. Damnnn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day could have gone like normal except at about quarter after 5pm, my work mates surprised me with a cake!!! Yay!! A surprise birthday cake. I'm touched. The last birthday surprise I had was when I was still in school on my 17th birthday. That was 10 years ago!!! (I wonder if my 37th birthday will be a lot better hehehe..)&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/_IuHHIVHnZak/RokLStdldlI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XYOrfPzVBcU/s1600-h/IMAGE_021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082606070533551698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RokLStdldlI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XYOrfPzVBcU/s320/IMAGE_021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;birthday cake! (What's left &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;of it..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They gave me a camera as a birthday present. Not an ordinary camera though. I LOVE THIS CAMERA!! It's a Fisheye camera by Lomography. As written on the box "The brand new version of the world's first, best and only 35mm compact fisheye camera". Love the camera mannn!! Prolly I'll post up some of the photos nanti once I've developed the film. By the way, this is not a digital camera OK, it uses the ol' skool camera film.. hehehehe... And they already loaded it with a 36 Kodak film.&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/_IuHHIVHnZak/RokLWddldmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/dM_EWM7QujU/s1600-h/IMG_0169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082606134958061154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RokLWddldmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/dM_EWM7QujU/s320/IMG_0169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My brand&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;new Fisheye camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to try it out!! Oh mannn.. This year is definitely the best birthday after sooooo many years of not celebrating my birthday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RokLXtdldnI/AAAAAAAAAEM/G9GGSlKKRbE/s1600-h/IMG_0175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082606156432897650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RokLXtdldnI/AAAAAAAAAEM/G9GGSlKKRbE/s320/IMG_0175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my work mates... Love you peeps for the coolest birthday present ever.. Mwah! Mwah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-4805544393014990620?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/4805544393014990620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=4805544393014990620&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/4805544393014990620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/4805544393014990620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/07/moi-birthday.html' title='Moi Birthday!!'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RokLSddldkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ytQPZusjwRA/s72-c/IMAGE_020a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-5645972194504131011</id><published>2007-07-02T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T15:28:26.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun-Filled Weekend With The Monkeys!!</title><content type='html'>As predicted, I had an extremely fun weekend with my two monkey friends. Altho' I was sick last Friday but I definitely didn't let that hinder me from spending some QT with my friends in Perak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our journey started in Ipoh. We went to our friend's house in Rapat Setia, kidnapped her and brought her to Kellie's Castle. Kesian her jadi tukang angkat tripod hahaha cos the rest of us were so busy taking photos of the castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RokDq9dlddI/AAAAAAAAAC8/as-fQl0Nicc/s1600-h/IMG_0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082597691052357074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RokDq9dlddI/AAAAAAAAAC8/as-fQl0Nicc/s320/IMG_0045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-size:78%;color:#000066;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;ellie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;s's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; castle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RokFLddldjI/AAAAAAAAADs/2sdZOLzKIYM/s1600-h/IMG_0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082599348909733426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RokFLddldjI/AAAAAAAAADs/2sdZOLzKIYM/s320/IMG_0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Pentagram drawn on the castle's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Next stop, lunch in some restaurant at Ipoh's town. We delivered our friend back to her home in one piece and proceeded to Damai Laut Country Resort where we spent a night in my company's resthouse. Before that, off we went to the beach for some sunset shots.&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/_IuHHIVHnZak/RokDrddldeI/AAAAAAAAADE/LlCKyQgfhDs/s1600-h/IMG_0094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082597699642291682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RokDrddldeI/AAAAAAAAADE/LlCKyQgfhDs/s320/IMG_0094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The sunset at Damai Laut Country&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Resort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RokDr9dldfI/AAAAAAAAADM/pXuQSiskCQs/s1600-h/IMG_0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082597708232226290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RokDr9dldfI/AAAAAAAAADM/pXuQSiskCQs/s320/IMG_0101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Some random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; shot of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;beach area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That night my friend so semangat, "tomorrow we bangun 6.00am. 6.30am latest. Lets start the day early!". The next day, we all bangun at 9am!!! Muahahahahahaha... Our first destination for the day was the jetty nearby for some more photo taking activity.&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/_IuHHIVHnZak/RokDs9dldgI/AAAAAAAAADU/3GD4yLIs70M/s1600-h/IMG_0116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082597725412095490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RokDs9dldgI/AAAAAAAAADU/3GD4yLIs70M/s320/IMG_0116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Signboard at the Jetty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RokDttdldhI/AAAAAAAAADc/KWUzJ-mc2hA/s1600-h/IMG_0131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082597738296997394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RokDttdldhI/AAAAAAAAADc/KWUzJ-mc2hA/s320/IMG_0131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After about 30 mins under the hot sun, we're off to Teluk Intan. Konon to take some shots of the Leaning Tower of Diamond Bay (sounds nicer in English kan hehehe..) After sesating for about an hour and a half trying to find the way to Teluk Intan and harassing a few people asking for direction, we managed to get to Teluk Intan just in time for lunch. Had lunch and proceeded to do what we do best, posing and took photos inside the leaning tower hehehe.. (I imagined the tower to be a lot higher and impressive looking tapi looks ordinary to me and not so senget too)&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/_IuHHIVHnZak/RokFK9dldiI/AAAAAAAAADk/bHXfwLmKehw/s1600-h/IMG_0138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082599340319798818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RokFK9dldiI/AAAAAAAAADk/bHXfwLmKehw/s320/IMG_0138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Leaning tower of Teluk Intan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That was the last destination before we headed back to KL. I slept most of the way back. Was so tired plus I got my headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived home at bout 7++pm. Unpack, shower and pengsan till morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We already have some more roadtrip planned for the months ahead. I hope it's going to be as fun as this one. This was also the longest time ever I sat on the passenger seat behind cos usually either I was the designated driver or the co-pilot. So fun, I get to pretend like I was the boss. "Driver, jalan!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-5645972194504131011?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/5645972194504131011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=5645972194504131011&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/5645972194504131011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/5645972194504131011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/07/fun-filled-weekend-with-monkeys.html' title='Fun-Filled Weekend With The Monkeys!!'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RokDq9dlddI/AAAAAAAAAC8/as-fQl0Nicc/s72-c/IMG_0045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-1014158705113625236</id><published>2007-06-29T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T18:26:01.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're gonna rock Perak this weekend hehehe..</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday I was having dinner with my 2 friends. We initially wanted to meet up for brunch on Saturday but then we decided to go somewhere far far away from KL instead. We decided to go to Perak which was earlier planned for July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, I booked my company's resthouse in Damai Laut and we're set for a roadtrip this Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see my friend in Ipoh and the roadtrip with my 2 monkey friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a FUN FILLED weekend!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-1014158705113625236?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/1014158705113625236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=1014158705113625236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/1014158705113625236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/1014158705113625236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/06/were-gonna-rock-perak-this-weekend.html' title='We&apos;re gonna rock Perak this weekend hehehe..'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-7787322894232507443</id><published>2007-06-28T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T20:48:12.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in love with Optimus Prime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RoR0-ddldcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lZO0mv1S9Cc/s1600-h/transformers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RoR0-ddldcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lZO0mv1S9Cc/s320/transformers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081314895990191554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my friend texted me that she managed to get the premiere tickets to watch Transformers at Cineleisure and the movie starts at 9.20pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at my Dale Carnegie's graduation and trying very hard to repress my excitement, else I'll be jumping up and down and the other participants may thought I was on sugar high :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right after my graduation, I went to pick up my friend at TTDI, had dinner at Dome and we're off to Cineleisure. Damn ramai orang weiiii!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in awe throughout the movie. It was amazing!! Simply an amazing movie!! I love everything about it. Even the robots were pimped up. The first time Optimus Prime appeared on screen, everybody went "oooo" and "aaaaa" and clapped their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning to watch it again and this time around I wanna watch it at IMAX. Woohooo... "Watch Transformers, LIFE-SIZED. Only at IMAX"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to my friend who gave me the tickets. Mwah mwah.. Love you long-long hehehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-7787322894232507443?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/7787322894232507443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=7787322894232507443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/7787322894232507443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/7787322894232507443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-in-love-with-optimus-prime.html' title='I&apos;m in love with Optimus Prime'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RoR0-ddldcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lZO0mv1S9Cc/s72-c/transformers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-8495364626560240102</id><published>2007-06-26T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T18:15:07.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guerrilla Advertising</title><content type='html'>I&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; stumbled upon a website today which have lists of some very interesting news, articles, pictures and video etc etc...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haven't looked into it all yet but so far these are my favourite..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guerrilla marketing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;, as described by Jay Conrad Levinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; in his popular 1984 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guerrilla Marketing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;, is an unconventional way of performing promotional &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;activities on a very low budget. Such promotions are sometimes designed so that the target audience is left unaware they have been marketed to and may therefore be a form of undercover marketing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(also called stealth marketing). &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(an excerpt from Wikipedia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Below are some examples of great guerrilla advertising (they are not from Malaysia though) but they are soooo good!! Brilliant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_IuHHIVHnZak/RoDeZGsHn6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/dtQsbppOeto/s1600-h/fedex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RoDeZGsHn6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/dtQsbppOeto/s320/fedex.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080304902547677090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;This is my favourite. FedEx's excellent way of promoting their delivery speed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RoDd9GsHn4I/AAAAAAAAABs/n82ly9l7Gss/s1600-h/balloon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RoDd9GsHn4I/AAAAAAAAABs/n82ly9l7Gss/s320/balloon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080304421511339906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Vacuum cleaner ad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RoDeZmsHn7I/AAAAAAAAACE/OoDCKkTu0lU/s1600-h/mcdonalds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RoDeZmsHn7I/AAAAAAAAACE/OoDCKkTu0lU/s320/mcdonalds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080304911137611698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;McDonald ad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RoDd62sHn0I/AAAAAAAAABM/tJrMeHOy2tM/s1600-h/watch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RoDd62sHn0I/AAAAAAAAABM/tJrMeHOy2tM/s320/watch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080304382856634178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Watch ad. You can even try it on to see how it looks on your wrist :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&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/_IuHHIVHnZak/RoDeY2sHn5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/cp0toTiz3Eo/s1600-h/beer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RoDeY2sHn5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/cp0toTiz3Eo/s320/beer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080304898252709778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;Beer ad in a bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&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/_IuHHIVHnZak/RoDd8WsHn3I/AAAAAAAAABk/OlcqzRUd-TM/s1600-h/roulette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RoDd8WsHn3I/AAAAAAAAABk/OlcqzRUd-TM/s320/roulette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080304408626438002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Casino ad on an airport conveyor belt. How cool is that?!! French roulette anybody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RoDevWsHn_I/AAAAAAAAACk/vIwuwjBsjc0/s1600-h/football.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RoDevWsHn_I/AAAAAAAAACk/vIwuwjBsjc0/s320/football.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080305284799766514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You can even play ball in the men's room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_IuHHIVHnZak/RoDeaGsHn9I/AAAAAAAAACU/5dJfCkgUjso/s1600-h/mini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RoDeaGsHn9I/AAAAAAAAACU/5dJfCkgUjso/s320/mini.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080304919727546322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;or test your aiming skill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RoDd7GsHn1I/AAAAAAAAABU/NlV1w6kJgcw/s1600-h/superglue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RoDd7GsHn1I/AAAAAAAAABU/NlV1w6kJgcw/s320/superglue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080304387151601490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Superglue ad showing off  how powerful the glue is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RoDeZ2sHn8I/AAAAAAAAACM/-ZO9nG1nUEE/s1600-h/calls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RoDeZ2sHn8I/AAAAAAAAACM/-ZO9nG1nUEE/s320/calls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080304915432579010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A mobile service provider ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RoDiUGsHoAI/AAAAAAAAACs/wJW8F-kag8w/s1600-h/mrclean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RoDiUGsHoAI/AAAAAAAAACs/wJW8F-kag8w/s320/mrclean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080309214694842370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;and finally, a Mr. Clean ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Don't you think they were brilliant!! I love it!! I wish I can come up with ideas like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more at funnymos.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-8495364626560240102?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/8495364626560240102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=8495364626560240102&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/8495364626560240102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/8495364626560240102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/06/guerrilla-advertising.html' title='Guerrilla Advertising'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RoDeZGsHn6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/dtQsbppOeto/s72-c/fedex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-4223879217541186804</id><published>2007-06-21T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T16:40:50.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeay.. Roadtrip!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RnuGT2sHnzI/AAAAAAAAABE/B-HK9u7ntEc/s1600-h/RTcancel.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RnuGT2sHnzI/AAAAAAAAABE/B-HK9u7ntEc/s320/RTcancel.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078800680446566194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'm going for a roadtrip this weekend with my ol' skool friends. Not far la, just Melaka.&lt;br /&gt;My friend has work to do actually so I just tag along together with another friend hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;Something to look forward to.. Yeay!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  Alaaaa.. The roadtrip have to be cancel since one of my friend can't make it instead we are going to have lunch together tomorrow and maybe catch a movie after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However we already planned for another roadtrip to Ipoh sometime in July. We are going to see another ol' skool friend and celebrate her birthday sekali. The last time I met her was in 2001 I think. Phewww... that was a long time ago!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, hope this time round we can make it happen :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-4223879217541186804?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/4223879217541186804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=4223879217541186804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/4223879217541186804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/4223879217541186804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/06/woohooo-roadtrip.html' title='Yeay.. Roadtrip!!!'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RnuGT2sHnzI/AAAAAAAAABE/B-HK9u7ntEc/s72-c/RTcancel.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-8772053197332448559</id><published>2007-06-19T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T17:15:30.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love thee country..</title><content type='html'>I know it's June and still a bit early to be in a Merdeka or patriotic mood. But anyways, I was going through the online newspapers and came across this article&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://online.wsj.com/article/SB118222037462040045.html?mod=googlenews_wsj"&gt;"A Burmese Birthday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://online.wsj.com/article/SB118222037462040045.html?mod=googlenews_wsj"&gt;"&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Aung San Suu Kyi; born 19 June 1945 in Yangon (Rangoon), is a non-violent pro-democracy activist and leader of the National League for Democracy in Myanmar (Burma), and a noted prisoner of conscience. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(an excerpt taken from Wikipedia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RneddGsHntI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z5zCjGlSjhU/s1600-h/132px-Daw_Aung_San_Suu_Kyi.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RneddGsHntI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z5zCjGlSjhU/s320/132px-Daw_Aung_San_Suu_Kyi.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077700228220952274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The story of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aung_San_Suu_Kyi"&gt;Aung San Suu Kyi&lt;/a&gt; really inspires me. The story of her sacrifices for the love of her country. And today, just as her previous years, she will spend another birthday alone. Today is her 62nd birthday. As for the last 17 birthdays since 1990, she has been celebrating it as a captive in her own home. She has been put under house arrest by the Burma's military junta and isn't allowed to to have any visitors even her own family and friends. As of May this year, her detention has been extended for another year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As described by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gordon_Brown"&gt;Gordon Brown&lt;/a&gt; in his book "Courage: Eight Portraits";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So Suu Kyi's courage is the courage to sacrifice her own happiness and a comfortable life so that, through her struggle, she might win the right of an entire nation to seek happy and comfortable lives. It is the absolute expression of selflessness. Paradoxically, in sacrificing her own liberty, she strengthens its cry and bolsters its claim for the people she represents."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And quoting one of her most famous speeches is the "Freedom From Fear" speech, which begins:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"It is not power that corrupts but fear. Fear of losing power corrupts those who wield it and fear of the scourge of power corrupts those who are subject to it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing but utmost respect for this lady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-8772053197332448559?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/8772053197332448559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=8772053197332448559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/8772053197332448559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/8772053197332448559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-thee-country.html' title='Love thee country..'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RneddGsHntI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z5zCjGlSjhU/s72-c/132px-Daw_Aung_San_Suu_Kyi.JPEG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-8368048877156125433</id><published>2007-06-18T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T15:29:11.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Medical breakthrough!! Woohoooo!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm currently reading a book by Mary Roach entitled &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;"Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadaver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's an interesting book&lt;b&gt;, &lt;/b&gt;funny but verrrryyyy educational.&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;In one of its footnote there was a brief mentioning on this topic  and while I was browsing to the net, I found a study conducted by these 4 people (&lt;strong&gt;Willibrord Weijmar Schultz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;nowrap&gt;, &lt;i&gt;associate professor of gynaecology&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;/nowrap&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Pek van Andel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;nowrap&gt;, &lt;i&gt;physiologist&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;/nowrap&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ida Sabelis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;nowrap&gt;, &lt;i&gt;anthropologist&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;/nowrap&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Eduard Mooyaart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;nowrap&gt;, &lt;i&gt;radiologist&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/nowrap&gt; who have nothing better to do other than taking MR images of people having sex!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are the Abstract of the paper,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Objective:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;       To find out whether taking images of the male and female genitals during coitus is feasible and to find out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;whether former and current ideas about the anatomy during sexual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;intercourse and during female sexual arousal are based on assumptions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;or on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;facts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Design:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;        Observational&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;study.        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;       University hospital in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Netherlands.        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Methods:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;       Magnetic resonance imaging was used to study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the female sexual response and the male and female genitals during&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;coitus. Thirteen experiments were performed with eight couples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and three single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;women. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RnYpCGsHnsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f_561PH7vc4/s1600-h/schw4391.f3l.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RnYpCGsHnsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f_561PH7vc4/s320/schw4391.f3l.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077290746038951618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Results:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;       The images obtained showed that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;during intercourse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;in the "missionary position" the penis has the shape of a boomerang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and 1/3 of its length consists of the root of the penis. During&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;female sexual arousal without intercourse the uterus was raised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and the anterior vaginal wall lengthened. The size of the uterus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;did not increase during sexual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;arousal.        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;       Taking magnetic resonance images of the male&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and female genitals during coitus is feasible and contributes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;to understanding of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;anatomy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righttttt...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, for those wanting to read further on this and to satisfy your curiosity, click on the link below and enjoys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bmj.com/cgi/content/full/319/7225/1596?fmr"&gt;http://www.bmj.com/cgi/content/full/319/7225/1596?fmr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-8368048877156125433?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/8368048877156125433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=8368048877156125433&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/8368048877156125433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/8368048877156125433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/06/medical-breakthrough-woohoooo.html' title='Medical breakthrough!! Woohoooo!!!!'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/RnYpCGsHnsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f_561PH7vc4/s72-c/schw4391.f3l.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-6296257516467512173</id><published>2007-06-15T12:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T18:30:52.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattooooooooooooo.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went back to my hometown earlier this month. I just needed to get away from work and chill around my beloved town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Most of my time was spent eating all the food that I can't find in KL (the taste is not the same as the one in KK hehehe..). Dragged my friends and cousins around town in search of tasty pau, chicken rice, wantan mee (there's this one shop selling wantan mee, he called it wantan USA as in Udang Seafood Ayam.. Err.. Udang bukan seafood aaa???) Crazy sedap weiiii... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Other than idling around the house, I also spent a few hours everyday, sitting in front of my cousin's laptop surfing the net (my internet at home still "bodoh". It's been 2 months but I'm so lazy to fix it hehehe..). While I was surfing Wikipedia (Wiki rawks mannnn...) I found this link &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.hanzismatter.com/"&gt;www.hanzismatter.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's a blog dedicated to the misuse of Chinese characters in western culture especially in tattoo. I read the first entry and I was hooked!!! I spent the next few days reading most of the previous entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways people, if you are considering a kanji or hanzi tattoo, make sure you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;do some research first, else you'll end up being one of them as posted on Hanzi Smatter&lt;/span&gt;, a permanent tattoo on you body which might translated into "I'm a horny goat" :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is one blog that is highly recommended by me. Come on, read it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-6296257516467512173?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/6296257516467512173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=6296257516467512173&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/6296257516467512173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/6296257516467512173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/06/tattooooooooooooo.html' title='Tattooooooooooooo.....'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-1456502627959509950</id><published>2007-05-13T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T20:54:36.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things we do for our FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>The things we do for our friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Sunday, and today I woke up at 6.30am!! Did I mentioned its freaking Sunday and I woke up at 6.30am??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Cause I promised my friends I'll join them for their photography session at USJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Sunday morning, I woke up, shower and waited for my friend to pick me up and drove to TTDI to join another friend and again drove to USJ to pick up yet another friend and her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I ask myself why did I bangun early this Sunday morning and joined them for the photography session when all I did was duduk bawah some pondok and membaca outdated magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the reasons are;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've not seen my friend and her daughter for almost a year and this is a good time for me to catch up with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I've never seen my photographer friend in action before, so now is the chance to see her in action. (Altho' I only observed from a far cause I was sooo lazy to follow them around hehehe...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It's always fun to be around friends that I love and we've known each other almost forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breakfast was good too. I was hungry and I had an extremely delicious roti bakar at one of the kopitiam in Taipan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were done at bout 10.30am, my friend sent me home and me pengsan sleeping beauty right in the middle of my bed at approximately 12.30pm. Bliss!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-1456502627959509950?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/1456502627959509950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=1456502627959509950&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/1456502627959509950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/1456502627959509950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/05/things-we-do-for-our-friends.html' title='Things we do for our FRIENDS'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-8825521732210356046</id><published>2007-05-12T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T19:04:14.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Law of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Law of Mechanical  Repair:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;After your  hands become coated with grease your nose will begin to itch or you'll have to  pee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Law of  the Workshop:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Any  tool, when dropped, will roll to the least accessible  corner.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Law  of probability:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The probability of being watched is directly proportional  to the stupidity of the act.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Law of the  Telephone:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;When  you dial a wrong number, you never get a busy  signal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Law  of the Alibi:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;If  you tell the boss a flat tire made you late for work, the very next morning you  will have a flat tire.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Variation Law:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;If you change lines (or traffic lanes), the one you were  in will start to move faster than the one you are in  now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bath&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Theorem:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;When the body is fully immersed in water, the telephone  rings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Law of  Close Encounters:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The probability of meeting someone you know increases  when you are with someone you don't want to be seen  with.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Law of  the Result:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;When  you try to prove to someone that a machine won't work, it  will.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Law of  Biomechanics:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The  severity of the itch is inversely proportional to the  reach.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Theater Rule:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;At any event, people with seats furthest from the aisle,  arrive last.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Law of Coffee:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;As soon as you sit down to a cup of hot coffee, your boss  will ask you to do something that lasts until the coffee is  cold.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Murphy's Law of  Lockers:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;If there  are only two people in a locker room, they will have adjacent  lockers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Law  of Location:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Wherever you go, There you  are!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Law of  Logical Argument:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Anything is possible if you don't know what you're  talking about.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brown's Law:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;If the shoe fits, it's  ugly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oliver's Law:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;A closed mouth gathers no  feet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wilson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'s Law:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;As soon as you find a product you really like, they will  stop making it.&lt;/strong&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/1526052662037850445-8825521732210356046?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/8825521732210356046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=8825521732210356046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/8825521732210356046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/8825521732210356046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-stupid.html' title='Law of...'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-5664744730281381102</id><published>2007-05-07T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T18:46:46.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saya Memanjat Gunung Ledang</title><content type='html'>Date: 1 - 2 May 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While most Malaysian was resting at home enjoying the Labour Day holiday, a bunch of us woke up early that 1st May 2007 (me bangun 4.15am ok!!) to begin the journey of conquering Mount Ledang. That early morning, as early as 4.30am, I began my rounds of "collecting" people which started at Wangsa Maju, then Taman Tun and finally Bangsar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As planned, all of us met at Kajang toll so that we can go together-gether to Tangkak Town for our breakfast. The roti telur sedap wei, tapi banyak lalat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some short briefing by the Taman Negara Ledang staff, and some confusion over declaring every single item that we're going to bawa with us, the ascend started at 10am. The first 50meters I was already gasping for breath!!! What an embarrassment!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically the 1st Check Point is called Bukit Semput!! How fitting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked alone cause I think it was easier for me , no pressure from the people behind me or to catch up with the people in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our base camp was at Check Point 4 (there were 8 check points all together, The Summit being the last check point). We rested for about 2 hours before starting the journey up to the summit of Mount Ledang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check point 5 and 6 was easy. Going towards Check Point 7 was HELL!! They called it KFC as in Killing Fitness Centre. What a fitting name indeed. I almost busted my knees from all the climbing. I didn't know that it was going to be this physical and I was totally not prepared. There was a time when I just felt like giving up. But I kept pushing myself again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we reached the Summit I was too tired enjoy it. It was already dark when we got there anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey back was worst!!! It was a never ending journey for all of us. We walked and walked, at every corner I wished it was the last one. But noooo.. it took us forever to get there. We arrived at the base camp at almost 3am!! That was a 12 hour journey from the base camp to the summit and down to the base camp. By the time we arrived, everybody was extremely exhausted. By then I lost my ability to smile, all I can think of was sleep, sleep and sleep!! We finally slept at about 4.45am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we started our descend at about 11am. Again I walked down alone. Slowly and enjoying the view. The trail was wet because of the rain. I slipped a few times. Habis kotor my baju and seluar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, those 2 days was the most tiring day of my life after the Mount Kinabalu expedition. But nevertheless, it was extremely fun and the experience was something that I will never forget for the rest of my life. My whole body ache like hell but it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downside though I lost my camera and my glasses. Damn it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-5664744730281381102?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/5664744730281381102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=5664744730281381102&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/5664744730281381102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/5664744730281381102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/05/saya-memanjat-gunung-ledang.html' title='Saya Memanjat Gunung Ledang'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-143177897831729380</id><published>2007-04-23T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T21:01:07.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Overdue Updates...</title><content type='html'>I know it's been almost a month since my last post hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy lady maaaa... And malas to update hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates on my previous weeks activities.. Went to the F1 on Saturday and Sunday in early April. On Saturday wasn't too many people. Sepatutnya 4 of us going, but the other 2 have to cancel due to some work commitment. So end up just me and a friend enjoying the F1 on Saturday. My friend as the "minah supir" so I can relax hahaha.. Right after F1, I rushed back home, shower and rushed to One Utama for dinner with my skool friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, the 4 of us went for the F1. Damn mad wei!! So jam!! I was the designated driver for that day. Penat!! And my car air-cond chose that day to "buang tabiat"!! Pity my friends have to berpanas in my car!! We were stuck in the jam for almost 2 hours, I think, but managed to get a parking space not too far from the entrance although we still have to walk for quite a distance. The heat, I tell you!!! Panas gila wei!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, it was a fun experience. On the way back, we put on some ol' skool songs and menyanyi our lungs out.. No wonder it hujan crazily after that :D. That night I have to go to Kanye West concert pula. Luckily, I brought my clothes along so I tumpang mandi at my friend's house and rushed to the concert!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luck must be on my side that day cause when I arrived at 9.15pm the concert belum start yet. Yay!!! 10mins after I arrived, lampu was dimmed and tadaaaa... Kanye West!!! I know he waited for me hahahahaha... Sadly, the crowd was slow that night. Although I was tired I still managed to get up and dance the night away with my friends (and menguap'ing at the same time hehehe..) Right after the concert a lepak session at Pelita. Mannnn.. What a tiring day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the week after F1, a friend invited me to go to the Nescafe Kickstart Finale at Menara PGRM. Since I don't have anything better to do so why not, right?? Woke up early that Sunday, went to Menara PGRM and gave moral support to the finalist. Her supporter was sooooo ramai, it was almost a sure win one... Sadly she didn't menang. I sincerely rasa she has the most potential and her idea was the uniquest among the 4 finalist. So sad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, I went with my friend's family to Puchong, go merisik her brother's soon-to-be wife. So far have to drive. We arrived late about 9pm. Kesian the lady's family have to wait so long. I've never been to a merisik session and this was my first. I find it interesting but so formal. Bercakap macam buku teks Bahasa Melayu SPM  hahaha.. Stayed there for about 2 hours getting to know the bride-to-be family. It was fun!! But ya tiring also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I didn't do anything interesting. Just stayed at home!! But my internet "bodoh" and I've been deprived of my internet access for almost a week plus!! So yesterday I packed my lappytoppy and went to Starbucks for a free internet session. First I went to Starbucks Great Eastern Mall, but they had server problem so I went to Starbucks Jusco pula. Stayed there until 9.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK la enough update for now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, forgot maa... I just spent RM650 bucks to renew my car insurance and road tax!! Damn pokai already... Cesss!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I've enrolled in a 12 weeks Dale Carnegie course 'Breakthrough To Success". It's a once a week course (every Wednesday, half a day) for 12 weeks. So far I've survived the first 3 sessions so another 9 more to go..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-143177897831729380?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/143177897831729380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=143177897831729380&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/143177897831729380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/143177897831729380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/04/long-overdue-updates.html' title='Long Overdue Updates...'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-1889144549695669269</id><published>2007-04-03T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T21:03:10.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile...</title><content type='html'>Things have been hectic lately, dealing with personal issues, work in the office that keeps on piling.. Oh mannnn... I am so in need of a day off and recharge my battery!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, last weekend was an extremely good weekend for me. A fun filled weekend!! Lepaqing with my friends from work, early birthday celebration with my ol' skool mates. Gosh!! I wish I can do that everyday!! Fun! Fun! Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming weekend is another fun weekend for me!! It's F1 weekend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Kanye West concert on Sunday (can't wait!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mannn.. I'm definitely gonna be a zombie on Monday!! Maybe I should apply for leave. Ya, I think I might actually do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, excuse me while I go and beg my boss to approve my leave next Monday :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-1889144549695669269?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/1889144549695669269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=1889144549695669269&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/1889144549695669269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/1889144549695669269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile...'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-412617752128945506</id><published>2007-04-01T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T15:13:53.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just tired..</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been updating my blog for a while cos I've been tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived home at 10pm almost every night, been crazy busy for the past weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I just want to collapse on my bed and pengsan forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mannnnnn... I'm so tired!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzzzzz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-412617752128945506?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/412617752128945506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=412617752128945506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/412617752128945506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/412617752128945506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-just-tired.html' title='I&apos;m just tired..'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-4706604525039327558</id><published>2007-03-27T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T15:05:18.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Focus on Problems vs. Focus on Solutions</title><content type='html'>This is soooo true.. Another forwarded email that worth sharing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When NASA began the launch of astronauts into space, they found out that the pens wouldn't work at zero gravity (Ink won't flow down to the writing surface).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to solve this problem, it took them one decade and $12 million.&lt;br /&gt;They developed a pen that worked at zero gravity, upside down, underwater, in practically any surface including crystal and in a temperature range from below freezing to over 300 degrees C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what did Russians do........................................??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Russians used a Pencil!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, learn to focus on solutions not on problems.&lt;br /&gt;"If you look at what you do not have in life, you don't have anything".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you look at what you have in life, you have everything"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-4706604525039327558?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/4706604525039327558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=4706604525039327558&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/4706604525039327558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/4706604525039327558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-mulu-caves-ego-went-tumbling-down.html' title='Focus on Problems vs. Focus on Solutions'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-3789412032995673312</id><published>2007-03-26T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T14:51:02.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like prostitutes??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  dir="ltr" align="left" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A friend forwarded me this email and I thought it's hilarious and worth sharing. Enjoys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;You work very late  ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  vlink="#606420" link="blue" lang="EN-US" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; ... Just like prostitutes  .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2.  &lt;strong&gt;They pay you to  make the client happy...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; ... Just like a  prostitute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3.  &lt;strong&gt;The client pays a  lot of money, but your employer keeps almost every sen...  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; ... Just like a prostitute  .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4.  &lt;strong&gt;You are rewarded  for fulfilling the client's dreams...  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; ... Just like a  prostitute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5.  &lt;strong&gt;Your friendships  fall apart and you end up hanging out with people in the same profession as  you... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; ... Just like a prostitute  .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;6.  &lt;strong&gt;When you have to  meet the client you always have to be perfectly groomed...  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; ... Just like a prostitute  .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;7.  &lt;strong&gt;But when you go  back home it seems like you are coming back from hell...  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; ... Just like a prostitute  .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;8.&lt;strong&gt; The client always wants to pay less but expects  incredible things  from you... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; ... Just like a prostitute  .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;9.  &lt;strong&gt;When people ask you  about your job, you have difficulties to explain it...  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; ... Just like a prostitute  .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;10.  &lt;strong&gt;Everyday when you  wake up, you say: "I'm not going to spent the rest of my life doing this."  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; ... Just like a prostitute  .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;GUESS  EVERYONE OF US ARE JUST LIKE PROSTITUTES EXCEPT THAT WE HAVE A DIFFERENT TITLE  TO MAKE US SLIGHTLY BETTER THAN THE REAL PROSTITUTES??!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1526052662037850445-3789412032995673312?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/3789412032995673312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=3789412032995673312&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/3789412032995673312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/3789412032995673312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/03/am-i-paranoid.html' title='Just like prostitutes??'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-6407791216820116887</id><published>2007-03-26T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T12:51:21.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Monday!!!</title><content type='html'>Did I tell u guys I hate Monday??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hate Monday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-6407791216820116887?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/6407791216820116887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=6407791216820116887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/6407791216820116887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/6407791216820116887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-hate-monday.html' title='I Hate Monday!!!'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-6581267786178825262</id><published>2007-03-25T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T15:08:55.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sighhhh....</title><content type='html'>It's my laundry day today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been doing my laundry for the past 2 weeks so you people can imagine the load... sigh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning my new car alarm went crazy on me, went off suddenly for no reason at all and awaken the whole neighborhood!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a fun day for me, went and hang out with three different sets of friends in a day!!&lt;br /&gt;Went to Times Square then One Utama and finally Mid Valley. Phewww!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiring but definitely worth it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the rambling starts, I might as well stop now and actually do my laundry :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-6581267786178825262?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/6581267786178825262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=6581267786178825262&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/6581267786178825262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/6581267786178825262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/03/sighhhh.html' title='Sighhhh....'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-7503791086673254417</id><published>2007-03-21T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T18:20:34.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It would be wonderful...</title><content type='html'>if for once people would remember trivial facts about me such as;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.            I hate taugeh, can't stand the smell, can't stand the taste (Blueeehhhh!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't like Quaker Oatmeal, the smell makes me sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.            Go crazy over spotty cow, especially the black and whites..&lt;br /&gt;        - they're so adorable but not the real live cow la weiii!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.             Don't like plain water (no taste maaaa...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.             Can live without TV, but will surely die without music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.            Have an ego the size of Mulu Caves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.            Totally in love with the color &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLACK&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.          Don't drink soya bean unless it freshly made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.        Loves chinese foods (my favouritest!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.            Damn proud to be a Sabahan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.           Can't whistle (This is true!! How pathetic kan??!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.            Have a few bank accounts with no money in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.            Stopped drinking coffee at the age of 18 cos it makes my pee smells like coffee (yucks!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Very much in love with the feline family especially cats.&lt;br /&gt;      - special thanks to a friend for reminding me about this small fact :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. A gadgets freak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go people. 15 little known facts (or well known facts to some) about me that I can think of right now. I shall update it again as and when me teringat anymore facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now people, be nice to the lady who can't whistle.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-7503791086673254417?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/7503791086673254417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=7503791086673254417&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/7503791086673254417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/7503791086673254417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/03/wouldnt-it-be-nice.html' title='It would be wonderful...'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-5171824857398935131</id><published>2007-03-20T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T13:21:14.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK CYCLE CAROUSEL by Lifehouse</title><content type='html'>if shame had a face I think it would kind of look like mine&lt;br /&gt;if it had a home would it be my eyes&lt;br /&gt;would you believe me if I said I'm tired of this&lt;br /&gt;well here we go now one more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to climb your steps&lt;br /&gt;I tried to chase you down&lt;br /&gt;I tried to see how low I could get down to the ground&lt;br /&gt;I tried to earn my way&lt;br /&gt;I tried to change this mind&lt;br /&gt;you better believe that I have tried to beat this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when will this end it goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;over and over and over again&lt;br /&gt;keeps spinning around I know that it won't stop&lt;br /&gt;till I step down from this for good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I never thought I'd end up here never&lt;br /&gt;thought I'd be standing where I am&lt;br /&gt;I guess I kind of thought that it would be easier than this&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was wrong now one more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to climb your steps&lt;br /&gt;I tried to chase you down&lt;br /&gt;I tried to see how low I could get down to the ground&lt;br /&gt;I tried to earn my way&lt;br /&gt;I tried to change this mind&lt;br /&gt;you better believe that I have tried to beat this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when will this end it goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;over and over and over again&lt;br /&gt;keeps spinning around I know that it won't stop&lt;br /&gt;till I step down from this&lt;br /&gt;sick cycle carousel&lt;br /&gt;this is a sick cycle yeah&lt;br /&gt;sick cycle carousel&lt;br /&gt;this is a sick cycle yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when will this end it goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;over and over and over again&lt;br /&gt;keeps spinning around I know that it won't stop&lt;br /&gt;till I step down from this for good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when will this end it goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;over and over and over again&lt;br /&gt;keeps spinning around I know that it won't stop&lt;br /&gt;till I step down from this for good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick cycle carousel&lt;br /&gt;sick cycle carousel&lt;br /&gt;sick cycle carousel&lt;br /&gt;sick cycle carousel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I dont know, I just like the lyrics and I thought I post it up here. The music's not bad either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-5171824857398935131?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/5171824857398935131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=5171824857398935131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/5171824857398935131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/5171824857398935131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/03/sick-cycle-carousel-by-lifehouse.html' title='SICK CYCLE CAROUSEL by Lifehouse'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-3438458244160844153</id><published>2007-03-20T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T19:33:13.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make a difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A friend forwarded me these link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.makeadifferencemovie.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a title="http://www.makeadifferencemovie.com/"&gt;&lt;span title="http://www.makeadifferencemovie.com/"&gt;&lt;span title="http://www.makeadifferencemovie.com/"&gt;http://&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span title="http://www.makeadifferencemovie.com/"&gt;&lt;span title="http://www.makeadifferencemovie.com/"&gt;www.makeadifferencemovie.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little sappy, but I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can never tell the type of impact you may have on another's life by your action.. or lack of action. As we venture through our life, just try to make a difference in someone else's life today"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-3438458244160844153?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/3438458244160844153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=3438458244160844153&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/3438458244160844153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/3438458244160844153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/03/meaningless-ramble.html' title='Make a difference'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-5722801074416456225</id><published>2007-03-19T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T17:41:13.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn tiring day!!</title><content type='html'>Just got home bout 15 mins ago. Been out almost the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will write something proper later. Right now I need to go to the kedai mamak across the street to get me some dinner. Me HUNGRY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-5722801074416456225?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/5722801074416456225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=5722801074416456225&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/5722801074416456225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/5722801074416456225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/03/damn-tiring-day.html' title='Damn tiring day!!'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-3810730311926826037</id><published>2007-03-18T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T19:35:03.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Certified A**hole??</title><content type='html'>Are you a certified asshole??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the test below and see whether you are an ASSHOLE. Hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/2007/arse_quiz/index.html?xid=rss-business"&gt;http://&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/2007/arse_quiz/index.html?xid=rss-business"&gt;www.time.com/time/2007/arse_quiz/index.html?xid=rss-business&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this link on &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/"&gt;Time.com&lt;/a&gt;, the quiz was developed by Robert Sutton, author of &lt;i&gt;The No Asshole Rule&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it, no harm maaaa....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-3810730311926826037?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/3810730311926826037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=3810730311926826037&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/3810730311926826037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/3810730311926826037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/03/superhero-wannabe.html' title='Certified A**hole??'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526052662037850445.post-4115169233333822704</id><published>2007-03-17T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T18:00:10.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know???</title><content type='html'>I was surfing through the net during my lazy day at home and stumbled upon this interesting website on general interesting facts, trivia humours facts, trivia amazing facts, useless and useful facts, factoids, fun random facts.. and bla bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, below are some of the facts that made it into my toplist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. The egg came first&lt;br /&gt;   2. As of 2006, 200 million blogs were left without updates&lt;br /&gt;   3. Apples, not caffeine, are more efficient at waking you up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;   4. Fathers tend to determine the height of their child, mothers their weight&lt;br /&gt;   5. More than 90% of plane crashes have survivors.&lt;br /&gt;   6. Watching television can act as a natural painkiller for children&lt;br /&gt;   7. Music can help reduce chronic pain by more than 20% and can alleviate depression by up to 25%&lt;br /&gt;   8. The average chocolate bar has 8 insect legs in it&lt;br /&gt;   9. Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people do&lt;br /&gt;  10. Men can breastfeed babies&lt;br /&gt;  11. The plastic things on the end of shoelaces are called aglets&lt;br /&gt;  12. On average, a 4-year-old child asks 437 questions a day&lt;br /&gt;  13. The dumbest domesticated animal is the turkey&lt;br /&gt;  14. The most fatal car accidents occur on Saturday&lt;br /&gt;  15. The first couple to be shown in bed together on prime time television was Fred and Wilma Flintstone&lt;br /&gt;  16. Coca-Cola was originally green&lt;br /&gt;  17. Men can read smaller print than women; women can hear better&lt;br /&gt;  18. If a statue in the park of a person on a horse has both front legs in the air, the person died in battle; if the horse has one leg front leg in the air, the person died as a result of wounds received in battle; if the horse has all 4 legs on the ground, the person died of natural causes&lt;br /&gt;  19. There are only four words in the English language which end in '-dous': tremendous, horrendous, stupendous, and hazardous&lt;br /&gt;  20. "Naked" means to be unprotected. "Nude" means unclothed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more fun facts, check out this link and enjoys!!! &lt;a href="http://www.berro.com/entertainment/general_interesting_facts.htm"&gt;http://www.berro.com/entertainment/general_interesting_facts.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526052662037850445-4115169233333822704?l=no-more-what-if.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/feeds/4115169233333822704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1526052662037850445&amp;postID=4115169233333822704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/4115169233333822704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526052662037850445/posts/default/4115169233333822704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-more-what-if.blogspot.com/2007/03/lame-first-attempt-at-blogging.html' title='Do you know???'/><author><name>1/3 of the Crazy Loud Monkeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123043717362701134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuHHIVHnZak/S6404S0oBHI/AAAAAAAAANg/x3BEb9H28c8/S220/Pink_Angel2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
